Nothing is permanent in this world but CHANGE. Who said that?... Anyway, control freak that I am, even if I know this is true, I try to control the major changes that happen in my life. One of which is my recent transfer back to Manila. Much as I love nature tripping in Negros, I thought a change of environment will do me good. So last year, I requested that my job assignment be in Manila again. This will facilitate some plans that I have in the near future. Even if I requested for the change and even if I am used to life in a big city, still, I found myself not so prepared when the change happened. I had everything calculated. But I was called back two weeks earlier than I expected. And my job assignment is in Makati – a city quite different from Manila and Quezon City that used to be my workplace and home respectively. Since the transfer was two weeks earlier, I literally just threw my basic personal things in my luggage on the day of my flight. (I couldn’t pack earlier because I still had a long list of pending things to do.) The not so urgent things, I left behind in boxes to be shipped at a later day.
My first week was filled with daily little mishaps. On my way to find that best route commuting from Taft to Makati, I got lost almost everyday. I don’t know my way around in Makati. It didn’t help that I didn’t take time to study a road map and I just always felt my way through and relied on other people’s directions. This is very much different from my ten minute walk to work in Bacolod or my ten to fifteen minute jeepney ride to my other part-time job in the same city. By the end of the week, I found a term to describe Makati – a huge maze.
I describe my reaction to my new job set-up as a mixture of “in awe” and overwhelmed. Although it’s basically the same job description with supposedly the same standards as my previous workplace, the needs of the people I need to cater to are a lot more demanding. Being new and being aware that my staff is trying to measure me up added to my discomposure. Discoveries and adjustments happened so fast in the first days. There’s just so much organizing and planning and actions that need to be done. As I go home each day, I found myself dead tired. I felt I was a headless chicken running around and just going with the current. By the end of the week, I had enough. My being was clamouring for a quiet time. And quiet time I tried to have on my 2nd Sunday in Manila and the next Sundays onwards.
Thanks to a seminar I attended last summer, I am aware of the wonders of having a quiet time. As the speaker in that seminar said, we need a quiet time to acquaint, know and refine our inner world. To have intimacy with one’s self is necessary to have an authentic human life. In this world where one can have things at a click of a button, we can get used to living a superficial life and, even virtual life, devoid of interactions and intimacies that make us human beings far superior from our “Smart” gadgets.
After trying to strictly have my “quiet time”, I became more patient with myself and hopeful that in the near future, these changes and disorder caused by the changes will fall into place. Below are some questions that can help us live a “quiet time”:
Do I keep work hours to a certain number so that I can have quiet time?
Am I able to focus on my task at hand without interruptions from the use of mobile phone, internet, music, etc.?
Do I reserve quiet time to read literature or humanistic essays?
Do I seek the company of others to feel at ease?
Am I uneasy with just reading without conversing?
Do my conversations revolve around things and people?
Do my conversations remain at the level of just on the surface, what appears to the senses?
Am I at ease being alone to reflect (not alone to do things, such as to surf the web, to work)?
To rest my mind in my free time, do I surf the TV or news, the web, or check facebook and similar sites?
