KEEPING GOOD MEMORIES

                There are things in life that are worth keeping while some are better yet thrown in a trash bin. If bad memories and bad thoughts are like that, I could just easily do that. But our minds are not working like that. It’s not like a computer where we can easily delete those files that we no longer need.

                In spite of my failed application a while ago, I still manage to keep a hopeful and expectant attitude that I will have a new job as soon as possible. I realized am not prepared yet but I will be ready next time. I opened my two accounts in Facebook and I start saving all of my tagged photos. Unfortunately, my roommate’s internet connection got expired so I didn’t manage to save all of them.

While looking on those pictures, I can’t help but get excited. I really miss the good times I had when I was a teacher in STI-Naga College. That was the best work experience I’ve ever had. I miss the team building that I created just for my two classes to get them ready for medical mission. That was really awesome. I miss the day when we had our youth convention in Legaspi City and went to Lignon Hill. I miss the fun quiz that I turned it into such a crazy game to make it livelier and active. I had the best time in my life being a simple NSTP teacher. My experience was rewarding and irreplaceable.

I miss the times when I am still connected with Teleperformance. I had the chance to team up with the best TCL people. We had more time to bond as a team in spite of the stressful job. My male supervisor was so cool I can handle all the stressful calls I had with the worst scenario.

I miss the times when I am still studying at Bible school and learning more and more about God. Every day, I am always excited to finish my work and look forward for new learning. That was both in BCCL in Albay and CBI in Naga. I enjoyed both and I learned a lot but I appreciated the teachings more in CBI. That was really really enriching and practical. I miss the times that I going with my brothers and sisters in WIM-Naga. I am the youngest so it’s inevitable I am always the “pulutan”.

I miss the times that I am teaching bible stories with my cousins in Baao. I miss the times when I am still a part of the music team in JDC Bicol and singing worship songs for God. I miss the times that I am still involved in different outreaches and activities in JDC Bicol. I miss the fellowship held at Bicol University, BRTTH, or Albay Plaza. It was always Rizzalyn, or sometimes Joey. Most of the time it was always Rizzalyn. I had a chance to have a fellowship with other brothers and sisters in my own church.

I miss those days. But I know I need to move on and look forward for better experience and happier memories. Keeping those memories gave me happy thoughts and happy feelings. It’s better to remember those kinds of memories and let go of the pain of bad memories.