I experienced someone (close to my heart) who discouraged me to go back to school and not to take a vocational course. I think she can't recall it, maybe she forgot it already. But on my part, the memory and emotions are still clear.
I really want to be a Pastry Chef. There is something in me, pushing me to study again. That person is, by looking at the positive side, might be God's way for me not to become a Pastry Chef.
Years after that incident, I decided to become a Back to School Nanay. I want to go to school again, there is something inside me that is always hungry, seeking for knowledge. But that drive gets weaker when I am in pain, in trouble, and in worry.
I am in pain when I am leaving my daughter crying. I am in trouble when I want to read my notes but I can't make time. I am in worry if there is conflict of schedule, when I don't have enough money to spend. You might be thinking, you're full of worries, why did you continue that path?
Maybe those pain, trouble and worry are not that strong to make me stop from what I want to be. It can makes me weak, but it can't stop me.
Why? Lach, oh! Why? Because of this people.
I really want to be a Pastry Chef. There is something in me, pushing me to study again. That person is, by looking at the positive side, might be God's way for me not to become a Pastry Chef.
Years after that incident, I decided to become a Back to School Nanay. I want to go to school again, there is something inside me that is always hungry, seeking for knowledge. But that drive gets weaker when I am in pain, in trouble, and in worry.
I am in pain when I am leaving my daughter crying. I am in trouble when I want to read my notes but I can't make time. I am in worry if there is conflict of schedule, when I don't have enough money to spend. You might be thinking, you're full of worries, why did you continue that path?
Maybe those pain, trouble and worry are not that strong to make me stop from what I want to be. It can makes me weak, but it can't stop me.
Why? Lach, oh! Why? Because of this people.
My TCP family.
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