Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Past learning, Thoughts

About Priority

New year usually comes with new arrangements. In designing the days spent, it’s not only about plotting clasess/activities in empty schedule.

Choosing a schedule is not only about choosing the time, it’s about choosing priorities and managing the flow and energy from one activity from another.

One of the most rewarding things from this mothering job, it really employs and exercises my lateral thinking skills. Before deciding something, I get to see and consider the things from many angles, not only for her but also many things that has important influence to her. Including and consulting the principal is compulsory, but, as someone who is doing daily operations, I need to operate based on the reality of the situation, but among all, I always stick on the priorities as much as I can.

Learning new things is compulsory, but for the little girl and me. But, at what cost? The class is interesting but, it’s conflicting with prayer time. The class and time are matched, but it is on my fasting day. The class has good advantages, but it is on the day of our regular weekly Quran night. The class fits everything, but, it’s conflicting with my other schedule or vice versa.

In deciding which activities to participate, other than money spent, the more important thing is to consider what we will lose in gaining the knowledge. Opportunity cost is talking here.

Classes and activities may come and go, but certain priorities will always be on the first row. There should be certain things that are non-negotiable. When you know what’s yours, it will give a clear answer to the question. It also makes you easier to say more no than yes.

Based on experiences in few areas of life, when you get your priorities straight, everything else will fall into place.

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The Culture Code

Last year, there was of the most memorable readings on my shelf, a book called The Culture Code by Clotaire Rapaille.

The book explains why are people around the world so very different? What makes us live, buy, even love as we do? The answers are in the codes.

These codes are what make American, or German, or French, and they invisibly shape how they behave in their personal lives, even when they are completely unaware of their motives.  And it finally explains why people around the world really are different, and reveals the hidden clues to understanding them all.

Examples of The Culture Code in the book :

This book made me start wondering the most suitable Culture Code for my country. Then, something came to my mind.

The more I see examples in real life, the more I am certain Shortcut is a really suitable code for this country.

This is actually a random rant while reading some news regarding the National Football Team’s coach who had just been sacked before his term ends.

Bonne Année et Bonne Santé!

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The Holiday Struggle

It’s been always joyful having holiday at home.

Rested and leisure without any rush or crowd.

But, it’s not all joy.
The hardest struggle during holiday is maintaining the level of discipline on the same amount that we have during school days.

When you have plenty amount of resources, like time (or anything), it takes more vgilance to stay focus and keep your self on the track. Willpower alone is not enough to maintain it.

This is not only about the little girl, but also about her mother. More time in the morning is surely nice for reading and doing other things that are quite hard to do during school days, but, the consequence is the delay of the morning routines.

The true discipline is not who you are when you can’t. It’s who you are when you can, but you don’t.

Enough talking, mommy. Now, do what you preach.

Posted in Disability, Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

End of Semester’s Reflection

I am a huge supporter of homeschooling but our situation doesn’t really suit for doing it fully. So I take half of the schooling while still sending my daughter to formal school whose values so far is aligned with what we preach and practice.

This end of semester’s reflection is quite different than the previous ones where it was more sentimental.

This semester I took studying more seriously by implementing regular night study with or without tests. This is more about to reduce the headache due to transition from lower grade levels to upper grades which academic demands are jumping significantly than my passion for teaching and learning.

At the end of this semester, we registered her to a CognitiveMap test in one of the institutions in Jakarta which is also globally renowned. This is not an IQ test, but I think it gives better insight about how the current brain of the child abilities. It test five brain muscles : vision, auditory, sensory motor, focus, and emotional processing.

I searched why these five and found a journal that explains it well. It has been determined that neuroplasticity occuring in childhood brain is mainly related to these five aspects.

Other than insightful, this test result is quite useful to decide and understand more about how she learns best and which area she needs to improve.

I often wonder will I do differently if we didn’t receive any diagnosis? Will I try this much if she is one without any specific conditions? Will I be less worried about her?

I am not sure about the answer. One of my strength which can also be my weakness is, I always take everything seriously. Especially if it’s something that gives significant impact to my life and future.

I made list and notes rigorously.
I read intensely and extensively.
I nag The One who decides all affairs regularly and continuously.

I often wonder whether it’s a blessing or a curse to be this stubborn about something that I think it’s right.

What could soften me a bit is certain phrases from my readings :
« Mothers/parents matter. But, they are not everything ».

Your efforts matter.
But, the end result is never yours.

Posted in Thoughts

A Sweet Addiction

Nothing compared to the tranquility between 3.00-4.30 am daily.

The silence at home, the sound of white noise around, and the darkness of the living room. Those combinations are another level of addiction and something that I am craving for daily.

It feels like a refreshing warm up to start the day. It prepares all the muscles to get ready to deal with whatever the day would bring.

It gives one of the life goals that I constantly pursue :

A peace of mind with a grateful heart.

Posted in Books, Life happens, Thoughts

A Year Older and Book Titles

If book titles describe my life,then up to this 40 years, it has been a series of Unreasonable Hospitality bestowed by Allah the Almighty.

All the things that brought me here,the ups and downs, have been The Ride of a Lifetime.

Where I am in my 40th year is the combination of Allah’s endless favours,the love and support I received from my loved ones and the accumulation of self-courage to constantly choose and Do Hard Things from The Defining Decade and the following one after that.

When I look back, Thinking in Bets often becomes my standard operating procedure for navigating life, especially when it comes to something that matters to me because, for many things, it Always Seems Impossible Until It’s done.

If one asks How to Measure Your Life? Looking back, I see the choices made with no regrets: Finish What You Start, enjoy Tiny Beautiful Things, live A Walking Life, and keep training for an Organized and Disciplined Mind through consistent Atomic Habits for the past 20 years.

I am far from The Smartest Kid in The World, but I am blessed with Grit,a right Mindset, love playing The Infinite Game for the most important things, applying Clear Thinking to maintain certain things What Money Can’t Buy.

I don’t always have self-confidence, but I always believe in Berserahlah, Biarkan Allah Mengurus Hidupmu. May Allah grant me more wisdom, strength, patience, and guidance to navigate life learnings and winnings in this new decade. Amin.

Posted in Life happens, Past learning, Thoughts

The Privilege of Getting Older

The month of another year getting older always feels bittersweet.

Over the last few years, I have felt like I have a compounding understanding of many things, especially about myself: why I am who I am, why I do what I do, why things happen the way they do, and more.

I finally found some answers to my question from my 20s. I wrote this particular question constantly in my diary when I was dealing with something emotionally draining for a long period of time. I didn’t have any idea how to have a complete closure and move on because such things kept coming back for more.

Such a question is equally draining since you have to wait to get to the answer—until time tells you.

It’s difficult sometimes to distinguish between “Is this a hard thing I’m supposed to work through?” or “Is it hard because it’s the wrong thing and I need to let go?”.

This is a question that applies to many confusion in my 20s.

Fast forward to 20 years later, here I am,
after specific experiences and statistics of results,
safely said I found the answer :
It’s more about the former than the latter.

The wrong one usually will find its exit way much sooner than later. No matter how much you hold on to them, it will slip away.

While the right one will persist and stay, no matter how hard you try to shoo it away, it always finds its way to return.

Most of the time, everything right is unusually hard and tough. Since such thing is destined to be yours, although you’ll never know how long it will be yours, you have to do the work. You have to overcome whatever hardship until it will be safely arrived on your hand.

This perfectly fits the concept of sustenance in Islam. It says that when your heart desires something, Allah gives it to you for some reason. But, you have to do the work to get it, and trust that you’ll get it in the end. When and how, it’s not yours to decide.

The more beautiful thing about this : there’s no such things as NO as an answer. It will be always a YES, with three different situations :

  1. Yes, exactly like you want and you don’t have to wait long for that.
  2. Yes, but you have to wait for a quiet long time.
  3. Yes, not exactly what you want, but it will be replaced with something much better than what you want.

It takes getting older for me to understand this. I watch to see how my prayers and dreams come true one by one. That’s why I call it a privilege to be getting older.

It also makes me realize another thing :

It’s impossible to keep up with all Allah’s blessings, which have been running at an exponential curve while I am still returning them at my slow walking pace in a simple, irregular (more downs than ups) curve.

In the end, doing your best is the only way to go.

Again, it’s stated in one of the most beautiful verse in Quran :

“Allah does not require of any soul more than what it can afford. All good will be for its own benefit, and all evil will be to its own loss”.

Among the many privileges of getting older that Allah has been lending to me, being a Moslem and being among the true believers (Mu’min), which I hope and keep trying to climb the ladder to be the Muhsin and Muttaqin, is indeed the biggest and the most important privilege that I won’t trade for anything else.

May Allah make it easier for what my heart desires.

Amin.

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Grow Apart II

Few months ago, I wrote a post with same title here and I just realized that maybe the very same reason could explain why long term married couples broke up.

We have heard many testimonials about how different life is before and after marriage with the same person. Many couldn’t even survive the first five years, no matter how long they’ve been together and have known their partner before the marriage. The gap between reality and expectations might be too much to handle, and separation might be the best answer for both. It makes sense to me.

But, what happened with those who have survived more than ten or twenty years together? I mean, what happened? After all those years together? These couples have survived many life’s ups and downs, trials and turbulence. Like they have come so far from the low bottom to the top of the mountains, so they must be strong enough to handle whatever life throws at them, as a well-trained team.

Apparently, it’s not always the case. Along the way, growing apart is also possible. I started understanding that money can’t buy everything (once the money is there). Financial security might be essential, but, it’s not fundamental.

In the Big Four post a few years ago, in achieving anything, to make everything work, money is number one, but its function stops there. You still need the other three things that without those, money alone won’t take you anywhere.

Being on one page and at the same frequency for years doesn’t mean you’ll stay the same throughout the course. Along the way, each other’s vision might change to different directions. It doesn’t happen suddenly, but through little changes that occur gradually until, at a certain point, they are already standing too far from each other to even get back together.

Then, there’s where they part ways.

I had a session with a psychologist yesterday, and she said, “Normally, as we grow old, the circle is getting smaller. And it’s possible that the smaller circle could not only get closer but also further, even with one who’s the closest to us.”

The right person one married to in his/her 20s might be not the right person to survive the marriage in their 40s or 50s.

This is maybe the reason why marriage in Islam is considered ibadah, just like five prayers a day, Zakat, fasting, and Hajj. Ibadah takes hard work, discipline, commitment, self control, emotional regulations, physical and mental health. It’s hard.

Doing five prayers a day demands discipline. Paying monthly Zakat requires commitment. Fasting needs the self control and emotional regulations. Hajj demands our financial, physical, and mental strength. Many things will distract us from doing that, not only the evil outside but also the one inside.

Nothing good comes easy, right? A good life demands a lot of maintenance said one of my readings. So does a good marriage, I guess.

The consequences of neglecting those things are never received in an instant. That’s why many people drift away aimlessly. They won’t feel much difference between doing it or not. Until a certain point, the only way is going down.

The way Allah takes blessings from our life is never once and done. It’s usually done one by one, little by little, and sometimes, it’s not so obvious. What’s taken is not really tangible and measurable, like things or money.

What’s taken is usually the peace felt at heart, at home, more money less tranquillity, the feeling of being sufficient with what you have, the enjoyment and the want of doing salat and other rituals properly, endless busyness that takes you nowhere, the less time spent with those who really matter, the happiness for the little blessing that might seem nothing, but actually, they are everything. Things that no amount of money could bring back, unless you do the work required again.

Guide us along the Straight Path, the Path of those You have blessed—not those You are displeased with, or those who are astray.

We read that very line, to be guided on the straight path, 17 times a day in our salat. It’s easier said and done. Because in the reality, any path other than straight one is always easier to choose.

Keeping ourselves on a straight path as an individual requires constant effort, a strong will, and continuous learning. It requires cleaning our lenses regularly so we can see clearly. It requires keeping updating and adjusting our focus to stay on the path. To remind ourselves endlessly what and where the endgame is.

I guess keep staying on a straight path, together in marriage, requires the same thing.

And maybe that’s the only way to avoid growing apart.

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Reasses the Acess Card(s)

Everyone must have certain limit that they set for themselves about something or other people.

Is it confusing?

I am not in a very clear mind while writing this too. Let’s restart.

I, am someone, who prefers being misunderstood than busy explaining the truth.

I, am someone, as I wrote before, who prefers being JOMO than FOMO, in many things in life.

I love being invisible and live life free of drama.

I have a very tiny circle of friend that mostly last more than 20 years.

I am very private and selective about the people I allow to enter my area of life.

For me, my peace of mind is ultimate priority. I will do almost everything to be traded with peace of mind.

I rarely seek any validation, approval, or anything much from human.

My chance to be hurt by other people is too low.

While I seem so cold and distant to other people, I think I am the most kind to that tiny circle of mine.

While I am saying no very often to those outside the circle, I would say yes to almost everything for that circle.

I am a cold blood introvert to the bone, but, I am a loud extrovert to that circle.

I am not only talking about friends but also families.

As the price of being so selective, I could only be hurt by those whom I trust and care the most.

When that happened, the damage would be much much bigger than any ordinary damages.

These past few days, I learnt, no matter how selective I have been, there’s always a room for misjudgement as I am human too.

The hell I have been dealing with inside not only ruins the mood but it can burn the strongest bridge.

Theoritically , I know how untrustworthy human can be, but, to be betrayed by your closest friends or family, that is another level of crazy.

I have several first hand of experiences, but, it never gets easier everytime.

I remember one of the quotes from Shoe Dog, I really certain it is there, but, I couldn’t find it in my bookmarked list. It says like this :

« love is giving someone the power to destroy you and trusting they won’t use it. »

It’s time to reassess again.

It’s time to exercise the principle below :

Apology (might be) accepted, Access denied.

Posted in Life happens, Past learning, Places, Thoughts

Five Years from London Life: A Lesson on Courage

September has been the most bittersweet month of the year since five years ago.

No matter how much I bore people with telling, showing, and doing so, I never get tired of repeating it. I could recycle all the memories thousand times over and over again.

It wasn’t merely about moving to one of the most exciting cities in the world. What I truly admired from us five years ago was courage.

We bravely moved without knowing where to stay, thinking renting a house in London would be as easy as renting in Basura: viewed once, deal, paid. It’s hard to believe that I was so naive, thinking that I just had to make a list of properties and then call the agent once we got there to make appointments, only to find none of those agents returned the calls.

We restarted the search from the beginning and only had a week to find permanent rent. Managed to get two viewing appointments, one of which was clearly a no, which left us with the only option we should take.

The opposite of all searching had been done in an unfamiliar area. The process took many sessions of “what?”, “How?”!!, “Really?! ” for days until the agent safely handed the key to our hand on September 12.

We emptied almost all of our savings just to pay the deposit and first month’s rent.We even borrowed money from my brother’s friend who was doing his Phd in England to pay for it first because we couldn’t open a bank account without a permanent address.

We lived the first month without any salaries other than the cash I had in my wallet, yet we still bravely made a trip and spent half of it calling the bank and the hospital about the salary we hadn’t received cause we couldn’t survive longer days without it.

I thought living recklessly could only belong to the 20s, yet,we did it in the middle of our 30s in a stranger land far away from friends and family.

But then, I always trust Allah highly, confidently and completely. There was no way he made us survived all the pre-departure mess for months only to let us failed miserably in reality.

I often record hard days more than the good ones, privately.It’s just like a library of experiences,feelings, that might be useful for the future.
Whenever I need some insight in the present about how courageous I can be,I always back to September in 2019.

The view of our home on the first night we moved

PS : This writing came up suddenly after another session of flowing tears rewatching Notting Hill. Not sure it was the PMS talking or I just miss London badly.

PS2: If there is another chance to move there once again in the future, will I take it? Then, my answer will be a big, bold no. That was the adventure of a lifetime once and done. Unless, Allah made that the only option.