Goal Setting

 

Tomorrow will be the scheduled goal setting for my two kids in their school.  Every time we do this, our objectives are as follows:

 

1. Discuss the goals or OGSM for each kid for the first Trimester and for the entire school year, for long-term goals.
2. Set-Up School and Home tasks needed and required to meet the goals.
3. Meet and get to know the Teachers

 

Our school, Domuschola International School (DIS), has and always been after the overall well-being of the students that on top of its impressive curriculum. As Balanced is one of its Learner’s Profile, DIS starts its school year with Goal Setting meeting with every parents for its first Parent-Teacher Conference (PTC).  For easier flow of discussion, I came prepared wherein I have my notes ready clearly indicating what I thought are the areas for improvement for both of my kids.  Of course, I have discussed those with the Daddy beforehand so when we sit down with the Teachers, we are both coming from and saying one and common language.

 

But what if we apply this in the workplace?  Every year, and I bet most organization starts the year with a business plan.  I guess, we should start this setting individually too.  Each one of us needs personal improvement so we have something to look forward to.  In my case, I have one too.

 

Prior to reaching my 45th this year (yes, I am that proud of my age!), I have put on my head to reduce my body weight to 55 kilos.  At that time, the scale has been tipping at and between 59 to 60 with either fats or muscles gaining and/or losing.  It was such a frustration that I mid-way I gave up.  My personal hashtag of #55on45 was not a reality last 19th of July so my personal trainer has to device a different strategy for my health goal.  Now, I am carrying #strongisthenewsexy.  After brainstorming, Nel (my PT) and I are now doing a different exercise routines and meal plan.  So far, my body is slowly adopting the change and providing positive results, no matter how miniscule.

 

So where this post is heading?  Goal setting is not about parameters.  It is easy to come up with specific objectives.  It is how we achieve it is the challenge.  And one thing I do realize in doing goal setting in the school and in the office is that I CANNOT DO IT ALONE.  Collaboration is key and working WITH the people with one common goal is essential.

 

People relationship is not my strong suit but adaptation and professionalism proved to be of help.

Forever Yours

I was sitting down in a coffee shop sipping, not my usual black coffee, but my green tea thinking what to do while waiting for the appointed time of my meeting.  Well I thought of my husband and it struck me that I should write you a letter.  So here goes….

Dear Honey,

It’s been a long time I called you that, 10 years to be exact.  We used to call each other “Honey” till Justin came along and we resorted to “Daddy/Mommy” to each other.  But to me, you will always be my Honey no matter how seldom I called you that.

For the first 24 years of my life, I longed to call someone “Honey” till you came.  I know how reluctant you were then to call me the same but slowly you warmed up and started to call me likewise.

Now, we are celebrating our 15th year of wedded bliss.  15 years, yes, we have stood with each other that long and yet I realized we still wanted and yearned to spend more time not only with each other but with the kids as well.  We have not yet, at least on my part, to get tired of each other and I do fervently hope that not to happen.

Our love affair have gone from the “lovey-dovey”, “tweetums” to a mature, responsible and meaningful relationship despite obstacles, arguments and petty fights we had once in awhile.

I vividly remember the honeymoon stage of 4 years until we become parents.  During those times, we truly enjoyed being on our own, me experimenting on the kitchen and you eagerly and patiently awaits the outcome.  And you have proven to be a good and dutiful husband praising my cooking abilities despite it not.  I do appreciate you bringing and picking me up from office unless your schedules say otherwise.

The first date, first movie.  That I still remember.  I can, until today, play on my mind on how we spent one birthday of mine with you soaking wet braving the heavy rain just to get on the restaurant on time.

One of our mischief, us forgetting to turn-off the coffee maker and upon reaching home, the glass pot was literally dried down for being on for 8 hours.  We could have set the apartment on fire and we pointing fingers who to blame.

One first anniversary, this I remember very well, where you made an effort to go to Dangwa on the wee hours of the morning just to buy me fresh flowers.  I really do appreciated that knowing that you did the effort because of the limit of funds we had then.  Now, every anniversaries and birthdays are flowing with flowers and yes, I still love flowers though I sometimes requested you to spare me buying flowers.

To this day, I am still being surprised of the gifts you thought hard to give me and continuously get excited on every occasion, on how ingenuous you can get just to give me one or two.

But what I truly appreciate and remember is you standing by me on the two instances of my child delivery.  With Justin, you stayed with me for 26 hours, even more.  With Raya, almost 48 hours.  Raya has been the most difficult and yes, life threatening.  I would like to spare you from worries but I know you won’t budge and will not leave my side knowing what I was going thru then.  As you say, we are soulmates, through thick and thin.  I could never imagine myself going through that incident but knowing that you were just near and around, praying for me and your children, I told myself “I could do this.”.  Until now, I could not, for the life of me, hold my tears and silently thank you that without you and your faith, I would have probably crumbled, be shattered and have given up.

If my kids are my happiness, you are my savior and comfort.  15 years is too short, I plan, and really do, to be with you 3 times or more, whether you like it or not.

Happy 15th, Honey!  And may we continuously be in love with each other with Justin and Raya.

Yours forever,

Joyce

Happy Mother

Try Again

Yes, that’s my driving phrase to go back into writing. Not giving myself a deadline, not beating myself to outdo my own grammar versatility.

I have to write. Period. To keep my sanity. And to translate what has been going on my mind. If you can open my head, you will see a lot of ideas, phrases and thoughts waiting to be unleashed, freed and to get away from my cramped mind.

So, Im back, probably with a vengence and hopefully with meaning.

Without a Reason

I have been neglecting my writing chores, thus the reason for a long gap of entry from the last one.

I have been busy, that’s an understatement. But beyond the hectic schedule and erratic everyday routines, I lack motivation. It is hard to write when one was not eager to do so, when your fingers are just so lame and when the creative department of your brain is starting to freeze.

So, what does it take to write? Inspiration. Everyday encounters. Out-of-the-blue phrases. Extraordinary experiences. Gossips. News. Issues. Office demands. Family encounters. Etcetera. Etcetera.

For now, I do not have reason to write. There are lots of stories to tell, a multitude of reasons to express my thoughts. Like our Singapore trip. Or our daredevil experience with the recent storm. Or mundane office scenarios, issues and not-so-mindful gossips. Or my reactions to blogs and articles I have read. Or my “mommy” encounters with my kids.

But still, as this ends, no concrete topic, no specific agenda. I just want to flex my fingers. Use my brain to avoid it reach escalating to freezing point. I just want to write. Period.

Make sense? Try doing it without a reason.

Big Move!

I have been a receiver of a certain news that up to today is still kept a secret.  In a few days time, I would be the bearer of that news which would raise a lot of questions which I do hope I would be able to answer somehow.

Being a messenger of tidings has its compensation, well not in its literal form.  I got to be included in the confidence of “higher ups” and has earned me a respect from that group.  But bearer of news also has its drawbacks, one of which is to prove that your confidence will not slither and mingle with the flow of tides.  Trust is hard, trust is really sacred.

Wait for the big move!

 

Melancholy

There are days that we feel melancholy, not sad but you know that you are not quite happy.

How is it so?  Was it because things did not turn out as you expected it to be? Or you wanted to be a superhero and change the world!  It’s quite depressing knowing that everything would turn out great IF ONLY people will think, do, act and react positively and yet there are others doing otherwise.

Where this blog of mine will lead to? I myself do not know because as of the moment, am feeling melancholy.

 

Minutes Spared

It’s been a long while. Has not been attending to my blog recently. Why? Occupied, busy, chaotic schedule.  Both in my office and in my home.  Meetings, deadlines, school activities, vaccine schedules and check ups, renovation, inventory listings of items for sale, homeworks, fever, body aches, and so on and so forth.

Every minute counts, every second important.  But for what?  For me, it only explains that I am essential to my family, to my colleague and to everyone else among my sphere.  And what I am thankful for is that I am BUSY, I am NEEDED, I am ESSENTIAL, and I am of USE.

And with all of the above, I am truly thankful to the Lord for making me able to do what I need to accomplish.

Hello world!

Hello world, indeed!  Ive been longing to have my own blog site after browsing and reading various site owners.  Told myself, why not?  It would probably worth my while expressing what’s running on my mind and leashed out what’s been nagging my mind.  To me, this is a medium of destressing and a means of relaxation.  Cant set aside my journal writing, though coz that’s sp0ntaneous when I need to write outright for me not to forget.

So, I welcome you, dear readers, to my blog site.  I hope with this I would be able to entertain you, make you laugh (or at least smile), or go with the flow of my current state of mind and zigzag route of my emotions.