Lately, work's been feeling like an extended show of "Deal or No Deal". From time-in to time-out, every moment brings with it a parcel of choices and it always seems that each progressive decision I make is just as half-baked as the last. It is disconcerting, and I can be honest with myself now and I admit that here in Cebu, I'm a fish out of water.
And I've been here for 4 months, that's a long time to spend with Kris Aquino and that faceless banker of hers, egging me on and dangling all sorts of wonders in front my CRT-scalded eyes. But it keeps me going, and at some point somewhere, though just as witless as the last, I've been making better decisions. Shovel-fulls of effort for teensy increments here and there.
But the growth is there--I'm growing. Putting together something sizable, something news worthy, something for everyone to say "Deal! Deal!". And yet, I'm holding out for this intangible prize I've always hoped for from the start.
On faith, I'm holding on, for the shiny suitcase at the end of all things. May Lady Luck be there smiling as Destiny shrieks, "Buksan na!"
