Thursday, 17 February 2022

The stereotype that is hard to break (at least for me)

 As a normal young adult, I have normal and decent personal career goals. I pursue higher ed to become a lecturer and maybe combine it with a civil servant--or in another word, a public university lecturer. I enjoy doing some researches (excluding the publishing part) and I am okay with teaching, especially online teaching, especially online teaching with college student whose easier to handle somehow. I was expecting some struggle to get there but things went out of hand.

After I've got my master's degree, I finally realized that it wasn't an easy ride. It was much much harder than I thought, the chances were very low and I rarely been in the kind of situation where I have zero confidence. I was naive and didn't know how to face some serious failure. I don't want to explain more, in the end, I gave up very easily.

To be super honest here, I kind of regret it. Kind of. But not that much. Because you know, I know there will be a long shot like my mother's case. Perhaps, people might think I waste some potentials but I know myself better. I know what type of person I am.

I am the type of person who finds it hard to deal with uncertainty in important, consequential matters. That's why I need to combine my lecturer-goal with 'civil servant', because I haven't learned to be brave enough to stay at a private university. This caused me to ended up trying something else, applied in a completely new area, took that unfamiliar civil servant exam ...and mysteriously, it worked. Not that I am sad, of course I am happy, but confused at the same time.

After being wishy-washy, I made up my mind to take this journey first and see where it brings me. The reasons why I choose to accept this opportunity are very shallow, actually.  Two main things are, I thought I won't be that busy, so that the second thing can be achieved; I want to be a wonderful mom someday, to raise my children well, have time for them while still have a stable job. I don't know... these stereotype are very hard to break. 

I have met many new moms (neomamma) in my career-life. They are like 26-29 years old with a toddler. And they kind of agree that it's simply impossible to have both: excellent career in excellent corporate and excellent mother. They started to give up in the early stage. I know there are so many rare cases where the neomamma can survive fantastically at the expense of some things, but that is, perhaps, not my style?

I don't know, in the end, I just want to do good enough after all, wherever I be. I won't bury my dream, for sure. In this unpredictable world, I know one day a nice chance can come into sight and I hope at that time, I am ready to catch.

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Tuesday, 17 August 2021

Wednesday, 1 April 2020

the silence of early mornings

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there are moments before the sun rises on the horizon.. when the fresh air erases the mist's white scarf, and the wind blows in perfect pace, to make the hanging leaves dance. the moment when the constellation dimmed on the raw sky, and you are just sitting there in silence, watching the time passes by.

it's so calm and quiet, you will feel the serenity, you will be the silence itself. they know a lot about a lot but nobody is saying something or doing something. nothing is in a rush. nothing forces you. the only thing that sound is the rhyme of your heartbeat--to remind you of what you are, of your goals, and what you are living for.

have you ever felt the longing of peacefulness? it's clear on such mornings, that you will meet the composure that you've lost. they said no matter what worry has told you, everything is entirely okay. and at that very brief moment, as I dwell in this fresh beginning, the birds greet me with their chirping, I know for certain that I'm extremely glad to be here.


-f.azzahra
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Friday, 13 September 2019

with future partner in my limbic system

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I picture us as the warmth of the sun in winter,
we sense that everything keep going faster, so we take a break for a while
somewhere under the acacia tree
you tell me how your life was, and I tell you my secrets one by one
there is no music in the background, all we have are
psithurism, and the sky, and the crickets that sing
you give me tons of smile, I never starved for it even in slightest interval of time
and I write you poetries on the fallen leaves...

-f.azzahra-

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