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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMR30yeCp7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893248981425453730</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:16:26.390+08:00</updated><category term="Insights" /><category term="Reflections" /><category term="life" /><title>Peculiar Opinion</title><subtitle type="html">A glimpse to my thoughts about life and the mysteries behind it.  This includes my views about my own experiences.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://peculiaropinion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://peculiaropinion.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>The Single Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13154017927819806277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f7AAb1jMltI/S72HYZgBgII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xzEDp4fen5k/S220/dona_q1973416804767_t.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PeculiarOpinion" /><feedburner:info uri="peculiaropinion" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIGSX06cCp7ImA9WhZaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4893248981425453730.post-7122179627813196258</id><published>2011-06-27T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T09:18:48.318+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-27T09:18:48.318+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Reflections" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Insights" /><title>Breaking Through "What Ifs" and "What Could Have Been"</title><content type="html">&lt;i style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Been on a crossroad? Turn between this and that? &amp;nbsp;Well, I have! &amp;nbsp;It was choosing between letting go and holding on. &amp;nbsp;And this is what I've learnt, "one must find the courage to tread beyond the perimeters of perceived comfort zones". &amp;nbsp;Goodness! it's a real challenge thus the "COURAGE"!!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thankfully, I made it. &amp;nbsp;I am now working in an environment that allows me to do things that I could not have done before. &amp;nbsp;No "what ifs" and "what could have been" as my doubts are cleared. &amp;nbsp;I have proven that my capabilities are building each day. &amp;nbsp;It is a matter of exposing myself to various challenges in life, instead of being confined in a box that is so limiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is hoped that by reading this YOU will also find YOUR COURAGE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BEST OF LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Looking back, the hurdles my nephew has to overcome was truly beyond imagining.&amp;nbsp; There was a time when he was about to undergo surgery due to some lung problem.&amp;nbsp; But, days after he was able to pull through.&amp;nbsp; Inexplicably, x-ray revealed that his lungs were normal so the doctors decided to forgo with surgery.&amp;nbsp; Then, there was a problem on his breathing.&amp;nbsp; The feeding also became a challenge.&amp;nbsp; And there were several other difficulties but then again his will to live was so strong that he was able to triumph over these challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As a family, this has brought us closer.&amp;nbsp; I have come to realize that as one we can indeed move mountains.&amp;nbsp; Our hospital bill reaches over one million pesos (P1.0M+) and yet we are able to settle half of it.&amp;nbsp; This is despite the fact that we are only an average family living within our means.&amp;nbsp; A million in hospital bill is more than beyond us.&amp;nbsp; But, it did not waver our faith knowing that we are not alone in this fight.&amp;nbsp; To this day we continue to find ways and means to raise enough to fully pay off our obligation. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We are also genuinely grateful for all those who have graciously offered prayers and&amp;nbsp; generously extended financial support for our little boy.&amp;nbsp; These have afforded my nephew a chance to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;These are the miracles I have witnessed and I am sharing it with you.&amp;nbsp; This is with the hope that it will inspire you as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have a favor to ask though.&amp;nbsp; Please continue to pray for my nephew.&amp;nbsp; I know his battle isn't over just yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;God bless us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I do not want to be just any other employee. Thus after graduation, at age 18, I immediately enrolled for the CPA review. After six months, I took the CPA Board Examination. Unfortunately, lack was not on my side. I did not pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect was devastating. Having graduated with honors, the School highly expects that I will make it. In a way, I think I failed them. My torment was even aggravated knowing that a schoolmate did earn a passing mark. Much worse, I was already teaching in the same school where I finished my Bachelor's Degree when the results came out. Consequently, I have no choice but to witness my schoolmate's Oath taking Ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This depressing episode in my life stimulates an extreme desire for excellence. Apparently, I challenged myself to do better than any CPA. Having handled basic accounting subjects, I ensure that my approach encourages learning and attracts students' interest. It was then my dream to produce a CPA among the aspiring young adults in my class. I made myself a part of their aspirations by providing the knowledge they need for them to succeed. Indeed, my efforts proved worthwhile. Years after I left the academe, I learned that one of my students emerged as a licensed CPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bank employee, I continue to strive for excellence. True enough, my efforts paved the way to where I am now. I have earned the respect of colleagues. In a way, I have proven that I am more than a CPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I seek for more. I am no longer contented in what I have achieved. The years of hard work seemed futile. Thus, I am now in search for something worthwhile doing; a fresh source of income that is all the while fulfilling; a work that at some extent will bring me closer to my family, my community and my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now considering life coaching. This field of endeavor stirs my interest. A gratifying profession that is a fulfillment of my quest. However, this also means investment. Talking about finances, now, it poses a great challenge for me. I am not losing hope though. I know, soon, I will find the right funding source that will help me through proper training and eventually earn my certificate as a professional life coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up!, as they say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893248981425453730-6046497511242375358?l=peculiaropinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have invested so much in my profession (oh at least I believe I am within the bounds of the definition of "professional"). Within those fifteen (15) years of service, I have managed to work my way up to where I am now (at supervisory level). Indeed, it was a promotion for a job well done. And this is well documented in the performance ratings I have earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, otherwise, I would not have been as dedicated as I had been. Those supervisors would not have rated my performance as "outstanding". Consequently, I would not have assumed a supervisory position in this institution. But, I have! So, with confidence I can say I am good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to note however, but these past few days I tend to loose my confidence. Much worse, I can not seem to find my value as an employee. To this day since February this year I have not accomplished anything work related. I have done a lot of reflection though, trying to understand my circumstance. Was it really the wrong move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing confidence was actually a consequence of my confession to resign. But before my question is answered, I wish to elaborate on my story (at this point I can hear my friend say: "after all it is my story to tell"). And so my story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Since I joined the Project Management Office (PMO) after successfully completing and passing the Management Development Program (MDP), I have always been blunt about my intention of transferring/looking for a job that will allow me to be home based (in the province). The MDP is a training program made available to those with potential of assuming middle management position (just an FYI). Anyway, while with PMO I was also very vulgar about my views and not once did I allow anyone within the department to intimidate me (not even my superiors). I disagree when I find reason to disagree. And at some point this has been a cause of conflict between me and my immediate supervisor (the unit head). But still I managed to gain their appreciation for my contribution and so I again earned an "outstanding" rating for 2009 (this is so despite my being new to the unit and the department).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late this January however, things got out of hand. I was holding a grudge against my unit head just before I was sent for an outside training. During training I was caught in an emotional confrontation with the Speaker (who also happens to be a friend of both my unit and my department head). In short I was entangled in a web of conflicts, thus I decided to give up. It was at this time that I told the department head of my decision to leave the institution by end of July this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly, as a protocol in any organization, I went through a series of intense conversation with my superiors. My unit head, without second thoughts, agreed to my proposition. But my two other superiors (the department and the group head respectively) advised me otherwise. With the latter, I saw slight hope for at least wonderful last days with the institution. But over a week things changed. All of my work assignments were pulled out and I was left to do nothing. It was totally demoralizing and degrading to be reporting for work and not doing anything. After 15 years this is the first time I felt entirely useless! Now, the job I once loved becomes a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself, was I wrong in being transparent? Am I deserving to be treated this way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893248981425453730-2893738789143470692?l=peculiaropinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The experience was worthwhile despite the roller coaster ride that I have to endure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;Looking back, my early days of employment was full of colorful promises. Having graduated with honors, I am confident about my future in the corporate world. Things were as clear as the sky. I know what I want and where I am going. I focused mainly on reaching a remarkable spot up the corporate ladder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;With dedication and genuine commitment for my job, I gradually achieve my goal. My superiors took notice of my efforts. I would say, they (my superiors) were convinced that my capabilities are limitless. Naturally, this comes with great expectations. Thus, I begin to assume greater responsibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;Now, I can say I have proven my worth as an employee.  My career achievement is my pride.  But despite that I still feel empty.  Consequently, I took some time to reflect, wondering what was lacking.  This brings me to a realization that I failed to maintain that balance between my career and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;Yes, career does not define life's success.  No matter where we are in the corporate hierarchy, if the family is sacrificed, all is in vain.  This has been my predicament as a single mom and as the eldest and unmarried member of the family.  My work requires so much of my time that I barely see my son, my parents and my sister.   I came to realize that providing for their financial needs is not enough.  Finally, I understand the equal importance of my physical presence with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;This familial awakening leads me to take a different turn from the career path I once followed.  I am now about to give up my present job.  At this point I continue to search for new earning endeavor that will allow me to be with my son and my family.  I must admit the fear of the unknown overwhelms me.  But the love I have for my son and my family is my strength in facing the challenges ahead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4893248981425453730-6929425804312981312?l=peculiaropinion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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