As the new year almost quietly poked me with its pretty head, I knew I needed to make some necessary adjustments - new skills, make new friends (and keep the old ones), pursue the storytelling sessions with kids, continue getting A's in school and wear my many hats.
Last week, I started my hands on washing clothes. That seemed to be very easy a task to some but not for me. While I can get an A in washing the dishes, cleaning the house and bathroom, I sure suck at washing the clothes and even cooking. I know, most girls know to how to cook but I grew up in an environment where somebody does the cooking for us. And the fact that I was never interested in cooking, I never exerted an effort to stay, watch and observe the cook.
Oh well.
Now that I am "older" and preparing myself to wear a veil (but not super soon, though), life is quite leaving me with no other "good choice" but to go through such training - wash clothes, cook and more. Those who know me to the bones would surely agree with me that change, even if it is constant, is something I would not easily embrace. You can say that I am quite comfortable to my "regular life" already and "changes" would sometimes mean crying. I swear, I am not kidding.
Slowly, I am beginning to seriously wear my "serving" hat. You know, learning to share your life with a former stranger for the rest of your life and prioritizing him (and your kids, if ever) over your job and old self. Quite a task, I must say but sure its going to be rewarding.
I read somewhere that there's nothing more fulfilling than to be the one who serves with all your heart. Almost everything in me wants to embrace such a thought only that I still don't know how to cook! Bah!
Last week, I started my hands on washing clothes. That seemed to be very easy a task to some but not for me. While I can get an A in washing the dishes, cleaning the house and bathroom, I sure suck at washing the clothes and even cooking. I know, most girls know to how to cook but I grew up in an environment where somebody does the cooking for us. And the fact that I was never interested in cooking, I never exerted an effort to stay, watch and observe the cook.
Oh well.
Now that I am "older" and preparing myself to wear a veil (but not super soon, though), life is quite leaving me with no other "good choice" but to go through such training - wash clothes, cook and more. Those who know me to the bones would surely agree with me that change, even if it is constant, is something I would not easily embrace. You can say that I am quite comfortable to my "regular life" already and "changes" would sometimes mean crying. I swear, I am not kidding.
Slowly, I am beginning to seriously wear my "serving" hat. You know, learning to share your life with a former stranger for the rest of your life and prioritizing him (and your kids, if ever) over your job and old self. Quite a task, I must say but sure its going to be rewarding.
I read somewhere that there's nothing more fulfilling than to be the one who serves with all your heart. Almost everything in me wants to embrace such a thought only that I still don't know how to cook! Bah!
