Lately, as I have mentioned in my previous post, I have been feeling overwhelmed of all the things flowing into my life. To sum it up, I am very happy.
Yesterday I just got informed that I would be transferred to a new project. This is huge news for me. I was not ready for this to happen this soon. Hence, I was panicking from the drastic change that’s about to happen. Here were my thoughts:
- My budget is ruined, big time.
- Will I get the same benefits like from what I had before?
- Can I handle working with real-life-people?!?!?! (back short-story: I don’t have colleagues in my work area, I’m used to working alone and talking to my team via phone only.)
- I am feeling more nauseous from this news than from my workout this weekend. (back story: I went to a free boot-camp for cross-fit last Saturday, didn’t know it was gonna be that intense. Went for swimming for my sister’s 9th birthday on Sunday till afternoon, then went back home to play badminton as it is my Sunday regime. One word: Over fatigue.[Now I’m sick as hell.])
Then there goes me talking to my friends and my mom. I’m glad I have them…cause if not…no one would be reminding me these things:
- Change sucks but it is essential.
- Better things are yet to come.
- You don’t need them, are you happy with what you’re doing? (This one hit me right in the face)
- You deserve more than what you have now.
- Maybe it’s time to give yourself some rest from the shifting schedule (3PM-1AM) and have the regular schedule for you to be able to focus on keeping yourself healthy.
Weighing all of what I said to what my friends and mom said, I think there’s no more questioning that my emotions were focusing on the comfort zone that I am in. Good thing I’ve got good people to guide me!
Yes, I feel a little sad at one point, but I won’t let this ruin the positive energy that I have! Cheers!
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Life is not a one way street. It really surprises you with different directions. You can map out your life but you can’t always rely on that map.