Mini-Stops of Our Lives
Mini-Stop, Ortigas Centre
Pasig City, July 2004
Backpedaling. That’s how I once described work after my wife asked how my day was.
Never in my active years would I imagine that I could decide to pop into a record bar and rub elbows with the Australian Idol at 3 in the afternoon, nor allow myself to be in the middle of the ubiquitous 24/7 convenience store called Mini Stop and consider it to be a place to relax and read a newspaper at 11am. What’s more is to do all these - worry-free.
At 24, my career was on fast track having been considered to be the mini-president of a multi-national company. At 25, I was part of the EXCOM. At 26, I was being considered for general management position. At 27, I was practically running a small corporation. But everything changed when I decided to concentrate on one small but important aspect in my life – my wellness. I accidentally discovered to see work in a different light.
Now, and for the last 5 years, I have considered these years as my years of creativity. The highest point I can ever achieve. Not because of the position that is printed on the calling card, which I don’t even have, nor the stock options that’s on paper, which I might not even receive. But because I’ve been happy doing the things I love doing. It’s like playing teks or jolens in your polo barong.
Right now, I’m into my own Mini-Stop. Much more than the name of the store and for what is stands for, but because of the thought that I need to gather momentum once again, to pull back and start moving. I need to roll up my sleeves, pucker my lips and work the grind once more.
I have finished my resume. I have started putting them online. Crossed-fingers, and praying that I get a job in the next 2 months for I’ve realized I’ve taken enough time inside my Mini-Stop.
Life is too short to continue back-pedaling.