Chugging along
Hmmm, it seemed to me that it had been eons since I last made an entry in my blog. Been 'skiving' off blogging as I felt I should not be wearing my emotions on my sleeves...be more stoic and 'nonchalant'.
Anyway, have been in my division for 3 weeeks, and I daresay I am enjoying every single minute of it. It's a new learning ground, and I thank God for His grace and mercies, for blessing me with nice managers and colleagues. Somehow, I find the onus is on me to pick up the work demands fast, which is what I've been trying to do, and I daresay I have succeeded fairly. Over here, it is indeed 'quieter'.....there are moments when people joke around and laugh out loud, but by and large, these are not the norm. All of us seemed to be engrossed in getting our work done, and are focused on it. Comparatively, my old department was more rambunctious, and hardly a week went by without some riotous laughter over some issues. It was more 'lively' and vibrant there. But having said that, since it was my choice to request for a transfer to a new division (which, incidentally, is more aligned with my career goals and direction), I can deal with the more 'serious' environment. Oh, and it helps to know I have been knocking off work, on average, at about 7.30 pm (SST) these days and I do not have to slog such long hours as in the past. Sometimes, having that 'block' of free time on my hands can be quite unsettling, cos I've been conditioned to working till late at night, go home, shower and sleep. Nonetheless, having said that, it is a welcoming change and respite.
Like I mentioned, I've been in my new role for 3 weeks. How time flies. In the build-up to the week prior to my 'move', I was busy trying to clear whatever I could in my old role, so I won't leave behind too much outstanding items for my old team mates. Suffice to say there were some issues I felt really strongly about, but since it's over, let it be bygones (my friends will know what I am talking about) or so I am trying to do.
Last Saturday, went shopping with two friends for dive gear. Cost me an arm and a leg to get my wet suit, dive bag, booties and fins. Hmmm, seems like I am into it seriously too. Oh boy, you could practically hear my heart drop right into the depths of wherever when I saw the total amount I had racked up. Although it didn't burn a major hole in my pocket, it was heart-rending nonetheless. Now I totally understand how and what one of my other friends meant when she remarked that diving is an expensive hobby. Truly unimaginable, the lengths I would go to. I am so looking forward to my dive trip coming up over the Labour Day long weekend.
Hopefully, this time around, I will get to see more than sea cucumbers, or poisonous star fishes. That was what I saw in my 'maiden' dive, sometime in September 2004. I was just remarking to my male friend whom I'm going with (aside from another female friend) not to save me if I were to encounter difficulties. Hmm, what gives for the morbid thoughts? I cannot quite pinpoint it, except to say that if I were to go Home at this juncture in my life, I'd have no problems with it. Everything's fine, save for one...my lamentable 'singlehood' status.
That is, like, an understatement. I've come to terms with some issues regarding this aspect that I was grappling with over the course of the past few weeks. And yeah, it amazes me how I can make myself step back and view things from a more detached perspective...helps me to align my mindset and see things clearer.
The crux of this: I've really learnt to let go and let God. There is no denying that I still feel something for A, but by truly being able to let go and let Him, I think I have helped myself, by ensuring I can better deal with it. Like what they always say, He who is in me is bigger than all things around me, and He is so magnificent in His tender mercies and gracious love that I know I can entrust my life fully into His hands, and let Him. Jehovah Jireh, El Shaddai, Jehovah Shammah....you name it, He's all these and more....more than enough for me.
Anyway, have been in my division for 3 weeeks, and I daresay I am enjoying every single minute of it. It's a new learning ground, and I thank God for His grace and mercies, for blessing me with nice managers and colleagues. Somehow, I find the onus is on me to pick up the work demands fast, which is what I've been trying to do, and I daresay I have succeeded fairly. Over here, it is indeed 'quieter'.....there are moments when people joke around and laugh out loud, but by and large, these are not the norm. All of us seemed to be engrossed in getting our work done, and are focused on it. Comparatively, my old department was more rambunctious, and hardly a week went by without some riotous laughter over some issues. It was more 'lively' and vibrant there. But having said that, since it was my choice to request for a transfer to a new division (which, incidentally, is more aligned with my career goals and direction), I can deal with the more 'serious' environment. Oh, and it helps to know I have been knocking off work, on average, at about 7.30 pm (SST) these days and I do not have to slog such long hours as in the past. Sometimes, having that 'block' of free time on my hands can be quite unsettling, cos I've been conditioned to working till late at night, go home, shower and sleep. Nonetheless, having said that, it is a welcoming change and respite.
Like I mentioned, I've been in my new role for 3 weeks. How time flies. In the build-up to the week prior to my 'move', I was busy trying to clear whatever I could in my old role, so I won't leave behind too much outstanding items for my old team mates. Suffice to say there were some issues I felt really strongly about, but since it's over, let it be bygones (my friends will know what I am talking about) or so I am trying to do.
Last Saturday, went shopping with two friends for dive gear. Cost me an arm and a leg to get my wet suit, dive bag, booties and fins. Hmmm, seems like I am into it seriously too. Oh boy, you could practically hear my heart drop right into the depths of wherever when I saw the total amount I had racked up. Although it didn't burn a major hole in my pocket, it was heart-rending nonetheless. Now I totally understand how and what one of my other friends meant when she remarked that diving is an expensive hobby. Truly unimaginable, the lengths I would go to. I am so looking forward to my dive trip coming up over the Labour Day long weekend.
Hopefully, this time around, I will get to see more than sea cucumbers, or poisonous star fishes. That was what I saw in my 'maiden' dive, sometime in September 2004. I was just remarking to my male friend whom I'm going with (aside from another female friend) not to save me if I were to encounter difficulties. Hmm, what gives for the morbid thoughts? I cannot quite pinpoint it, except to say that if I were to go Home at this juncture in my life, I'd have no problems with it. Everything's fine, save for one...my lamentable 'singlehood' status.
That is, like, an understatement. I've come to terms with some issues regarding this aspect that I was grappling with over the course of the past few weeks. And yeah, it amazes me how I can make myself step back and view things from a more detached perspective...helps me to align my mindset and see things clearer.
The crux of this: I've really learnt to let go and let God. There is no denying that I still feel something for A, but by truly being able to let go and let Him, I think I have helped myself, by ensuring I can better deal with it. Like what they always say, He who is in me is bigger than all things around me, and He is so magnificent in His tender mercies and gracious love that I know I can entrust my life fully into His hands, and let Him. Jehovah Jireh, El Shaddai, Jehovah Shammah....you name it, He's all these and more....more than enough for me.
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