9 Best Things in 2017

I bumped into many postings about people’s best moments in their 2017. Here is the cool thing: I am totally okay with that. Bahaha. No longer feel pressured and urge to share the same thing to prove that I was also doing something cool last year. Xixi. The only one worth compared is my old-self version. I might do the same, but, I share it here in my own blog instead. In attempt to crystallize the learned things into candies and bring them in my pocket to face more adventures in 2018.

Here we go.

  1. I hiked my first mountain in September.
    Masya Allah. A clear memory I had, celebrating my hesitation and excitement on the back of Cikuray mountain. Beautiful night sky, slept in small tent with two adorable women, got to know my brother way better– and his office mates. But I say it’s true that the best thing about hiking is not about the beautiful views, really, it’s about our self– how we decide, think, and who we really are. We, the three of us; me, my bro, and the marshall Bapa Budi finally chose to stop and prayed Subuh instead of continuing our sunrise hunting on top of the mountain. I learned that maybe having sunrise surrounded by stunningly magical carpet of clouds is one of our ultimate goals, but still, Allah should come very first. I was just relieved because it also meant some minutes to take a rest after panting in every step, lol.
    I nearly gave up in my second pos, planned to do some fake fainting :’D. Cikuray is crazy mountain for beginners, dummy hikers….. like me. It’s because of its longitude, challenging track, and no water resources, you name it. There was a battle I had inside of me. To give up or not, and I’m grateful the later won. I’ve written things about Cikuray experience here.
  2. I decided to not continuing my selection process of something.
    Even it costed many things. Times, money on return tickets (and a missed flight, too), energy, some painful weeps and sobbings, I’m grateful that Allah guided me to choose for myself. I know my reason and the consequences. There are many things to deal with after and it takes maybe forever. Like someone said, it may be a sad-but-challenged situation for me. I’ll just need to make sure that I stick around with Allah. My biggest fear now is when I’m away from Him, when He then just let me go with my own messy decision.
  3. Pinarak Moco: Second library is open!
    I met Bu Wati, Nadya, and Kusna. People with incredible personality wandering around my 2017. Bu Wati, a humble pre-school teacher, along with her husband manage our little library in Jawuh. Letting little readers come to her house until after Isya everyday, keeping the books safe, and encouraging parents nearby to send their children to read books in Jawuh Moco. Haru :’ also Nadya, an energic highschooler and her ForPan Nganjuk for their supports in Pinarak Moco. Last but not least, having Iqbal and Melisa. I’m beyond grateful for Iqbal’s endless question, “Nezh, kapan nak Kweden mane” amidst his tight schedule in his activities, his endurance while driving Surabaya-Nganjuk for countless hours this year, his way of approaching locals (Pak Mudin, Mas Arif…. whom I could never bear with. Wkk..)  and also Melisa, as the one who always spares her time to join us. She could just do other things, but she chose to stay and devoted herself in this project. They are beautiful.. I hope Allah will accept our deeds and shower us His blessing.
  4. Forgiving myself
    It’s a job I need to do on daily basis. 2017 is my third year of forgiving myself for being…. stupid. It is painfully funny. Wahaha. But it’s okay, everything happens for a reason, eh? Indeed it gives me a brand new perspective about many things. So, I really cherish my attempts of forgiving myself and saying it’s okay– reassuring myself that I have finished a chapter  in catalog of my life journey. 2017 is the year when I finally forgive myself. And in 2018, I am ready to fight for people who fight for me. 🙂
  5. Had my first time as a speaker
    It’s amazing, terrifying, exhausting,….. all at once. I enjoyed the rehearsal session with Ms Laili, widening the why– it’s not only delivering the materials but also the passion. Beforehand, due something I needed to finish in office, I stuck in traffic jam . . ….. and finally got to the room 5 minutes before my time. Lel. Surprisingly, the feedback was cool. I’d do more in the future. Ehe. Maybe.
  6. My first anthology was born
    It’s a very little step that I shouldn’t count as best moment. But, involving myself– even a tiny part in #KataAyah project was very meaningful to me. Both as a daughters who recalled memory of dad’s saying and as a future parent. Beside, it’s little step of making my own book. Ea. Bismillahh..
  7. Travelling to Malaysia with Niswah
    I built a lot of self-dialog through this travel. I carved memories from places I visited, dialects I heard, people I encountered in MRT. Answering questions I’ve been keeping for long time about…. life. It’s kind of spiritual journey. I wrote that experience here.
  8. Join a super dynamic team in TAF English
    When I listened to my friends babbling about how jerk their bosses are, how tired they are of working every single day– without really grasping the idea why they’re doing that job, I am happy I am here. From the very beginning, I never call myself working, yea. .. frankly I hate that word. It really… sounds so grown ups or adult stuffs. Lel. Being adult is totally boring because they will only be happy with visible and material things. #longlivelittleprince. I’m there to study, to learn and grow myself– and yeah, being paid while doing that is additional plus. I meet my wonderful students. I have enriched my definition of teaching, educating, growing someone’s confidence. I also learn about business. Aside of it, I also take a part in growing this organization strategically, creating cool and beneficial projects, not only for business but wider than that. I enjoy the process really much. Its values harmonize with mine.
  9. I have been trying my best to be a better person.
    First, for my self, for not giving up easily on telling people the things that distract me. Even I still have some hesitation in myself, and sometime a sudden grief because of some unnamed issues, I am relieved I always remember that Allah is near. I have Him, and it’s enough.

I know it. Bismillah :3

Author: nezhafath

a klepon-hearted

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