Looking Back But Moving Forward
Mood: Thinking
Music: Hums of various electronic appliances
I couldn't believe it either when I saw. It has been three years since my last entry in this blog. That's enough time to presume me dead.
A lot has happened in those three years. I think my job then was still as an Assistant Media Affairs Coordinator for the NCAA. Just to get you guys up to speed on my career, my contract with the NCAA ended on March 2007 and I got hired in by HotOccasions.com as an Associate Editor. I spent two years in the company. I resigned at the end of May 2009. I've been a CEO (well, unemployed, but CEO sounds better) for 3 months and counting.
I looked back into my previous posts in this blog and I realized something: I was one outfit short of being an emo kid. Damn. I never realized that I posted so much drama that it could rival an All American Rejects album.
It kind of makes me wonder. Have I grown up in those three years that have passed since then? I'm pretty much still dealing with the same problems as before and I don't even know if I am doing something differently in dealing with them. Am I still that 24 year old kid only 3 years older?
An assessment of my current state doesn't really give a positive answer to that question. I mean, c'mon. I'm 27 years old, single and unemployed (err... a CEO... Okay, it doesn't really work). Not to mention that my burnout with the previous job has contributed in the degradation of my writing skills.
Then again. There is no use looking back and dwelling. All I can do now is move forward. And, boy do I have a lot of free time to do that.
I'm currently enrolled in a gym in Ortigas and, with the help of my dad, was able to hire Orly, a personal trainer. He's really good at what he does and I'm learning a lot from him. Of course, I am aso having fun, but not too much.
Being a quintessential crossbreed of a couch potato and a wild boar, I find it very hard to do the exercises. The intense regimen that Orly's putting me through sure pushes me to my limit. He's put me under a super-setted program that requires me to do three to five exercises in one go. Basically, the 40 minutes that I spend in the program is equivalent to two to three hours of gym time.
It is kind of fulfilling whenever I finish an entire super-set. Tiring, but fulfilling. While Orly does say that I am doing pretty well and he sees that I'm working my ass off (literally), I sometimes find myself disappointed whenever I would take a two second break between reps. I do understand that I have my limits, and Orly said that it was okay to rest for a bit as long as I don't stop.
I guess that's what's really going on with me right now. I am trying my best to move forward, but it's not easy. So right now, I am resting. But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop.
I'll get there one day.
Music: Hums of various electronic appliances
I couldn't believe it either when I saw. It has been three years since my last entry in this blog. That's enough time to presume me dead.
A lot has happened in those three years. I think my job then was still as an Assistant Media Affairs Coordinator for the NCAA. Just to get you guys up to speed on my career, my contract with the NCAA ended on March 2007 and I got hired in by HotOccasions.com as an Associate Editor. I spent two years in the company. I resigned at the end of May 2009. I've been a CEO (well, unemployed, but CEO sounds better) for 3 months and counting.
I looked back into my previous posts in this blog and I realized something: I was one outfit short of being an emo kid. Damn. I never realized that I posted so much drama that it could rival an All American Rejects album.
It kind of makes me wonder. Have I grown up in those three years that have passed since then? I'm pretty much still dealing with the same problems as before and I don't even know if I am doing something differently in dealing with them. Am I still that 24 year old kid only 3 years older?
An assessment of my current state doesn't really give a positive answer to that question. I mean, c'mon. I'm 27 years old, single and unemployed (err... a CEO... Okay, it doesn't really work). Not to mention that my burnout with the previous job has contributed in the degradation of my writing skills.
Then again. There is no use looking back and dwelling. All I can do now is move forward. And, boy do I have a lot of free time to do that.
I'm currently enrolled in a gym in Ortigas and, with the help of my dad, was able to hire Orly, a personal trainer. He's really good at what he does and I'm learning a lot from him. Of course, I am aso having fun, but not too much.
Being a quintessential crossbreed of a couch potato and a wild boar, I find it very hard to do the exercises. The intense regimen that Orly's putting me through sure pushes me to my limit. He's put me under a super-setted program that requires me to do three to five exercises in one go. Basically, the 40 minutes that I spend in the program is equivalent to two to three hours of gym time.
It is kind of fulfilling whenever I finish an entire super-set. Tiring, but fulfilling. While Orly does say that I am doing pretty well and he sees that I'm working my ass off (literally), I sometimes find myself disappointed whenever I would take a two second break between reps. I do understand that I have my limits, and Orly said that it was okay to rest for a bit as long as I don't stop.
I guess that's what's really going on with me right now. I am trying my best to move forward, but it's not easy. So right now, I am resting. But that doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop.
I'll get there one day.
posted by caitiff at 9:02 PM
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