During our teaching training, we
have been constantly reminded to celebrate small successes. Having high
expectation is good, but in life we need to learn to rejoice in progress we
made that contributes towards the realization of our high expectation.
However, this post is not so much about
celebrating small successes. It is about contentment.
According to Google, contentment
means a state of happiness and satisfaction. For me, contentment simply means “my
heart is full.”
It would be my honor if you choose
to continue reading this article and allow me to demonstrate to you what
contentment means to me, based on a tiny fraction of my amazing experience from the past 7 weeks.
Contentment is when I craved for
Japanese cuisine on a Sunday, I could drop a message in the group chat, and
some good company would join me for lunch at Sakae Sushi two stations away from
our hibernation habitat.
Contentment is seeing my student’s
eyes sparked with enlightenment when we were having a conversation.
Contentment is watching musicals with a like-minded friend whole day long, free of charge, from the comfort of my bed.
Contentment is when my best friends
drove across town, the day right after they came back from an oversea trip,
just to meet up with me before I go to another state.
Contentment is when I chose to prioritize
work for the school celebration over outing with my collabs, instead of rolling
their eyes at my excessive task-oriented nature, my collabs graciously bought
me dessert to make sure that I didn’t feel left out.
Contentment is when my collabs and I
wore the same color of shirt unplanned.
For 3 weeks I met with these two
beautiful minds every night from Sunday to Friday to discuss about the 5W1H:
What
are you planning to teach tomorrow?
Why are the students giving negative
feedback?
When are things due?
Which learning standards are you fulfilling?
How
can we make our lesson more scaffolded, more relevant, more appealing to our
students?
Are our lessons aligned?
Who is observing your class tomorrow?
Who did
what in class today? And the list continued.
Of course, no discussion was
complete without laughter, teasing one another, and snacks.
Contentment is when I found a
container that fits the things I have. Eh whattt?!
Contentment is when we craved for dim sum, and we searched up and down for it but failed, then when we were about to give up, we found a traditional Chinese kopitiam at a random corner of a street that sells it.
Contentment is seeing our kids performed
on stage.
They were so focused, so into the
flow, and I knew they had given their best. They had complained, whined, and argued
during the practices; but when they were on stage, they performed as if they
had been performing together for years.
Contentment is having the chance to
live in the heart of KL for 7 weeks.
The air was terrible, the food
choices were limited, but the night view of the city made things worthwhile. Every
night I got to see KL tower dressed in a different color:
purple on the
Wednesday which I attended the cultivation call party,
blue on the Saturday which
I finished watching the anime Steins Gate,
green on a weekend night which I
went out with the cohorts,
red on a weekday which I struggled to complete my
lesson plan,
bright yellow on the Tuesday which installation of new Yang
di-Pertuan Agong occurred, and
changing colors on the last Thursday before Kem
SKORlah ended.
Contentment is when my dad and I
were stuck in a traffic jam, in an old car with barely functioning
air-conditioner, in a hot and humid afternoon, instead of feeling grumpy or
impatient, we filled our time with hearty conversation and humming along to
songs played on the radio.
Contentment is sniffing the warm,
dry laundry fresh off the hanger. No amount of softener, dryer sheet can beat
the natural scent of sunlight.
Does sunlight has a scent you ask?
Oh yes, it does! Excited sunlight particles roam around freely in the air, they
hit our laundry by chance, and they hug our clothes tight in their embrace, but
they eventually leave. Water particles, which are initially attached to our
clothes, miss the sunlight very much, so they make the brave decision to break
free, free from the comfort of soft fabric, free from the bonding with one
another, to venture into the unfamiliar atmosphere in search of the sunlight
particles that have once warmed their souls. The concept of evaporation
explained! :p
So what am I sniffing? I am sniffing
for the lingering sense of sunlight. The laundry and I, shall always be the
faithful witnesses of the love story of sunlight and water.
Erm….I think I might have
sidetracked to somewhere weird. Anyway,
Contentment is waking up from a nap
to the wonderful aroma of mum’s cooking.
Contentment is when I saw the “skincare
kit” bought for me by my sister. I once joked and said I want one of those
smaller tool kits sold in Mr.DIY to put my beauty products in. Little did I
know, my sister really got me one while I was away!
Contentment is when I felt needed by
my furry friend at home. The house bunny, Happy, would run circles around me, follow
me wherever I go, and he would not cease until I caress him, clean his cage,
and offer him food and fresh water.
Higher pay. Greater financial
stability. Better body figure. Stronger house. More advanced electronic
gadgets. More oversea vacation trips. A car. A lifelong partner. A family of my
own. There are much to desire and there is nothing wrong with desiring such
things. In fact, I should be working hard towards achieving some of these things while
I am young and able. However, I know my worth is not grounded in these things.
My heart is full because of the
people I met. My heart is full because of the moments I shared with the others.
My heart is full because every time
when I am tired or when I am feeling not worthy, I am reminded by my family and
friends that I am loved, and I am capable to love.
My heart is full because I know for
every steps that I will take, I am not alone, God is there to guide and to
provide, if I just let Him to.
I am about to turn 23 years old and
I am hopeful.
Contentment is when we craved for dim sum, and we searched up and down for it but failed, then when we were about to give up, we found a traditional Chinese kopitiam at a random corner of a street that sells it.