I’m not an avid learner, but when I do find something that grabs my attention, I find myself completely absorbed in it. This was me six years ago and two years ago and today; so let me tell you three stories that led me to writing.
Story number one. I was part of a Masteral Computer Studies program in DLSU-M back in 2008. I took my studies to heart and I loved it. I was in euphoria, as extremely geeky as it sounds. Despite the crazy drive from work to school, it was worth it. But all that changed when I left my college boyfriend, who was also in DLSU-M at the time. I focused on work and moved on from my post grad. It haunts me that I have an unfinished degree under my belt, but I already made peace with that.
Story number two. Yoga found me two years ago. I was hooked. It was torture and pure bliss at the same time. I changed. I found that I was able to do things that I never thought I could possibly do. Each class was amazing and I craved for more. But work caught up and my relationship took more of my time than I ever imagined. I was living for someone else, and as I would normally do, I dropped it.
Story number three. Early this year, I finally decided to live for myself. I reached rock bottom and I just couldn’t live like that anymore. I was way too shattered to continue and I know that I had to do something to fix it. I read books– a lot of them. I absorbed whatever I could. I found my love for learning coming back. I baked my first cake. Burnt it. Tried again. Still couldn’t do it, but I know I will be able to eventually. I returned to yoga. I tried to do a headstand. Scared the crap out of me. Fell. Will try again soon. I tried investing this year. Still reading about it, learning and trying to get something out of it. But the best thing I did this year was writing. I became active in blogging again and I try to expand my topics each time I write. I don’t mind if nobody reads what I write as long as I get to write. There’s something amazing about writing. I see it as my history on digital paper. I get to learn things, not only from the things I write about but also about myself. My writing changes and it changes me. And I’m not letting anything or anyone stop me this time.