At least my life plan is not about world domination


In the next few months, I will be embarking a new chapter in my life. I applied for SVS from the company I worked for 10 years (and no, I didn’t make the decision overnight) and for the first time in a long, long time, I let go and embrace the unknown that spread in my future.

The last time I took a dive knowing and believing God is there to guide me was when I married Joe. You see, I always fashioned myself as a control freak. Wanting to plan, know and control every step of my life. I planned when to be married, to have kids, where they would study, what’s for lunch, what I would study and where would it bring me. I was a rigid planner who gets hives when my plans went awry.

But as years go by, I started to see a pattern with my plans- nothing goes as I plan it to be! Okay, probably what I plan for lunch happened once in a while. But overall, most didn’t go where I wanted it to be but instead it lead me to somewhere much, much better.

If I didn’t take a job as an XX in a XY department, I won’t meet a colleague who introduced me to my current passion right now. If I didn’t meet Joe, I wouldn’t have my herb garden now (my father in law gave me my first herb) and I would not ever in my entire lifetime guess that I love gardening. If I were not placed in a new team after the first company restructuring, I probably would still be thinking about my 8-5 job, earning salary every month and occasionally treating myself for a vacation or two (I’ll talk about this in a different post)

What I realized from here is that I am a planner but God is the better planner and He knows what’s best for me. I can plan and be adamant to follow rigidly my plan until my eyeballs cry blood but if He, The One Who Knows More, say, “Balkizz, that idea suck balls. I have better one for you. Here, catch!” and more often that not, I caught it and I’m glad I did.

And for that, whatever happens after this decision has been made, I say Alhamdulillah.



My Talking Monkey


Last night was the first time Naila and me had an actual conversation like two intellectual human being. By that I mean, she can speak properly and not some gibberish monkey language. I was so proud of her that her speech is getting articulate and more advance by the day.


I remember how worried I was that she was not talking at an age where kids should be talking. I was thiiiis close to bringing her to see a speech therapist. Despite people telling me I should just give her time and that eventually she will talk, I was not satisfied with old wives theory. So I took matters in my own hand and with the help from Joe and Kaisan, we embarked on the journey to teach Naila to talk.


And she's talking now. I'm very happy. I don't complain when she talk too much. In fact I feel proud that she achieve this milestone despite doctor once said she might have speech difficulty one day due to her tongue.

Last night, Naila and me had a long discussion. Even though it was about why she should not use my pads as her diaper (long story for another day), I wanted to hug her and tell her I'm so so happy but she was being serious about her curiosity so I just smile and I explained to her in a way that her 2-year-old brain can understand.
 

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