This is what happens when you want to stay the same. This is what happens when you hate change. This is what happens when you want the status quo. This is what happens when you don't have ambition and you want to improve the quality of your life. And this is what happens when you don't want to come out of your comfort zone. They drag you out of your shell and here you are curling yourself up ... trying to resist.
In my heyday, I didn't feel comfortable languishing in such lowly positions offered to me. Starting at the bottom is just a stepping stone ... and this unquenchable thirst inside me ... dictates I need something better. There is that drive in me that whispers I want a much higher position on the corporate ladder so I must sharpen my skills ... hone my craft ... to become a productive and contributing member of society. I always aim to improve myself ... explore and experiment. I want to be active and I am always inquisitive about what more can I do and what more can I achieve.
When I was in high school I was fascinated with writers who can fashion words into lines ... and lines into rhymes. There are just too many of them ... I lost count ... and I thought one day I could be like them ... not of their caliber ... just learning the ropes is enough and a good start for me.
So I prepared myself to write compositions ... and my English class was my playground and my English teacher my mentor and my critic. Once ... she gave me an "out of the blue" comment that warmed me up ... "out of 40 of you in this class ... namumukod tangi ka ... sa mga sinisulat mo." I was rubbing my eyes in disbelief" |Is It true ... is it true? What she said was an encouragement ... and buoyed up my confidence to continue and persevere.
When I reached college ... I saw this open invitation to become a university school organ writer/reporter. I know my preparation and credentials for this work are nil to non-existent, but did that faze me to knock at their doors? It was a daunting on-the-spur-of-the-moment decision ... but I was there laying my cards on the table as I told them... "I may not be that good, but I am willing to learn."
A timid person curls like a worm for fear of rejection ... but my sunshiny disposition became my "plus pogi points" and dwarfed whatever lack ... or bad luck I had that day. Thanks to my ambition ... it nags me incessantly that I need to get out of my comfort zone fast and quick ... and dream big pa more.
When I was in the Middle East, I did the same trick ... and Arab Times and Kuwait Times gave me a red carpet to join their team. When I was writing for a local tabloid ... I was not writing as a reporter ... I felt I had the journalistic luxury ... I wrote opinion pieces that sounded more like column writing. After a month they give me a column byline. A little scheming and devious ... but it worked for me.
When I was in America I did work for our alumni newsletter and became a contributing writer for a Fil-Am News. With the advent of the internet, I mellowed ... but I still maintain three blogs, and Viewpoint and Mindset is one of them.
You see ... had I opted to stay in my cocoon when I was in college ... and never gone out of my comfort zone ... and let the fear of rejection paralyze me and ... render me indecisive and weak ... I wouldn't have discovered there is life behind the claustrophobic walls of the hospitals.
Heading the surgical unit in a California Hospital is my bread and butter ... and writing as a sideline ... is a welcome addition to my already hectic schedule. It is regarded as an anodyne that soothes my tired body after a hard day dealing with emergencies ... blood ... and broken bones and limbs.