Intersection 25

When silence and a realization meet...

Twenty minutes before my scheduled sleeping time, the urge of publishing an additional post to my blog keeps me attached to the computer. Anyway, I begin this post on a positive (yet quite hurried) note.

I have just started my second job. And I am happy to have an array of experiences ahead of me. I am nervous about fulfilling my responsibilities wonderfully, but I know He has given me this opportunity for me to become better in my craft. Everything that happened in the past led me to this.

In my first few days at work, I was often alone in the office since my mentor (the school's guidance counselor) has classes to attend to. Though I have the office to myself, I had no list of things to do yet. My mind wandered as I observed the new environment I will be a part of. I hummed songs and walked around, keeping myself away from boredom. Suddenly, I remembered a distant memory.

Back in my elementary days, I remembered how amazed I was of the colorful decorations of the guidance office's door. There were quotes and realistic drawings. There were drawings of cartoon characters too. I have always wanted to enter the guidance office to see how it looked like inside, but I feared the possible criticisms and teasing of my classmates who might see me enter. The guidance office was associated to punishment. Whenever a student is called to the guidance office (via a call slip), I remember the loud expressions of judgment that follow. Even if I have always wanted to go inside the guidance office, my fear of being seen dominated me. Another frustration I had before was that I was never called for a counseling session. I remember feeling a little jealous towards my classmates who go to the guidance office in the middle of the class. Not that I wanted to miss any lesson, but I have always wondered how it felt like to talk to a trustworthy stranger (which at that time I haven't entirely understood). Since I had no experience of being counselled, I then made a promise to myself that, when I grow up, I will help other people solve their problems.

Having reminisced about these moments in my past astonished me. I have not viewed the hardships and successes as a part of a grand plan. All I knew was that I was creating a name for myself. Things shall pass. Everything happens for a reason, I always tell myself. But I guess I haven't wholeheartedly believe in it. Until these memories sparked my optimism.

Now that some of the loose dots of my life are connected, I am grateful that He is showing me His plan. He is showing that things happen according to His time, and not mine. I may have temporarily forgotten the promises I have made for myself before, He understands everything that shall happen in my life. I may have little belief in the way things will work out at times, but that doesn't stop the world from spinning. My disappointment and frustrations do not halt the way life moves forward.

I hope you also remember something meaningful from your past.

Until the next realization,

Myra

(Credits to cdn.designhomes.pics for the photo)