More than seven years had passed since I first got the idea of earning online. Eventually, series of exciting and surprising events in my life took me to the word of the online freelancing job. The year was 2009; I read Brother Bo Sanchez’ blog post — about an event he’s promoting — a Two-Day TrulyRich Internet Marketing “Hands-On” Workshop.
I got excited with the idea of making extra income at the comforts of our house. At the same time, I felt heaviness in my gut — came from fear of the unknown.
Same as the food we eat and air we breathe, lessons make our life possible — and explore more possibilities. In the Philippines, summer had already started. After the solemnity of the Holy Week, people hurried for guilt-free vacation getaways.
Facebook posts of my friends’ travel pictures invade my waking hours. Most of the days I’m at home. Except, yesterday as I came from Dampalitan Beach in Quezon Province. My shoestring budget is enough to travel there. Yep, I’m not pretending as a person with lots of money to spare.
Have you ever think if all your efforts mean nothing? Did you take your work seriously, yet nobody noticed? But, you told yourself, “No sweat, I continue to (put here whatever you love to do) even no one notice it.”
You can play guitar at the garage, write a children’s book at the attic, or sing while sitting on the throne of the bathroom. But, we can’t deny there’s a proper timeline for every situation.
Given my current situation, I decided to quit on committing to publish a blog post every week. Still, I’m reading books (both physical and digital). I’ll continue listening to inspiring talks, expert interviews, and educational podcasts. Also, I’m still writing at least 500 words a day. And of course, I’ll still publish a blog post from time to time.
Sustaining yourself to write is not a challenge. Yes, you read it right. After years of writing, I came to more realizations. More lessons on writing.
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ~Charles Bukowski
The real daunting challenges of writing is way more than sustaining.
In any activity either music, sports, or studying calculus (especially calculus), we come to the point of questioning ourselves. Why am I doing this?
At first, it’s pure bliss. Pure joy and satisfaction. But, as like human relationships, we can continue and felt stuck. And going nowhere.
There’s a point in our lives when the challenging goals turned into mundane tasks.
Then, you can’t help but ask yourself, “why?”
The time is between six and seven in the evening. As part of my routine, I have to buy food from the market.
Another night, same as the past nights. I bought food from a bearded guy. For basic conversation, I have to unload my little knowledge of broken Arabic.
Of course, I should pay the “bakala” — the way people called the local convenience store. In Filipino version, it’s “Aling Puring Suking Tindahan.” Ah okay, it’s “tindahan” for short.
I have to take out my currencies of Rials with different sizes. Same as Euros, it gets bigger depending on the value.
Then, I said it with a smile, “Shukran Sadiq” — a simple greeting in broken Arabic. It means “Thanks, my friend.”
I’m ready to go.
I have to admit, Mikel.Space is just a hobby blog even I tried my best to get consistent in publishing a blog post every Wednesday. Writing is my ally during my stay abroad.
It’s been a while since I came from Saudi Arabia. It’s a rewarding experience to meet and hug my loved ones again after 26 months.
There’s just a problem creeping, though. I already filed an exit and promised the company and myself to never work again in the same country.
I’m applying again for another work abroad. All of my job applications are for Middle East countries except Saudi Arabia. Funny, I still got calls to work in the country I’m avoiding. Except, one I got last week from someone else’s referral — a company from Qatar.
I’m not against people working in Saudi Arabia. As an engineer, I’m starting to believe this country is the one where I could find the most opportunity. I’m grateful I got a lot of learning experiences in this wealthy country. The cultures and traditions taught me a lot of lessons about life.
This blog post is an inspiration from Jon Morrow.
Yesterday, I was not able to write any to prepare a blog post this one whole week. Yes, one week’s passed, and I got nothing to show you. Only today, ten in the morning I started to write.
This article you’re reading is my 36th blog posts. Not impressive for a two-year-old blog. If I just post every week from the birth of this blog, I already posted more than a hundred. But, the point is not how many words I already crafted.
The question is “am I able to help even just one reader with this blog?”
“In what way?” and “how could I help if I don’t?”
As of now, I only knew ONE I’m sure I already helped a lot. Myself.
Writing is my way of expressing myself in a way I can’t in a personal conversation.
I already said all my struggles as a writer. Even calling myself a writer is a struggle. I felt I’m just fooling myself.
More than two years ago, I was applying to work abroad. It is fascinating I’m doing the exact thing now. Many know the challenge of finding a work abroad. Especially, for the first timers. This is my second time, but it was almost the same feeling. The same frustration and anxiety if I could pull it off again — find another work abroad. Hopefully, with higher pay.
This is the blog post I don’t want my potential employers to read. I’ll tell it to you anyway. For more than two years straight working in Saudi Arabia, I still don’t feel I’m confident enough. I’ve done things I have no idea I could do. I made a lot of arguments to defend myself. And yet, I felt those were not enough. I felt I’m still an undergraduate in B.S. Working Abroad.
Good thing I learned through life to do things afraid. To not rely too much on my confident feelings. And walk inside the unknown tunnel trusting there’s a light of hope at the end.
In my first blog post, I wrote I first met my mentor Jomar Hilario. I read in the newsletter of Brother Bo Sanchez about internet marketing workshop.
I can say Brother Bo is arguably the most famous Catholic lay preacher in the Philippines. He is also well-known in many parts of the world. Most likely the one reading this blog post already knew him. If not, then type his name in Google search engine. You’ll find for yourself how he already conquered the cyberspace. All these to spread the message of the love of God.
When I was still in college, I first accidentally watched him preached on television. From then on, as many others, I never stop following him.
In the third quarter of the year 2009, I read Brother Bo wrote a blog post introducing Jomar teaching internet marketing, I get excited and afraid. It is timely as I’m looking for other means of income. But, I have no idea about internet marketing.
I was not able to make a blog post last week. There are glitches — both technical and human. I was in a different place. There’s an internet connection as slow as a disabled snail stuck in the mud. Also, for four consecutive nights, I drunk beer, wine, and brandy. Also, Coca-Cola and Sprite. By the way, I don’t write drunk.
“Write drunk, edit sober.” ~Anonymous, not Ernest Hemingway
My father just came in an untimely manner. Same as I am, he’s also an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker). The big difference though is I was an OFW, while he is still one. In short, he just took a leave; I filed an exit.
We both go to Ilocos Norte Province located in the extreme northern part of the Philippines.