My only means of internet connection as of this writing is almost through my mobile phone. I downloaded the WordPress app but I got some security issues. About this two-step authentication in logging-in, so it was no use. My Samsung Galaxy Young mobile phone model can’t handle blog posting through internet browsers. (Milestone: this is my geekiest paragraph so far in this blog)
I got frustrated for about four seconds, after that, I’m relieved for helplessness.
Good thing there’s someone here, the new-comer in our apartment that has a Samsung Tab3 tablet that happens to have an internet connection.
I’m egoistic online from my past few days here in Saudi Arabia. I rarely check someone else’s blog, only mine.
It’s not that I’m awed by the cleverness of my words but I was checking for wrong grammar, especially the embarrassing typo errors.
I’m obsessive-compulsive in a healthy way.
Does a Typo Error Make a Difference
I’ m not stopped by the challenge of the limitation of internet connection. What stopped me more was my laziness, lack of focus and bad self-criticism.
Consciously and unconsciously, many of us are too critical of ourselves. We put down ourselves thinking it was humility.
I still have biased self-evaluation.
I believe that one typo error could affect a good reading experience. Yes, indeed zero error is a work that was meticulously checked. Rechecked. Rechecked. Maybe one more or even ten times!
If you read a great story just to be disappointed for wrong spelling, then you exchanged your humanity for being a spell checker (credit for Seth Godin in his book “Icarus Deception”).
Everyone has a crappy first draft. Most of the time (at least for me), the second or third draft is still full of errors.
No, don’t be so reckless in writing if you know the rules. Seek proof-readers if you can.
Yes, hate typo errors but…
Don’t let it stops you from creating something that matters to you. We need connections. In my case, me as a writer and you as my reader.
Everything Seems Fine
Being an Overseas Filipino Worker in Saudi Arabia is not as grueling as I expected. The culture shocks are not that shocking at all. Though it’s sad to be away from my family and friends in the Philippines, I still able to fully cope-up in my newest lifestyle.
Two from the six of us Filipinos are now reporting to our employer’s office every day. The four of us remaining? Hmm… Eating. Sleeping. Laudrying our clothes. Chitchatting. Using mobile phones anytime. Buying basic necessities. Internet browsing. Repeat. What a life!
What could I ask for?
Actually, there are many questions that I want to ask. One of them is this: Is there something wrong?
This is my very first time to work abroad. Three of my fellow Pinoys (slang word for Filipinos) that I’m here with were returnees. They’re all saying that our current employer is far better than their previous ones.
We have good accommodation — soft beds, clean rooms with air-conditioning, nice bathroom and refrigerator in the kitchen. My friends here cook, I don’t. They are fun to be around. Our employers treat us with respect.
We still encounter problems. Minor problems. Something like my struggle to wash my clothes manually by hand.
I heard many sad stories — bad treatments, out-of-contract policies, deportation and even beheadings. Life is at stake. We are almost comparable to soldiers in the war zone.
This makes me grateful. Nonetheless, thankful to God for sparing us from harm.
Yet, I’m suspecting that there must be wrong. Everything seems fine. Almost perfect. I got suspicious.
Maybe I’m just afraid of being too complacent.
Am I a stickler? A fault finder? A pessimist?
I think it’s not usual to almost stay at home for two weeks without clear sign of when will I start to work. We’re blind-folded of what are we into.
I’m just praying that the pros and cons of our situations will turn out to something good.
I believe it will.
More to Be Thankful for
Through pondering, I came back to my senses. I suddenly remembered that for every minor setback, there’s always more to be thankful for.
Writing is not different. There must be some minor errors (even embarrassing ones), but there’s always more to be thankful for.
Sometimes, what we see as typo errors is actually a bridge to a gap — from mistakes to lessons. If we just hold on, the benefits of what you had learned from mistakes will exceed all your screw-ups.
I still do encourage feedbacks. I really mean it. Not to please everybody but to push me more.
Treat errors as lessons in disguise. We don’t start as perfect. We won’t be either in the future.