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It’s not the critic who counts;
not the man who points out
how the strong man stumble,
or where the doer of the deeds
could be done better.
The credit belongs to the man
who actually in the arena…
who, at best, know in the end
of triumph of great achievement,
and who, at the worst, if he fails,
at least fails while daring greatly.
So that his place will never be with
those cold timid souls who know
neither victory or defeat.

It was a pleasant surprise when i open up my laptop cover and to saw this.

It’s Sharon’s works! I love the part where she reminded me that “winter always turn into spring”.

Tears welled up my eyes when i read that. Something i jus feel that i cannot stomach anything, anymore!

It take care and courage to discover and be true to the person God made Annie to be. Over time, her heart will seek to make its longing known.
Adapted from “If you want to walk on water, you’ve got to get out of the water” by Ortberg. 

Tdy I bumped into another difficult patient, getting impatient at me for asking so many questions; for intruding into his space.  I truly understand that, but I can’t help without asking these questions.  And I did what was highly recommended by boss - reflect!  The first tier of reflection is, am being stupid by not doing what my colleagues did in the past.  

And often, as I reflected about work, these questions will surfaced, and from time to time, these are painful questions, am forced to face, demanding me to fiercely courageous, in order, to derive an honest answer. Yet deep within, it lies all the answers that are ready to be drawn out.  

They are:

-Do i really want to continue work with angsty people demanding for what they odd to be theirs, and to work with their issues at the level that command for an enormous amount of effort and time?  

-Do I have to luxury to do what I think is ideal service provision?  Am I willing to be the worker that was often envisioned during department meeting?  Is there ever a worker that we talk about ever exist? 

These are questions that I want to document because I would like to tell others one day this - the inability to reflect is not my deficit.  It was their inability to stomach what i presented, and it is not that I haven’t tried.  My honest view is - it is one thing to be groomed to be their desired worker, and it is another to be one.  At the end of the day, it is a choice!  

And there will come a day when I can pursue my passion openly, upfront.  And I will blandly said to others about my true heart desires.        

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