A few years ago, a guy told me he visited my blog and he said, “Wow, ang dami mong blog posts.” I was shocked that he found that impressive. I never even considered that the quantity of my blog posts was in itself an accomplishment. I realized that I should also appreciate my efforts not just my successes. I have written this much and that in itself is worth something.
My cousin gave me a journal called The 52 Lists Project: A Year of Weekly Journaling Inspiration by Moorea Seal. In each page, there’s a header that says “list your goals and dreams for the year”, “list your favorite characters”, etc. There was this one list that was about writing down the things that cheer you up. When I saw that list, it gave me a great idea.
In Stephen R. Covey’s 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, he talks about the importance of a map. He said that if you do not have the right map for the forest that you are trekking, then diligence and attitude will not get you anywhere. The forest is essentially your life and the map is your purpose. If you work so hard but you are going toward a goal that isn’t for you then your efforts are useless. So you have to figure out the map first.
I’ve always been insecure about my social skills. I’m not charismatic, and in long periods of my life, I was painfully shy. This is why when I read this quote in 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey, I got really inspired. The quote goes:
What you are shouts so loudly in my ear, I cannot hear what you say -Ralph Waldo Emerson
In my post Couldn’t think of a list of happy moments, I talked about how I had a hard time coming up with happy memories, which I felt were completely different from the easy task of listing down activities that make me happy. In that post, I said I was ruling out my moments of achievement because I did not want to create a list that just pumped up my arrogance. I also said that I will make exceptions if those moments truly made me happy, but if not, sayonara.
After reflecting about it though, I began questioning this self-imposed rule. If my achievements don’t make me happy, then why am I devoting so much time in the pursuit of them? Do I have wrong priorities, or have I just been not appreciating my achievements?
My cousin gave me a journal called The 52 Lists Project: A Year of Weekly Journaling Inspiration, and, yup, it is filled with blank pages that have headings that ask you to make lists, The first was “List your goals and dreams for the year”, and I easily filled that one out. The next was “List your favorite characters from books, movies, etc”, and I answered that by writing the names of my favorite real people because I don’t have favorite characters. I read too much non-fiction, I know, I know. The third was “List the happiest moments of your life so far”, and I was shocked that I had a hard time writing things down.