Passing the bar exam.
Finishing your first-ever marathon.
Becoming a registered nurse.
Giving birth and finally starting a family.
Each and everyone of us trudging on through life, all have our different “I did it!” moments. And naturally so, since we are all unique individuals.
I wanted to share with you all my recent “I did it!” moment which quite literally brought me to tears. First though, here’s a little back story (in case you haven’t been following me on my blog long enough).
A little over a year ago, I moved my entire life to Bali with no concrete plan set in place. I just knew I wanted and NEEDED to move — experience new things, gain more practical knowledge, learn life lessons and, well, just LIVE. Truly live, that is. I landed an awesome job that allowed me to live the life of a #digitalnomad, and let me live in “paradise” all at the same time. But what I really, really, REALLY wanted to get out of the whole move was INDEPENDENCE, not only to prove to myself that I can do it, but also to prove to my parents, especially my dad, that I can make it on my own.
Growing up, I lived a very sheltered and very good life. My dad worked overseas for the biggest oil company in the world and I, along with my brother and sister, was one of those “expat babies” that you, well, either loved or hated (LOL #donthate) — went to an International School (Go Stallions, Go!), annual family vacations, visited the Philippines for winter break (not that we had a winter, but that’s what it was called), etc. Upon returning home to Manila, I then was enrolled to a private, all-girls school, had a driver to chauffeur us around, helpers at home to cook and clean for us, no chores, allowance money which was given ON TOP of the home-packed lunch that we brought to school… I mean, we had it good. Scratch that, we HAVE it good. (Better than majority of the average Filipinos.) And this is all THANKS to my parents who worked hard to be able to give us the life that we have. And don’t get me wrong, I am EXTREMELY THANKFUL AND GRATEFUL for this, but I KNEW, deep down, that I had to learn how to be INDEPENDENT.
So there I went, off to Bali, to do all the things I wanted to do, and experience living overseas… on my own. Mind you, this wasn’t a walk in the park — my dad and I had our fair share of arguments and negotiations before he allowed me to go, but in the end, me being my stubborn self, won. (Ha!)
It reads: “Sabi nga ni Papa, ang laki daw ng pinagbago mo mula ng magsolo ka sa Bali. Hanga daw sya sa iyo.”
(Papa said, you’ve changed so much ever since you’ve lived alone in Bali. He is in awe of you.)
That one message had me crying happy tears as I thought to myself, “I did it. I really did it.” This once selfish, bratty little girl who couldn’t even leave her room to get her own glass of water, is now 100% independent. And to top it off, my dad thinks so too. In fact, he knows so.
So what was my point in sharing this with all of you? Simple. As cliche as it may seem, it’s really true what they say, keep going after what you want and you’ll find that one day, you’ll be able to say with confidence and pride that you did it!
Peace, Love and Lipgloss,
P.S. Apologies if I sound a bit redundant in this article. It’s 1:38AM and I’m 4 hours in on this 12hr layover. Off to catch some ZzzZzzZ’s!