Eaten the Humble Pie
Life has been hectic again. Work. Writing. Dance. Gym.
It is getting more and more challenging to write the book. Finally crossing the half-way mark and completed the 7th chapter! Am so blessed to have pals from the writer's group to keep me on track each time. :)
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Ever felt like you've been stripped of all things...people you love...things you're proud of...and power you enjoy? I have.
The whole of last year was like travelling in the desert. I returned to my first workplace after 7 years. It was surreal meeting the same people, entering the same places, yet I no longer felt the same. It felt like facing Ground Zero, with a new perspective. Had I matured or what?
Last year was a year of understanding the true meaning of submission to authority; from team leaders to superiors to God. Some one once asked "If all you had to do is to be a donkey and wait around for the King to arrive, would you do it?" I resented that idea for I pride myself to be a diligent person. I'm proud of my excellence at work. I'm no slacker! I can't imagine a life just standing around doing nothing much the whole day...and that was what happened to me. I was no longer a youth leader. I worked with a superior totally different from me. I worked hard but failed in a major project. Life was new, but I endured. I made clear I understood I was a team member, a subordinate and a work-in-progress. Many times, I ate the humble pie and recognise I was wrong about myself and others. Many times, I've learnt I know less than what I think I do.
This year is a year of pressing on. For the first time in many years of my life...a team I worked with won in a National Racial Harmony Free Media Competition. To think that it was the only team sent in and won 1st runners-up...it's amazing. A recent circumstance put me back in touch with the same youths I care very much for. Am going start a new youth group again.
Dancing has a strange way of making you very aware of your body. 3rd session of hiphop and bellydance at Dance Castle. Am three-quarters into the hiphop routine...Derek, my instructor praised me for my sharp moves today! So so HaPPY. :) Hoping to shred a couple more percentile, so I'd look more sleek and sharper in front of the studio mirror. Am struggling with the belly-dance moves tho' Stepanie is a brilliant instructress. Me feel like a wooden block. A fat wooden block, blah. ~
*Shirleen offered new Jive and Waltz classes today. 3 guys already interested...awaiting female partners to kickstart the class. V rare...
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Someone prayed and reminded me of God's mercy of bringing back the israelites after the exiles recently.
God's Word:
"I'm the one who takes away, but I'm also the one to give back."
Amen.
It is getting more and more challenging to write the book. Finally crossing the half-way mark and completed the 7th chapter! Am so blessed to have pals from the writer's group to keep me on track each time. :)
:
Ever felt like you've been stripped of all things...people you love...things you're proud of...and power you enjoy? I have.
The whole of last year was like travelling in the desert. I returned to my first workplace after 7 years. It was surreal meeting the same people, entering the same places, yet I no longer felt the same. It felt like facing Ground Zero, with a new perspective. Had I matured or what?
Last year was a year of understanding the true meaning of submission to authority; from team leaders to superiors to God. Some one once asked "If all you had to do is to be a donkey and wait around for the King to arrive, would you do it?" I resented that idea for I pride myself to be a diligent person. I'm proud of my excellence at work. I'm no slacker! I can't imagine a life just standing around doing nothing much the whole day...and that was what happened to me. I was no longer a youth leader. I worked with a superior totally different from me. I worked hard but failed in a major project. Life was new, but I endured. I made clear I understood I was a team member, a subordinate and a work-in-progress. Many times, I ate the humble pie and recognise I was wrong about myself and others. Many times, I've learnt I know less than what I think I do.
This year is a year of pressing on. For the first time in many years of my life...a team I worked with won in a National Racial Harmony Free Media Competition. To think that it was the only team sent in and won 1st runners-up...it's amazing. A recent circumstance put me back in touch with the same youths I care very much for. Am going start a new youth group again.
Dancing has a strange way of making you very aware of your body. 3rd session of hiphop and bellydance at Dance Castle. Am three-quarters into the hiphop routine...Derek, my instructor praised me for my sharp moves today! So so HaPPY. :) Hoping to shred a couple more percentile, so I'd look more sleek and sharper in front of the studio mirror. Am struggling with the belly-dance moves tho' Stepanie is a brilliant instructress. Me feel like a wooden block. A fat wooden block, blah. ~
*Shirleen offered new Jive and Waltz classes today. 3 guys already interested...awaiting female partners to kickstart the class. V rare...
:
Someone prayed and reminded me of God's mercy of bringing back the israelites after the exiles recently.
God's Word:
"I'm the one who takes away, but I'm also the one to give back."
Amen.