Genuine happiness at work cannot be conveyed in words. It goes beyond what one feels when he receives his pay cheque, when a coveted project falls into his lap, or when he gets a new title.
Happiness that stems from these events, and others similar to them, eventually wanes, I noticed.
Finally, a space of my own. Initially, I had second thoughts about creating a blog. I thought of it as time consuming. How can I manage to maintain a blog if I’m constantly busy at work and at home?
There are so many demands in my life that often times, I do not know where to begin. I’m not accustomed to living the hurried kind of life even if that’s supposed to come with the nature of my job. I normally keep a list of activities so I always end my day having accomplished every task. I may be busy working from morning until early evening but I make it a point to drop everything by 7 or 8 to chill out with my friends. That was always imperative to me, no conditions. I must be far far away from the parameters of my job when night creeps in. I believe spending quality time to unwind keeps a person’s sanity.
Even if I stay up until 2 a.m. hanging out somewhere, I can get up early the next day to attend to a new set of responsibilities. My body clock works accurately, that’s why.
Boring? To some yes, but I enjoyed this arrangement because I don’t miss out on anything.
In December 2006, however, everything changed for me. From being the organized freak, I discovered I also possess the ability to work on things that come in the spur of the moment. Being married and having a tiny angel at home can bring wonders to a woman’s life. I used to feel uncomfortable in rooms that are topsy-turvy but since my daughter came into my life, I could care less if everything is in order.
I don’t throw a fit if I don’t get 7 hours of sleep for as long as my baby gets a peaceful trip to Wonderland every night, I’m cool with that. I don’t mind if my husband bugs me to watch a new DVD movie every time I am just about to start on a good book. It’s through movie viewing that we get to make up for long hours of separation due to the erratic schedule in our respective jobs.
Marriage and motherhood made clear to me that life doesn’t always have to be in harmony with order. I learned late in life, what can I do? Looking closely into what I have now, there is much beauty in a little chaotic environment.
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