Leaping Out of Comfort Zone

None of us has imagined this is how things are gonna go when the year started. 2020 took all of us in a path we aren’t accustomed with, and shaped us into a new version of ourselves, or so I believe.

When the pandemic hit and the Philippines was declared on lockdown, I was living under the roof that my dad pays for completely. Quick note: it is part of the Filipino culture to stay with your parents well until a.) you get married, b.) you rent out closer to your workplace, or c.) you put your foot down and start living by yourself. And most of the time, Filipino parents wont allow you to take the C path. As a 25-year-old young professional, I was living under the privilege that my parents paved for me. We aren’t crazy rich, but we can live comfortably, even in the midst of a global pandemic.

In a previous post, I mentioned how half of the year in lockdown took a toll on my mental health. But I opt not to discuss the factor that also affected my deeply was members of my family not taking the pandemic seriously and not doing their part on trying to flatten the curve. You see, the Philippines isn’t the country best equipped to battle out pandemics like the COVID-19 – as what happened in the earlier part of the year, our health care system can’t keep up with the demand. And for this reason, I believe we all have a civic duty to do our best to flatten the curve, not only for our own good and those around us, but also for the frontliners too, our modern day heroes.

One anxiety attack after another, I finally lost the patience and had the last straw when my family took my 70-year-old grandmother to the casino. I told my dad I’d be staying a few days with a friend to avoid further confrontation but I realized that this is a recurring issue that I have to work on. It costs me my inner peace, and I have to do something about it.

After contemplating and basically begging my dad to let me, I stayed with my mom for a few weeks while condominium hunting online. I realized that the only way I can deal with my newfound work without the risk of a burnout caused by anxiety while staying in my dad’s house is to finally get a place of my own. And for someone starting over career-wise, this is such a bold move that requires tons of faith, adding the fact that I know nothing how to keep the house or live by myself.

As one of my best friends called it, I bravely took on the last quarter of the year by stepping out, no scratch that, by leaping out of my comfort zone. And as I adjust to this new found independence, I will write about it as a series of posts. Hope you enjoy the ride with me!


7 thoughts on “Leaping Out of Comfort Zone”

  1. Wow V, I can’t wait to read your experiences. It sounds deja vu for me reading this post as my daughter had similar experiences and insisted on moving out. As hard as it was for me in particular, I had to bless her guts to wanna do it. Of course, I pleaded with her to wait … but I know not to be a stumbling block in her visionary path. As parents, we love you all and want to shield you from all that’s out there that can harm, but … Even, parents have to get out of their comfort zones at times. Here’s praying for your bold steps to be blessed by God. Without faith it is impossible to please him. So believe that all will be well and you will overcome every obstacle that comes your way iJN.

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    1. Thank you so much! Yes, I can only imagine how hard it feels for the parents when their kids ask for their blessing to go out to world on their own. Thank you for the kind words and the reminder – here’s to bold faith and victory! πŸ™‚

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      1. To bold faith and victory! πŸ™πŸΎ for all Strong Ladies out there, particularly my daughter Vanessa and V!! V for Victory!!! And to us parents for the faith and grace to shift to the boardroom.

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