Archive for September, 2010

A Change


After coming back from the conference, I went online and chatted with three other ladies. They work in similar lines as I do, helping leaders. The other common denominator is that one of them has nursing background like me! That helps when we need to read the scribbles that our bosses scratch for us to decipher!

Recently my “a lot in common” chat friend has been wanting a change. In fact, surprise, surprise, she has been doing a medical job search to go back into the line we had both previously left!

Though I would never do it myself, I think she’s brave, and I wish her well.

Our other friends, however, are finding this impending change hard to deal with. They have less in common. So I have to be the bridge-builder.

After all, change is one of the few constants in life.



Went for a conference. Flew over two hours to a nearby country.

What a time we had. Over 2700 delegates. Lost count how many countries. Volunteer run – there were over 400! It was amazing to see top notch professionals directing human traffic by holding up laminated signs. It was humbling to see CEOs serving you tea, coffee, tea packs.

The sessions were packed. Lots of thinking fodder. Much to ruminate. What a mental and spiritual feast.

So packed and good…. 2011 has been fully subscribed.


Time Passes Slowly


I sit here in quietness. Lovely place. Comfortable surroundings. Excellent facilities. Superb systems. Efficient styles. So many details have been thought through.

The people are warm; their hospitality second to none. Every detail is worked out. They truly go out of their way the second and yes, even the third mile. Their eyes meet yours when they say “Welcome”; their handshakes are firm and genuine. The concern for us never comes across as insincere. Their smiles reach their eyes. What a wonderful people.

New friendships made are going to be lasting. Connections secured are going to be fruitful. Lessons learns will be applied. These I know and I am thankful. We have been well fed spiritually and physically.

But now I find myself counting the hours.

My heart is not here. Perhaps it never was. I never did have it here. It is only now that I permit myself to look ahead to the time to leave. Perhaps subconsciously this was in my mind even when I arrived…..

Yesterday many people asked when my flight was. I found myself unable to answer. It was as if I didn’t want to say it – it seemed so late; so distant. Of course I knew what time it was. I have written and typed it down so many times. How could I forget?

Yet, I found myself unable to say it.

It was as if by saying it, I would remind myself of how many more hours there were in between, before I made moves to go to the airport.

And so I wait.

Even now I still wait.

And time seems to pass by so slowly as I sit and wait…..

I want to go home.