It has been a very, very stressful two weeks. Funny thing is, I was feeling this way because of two “blessings” that came my way! I guess sometimes life throws you good things and they turn ‘bad’ for some weird reason. I guess they weren’t meant to be… or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

First instance, I was offered a great position in an equally great global company. I’m 7 months into my current job, which I love, so it was very difficult to decide. I was weighing between grabbing an opportunity that may not come my way again (and of course the perk of being offered more money), or stick to where I was now because I was happy and was still being paid pretty well. Everyday was really quite heavy as my heart was not 100% into what I was currently doing because I could very well move out the week after.

So I told myself my decision should be made this week, and I finally decided not to take the leap ahead yet, and develop myself further in the current role I am in now. Whether that is a good decision or not, I will see in the next months or so. Hopefully, I made the right choice.

Second instance, I joined a game show I never thought I would be in. I went through 3 screening processes and got accepted and was scheduled for the taping of the show. The feeling was amazing, and it was one heck of an experience. The screening was hilarious as the people handling us were driving us nuts with their antics. When the decision came as to who was in and my name was called, it was an awesome feeling.

When taping day came, there were 3 mock games that came before the actual game. It was practice to loosen up. I had won all 3 games and the two people who were up against me were quite fearful, honestly, as they openly said it to us all. When the game came, excuses aside, the winner was just unbelievably lucky, and I was the one who ended up with no money at all.

I thought to myself, what a shame, but I really had no control over what was happening. Circumstance had let me run through the game with only 4 chances, and I never got another one. When I got home, I tried to tell myself to simply accept the defeat, but I knew I couldn’t as my ego and pride were really damaged (hehe). So because of the denial, I dreamt about this damn game every night until the day it showed on TV, which was today. And am I glad it’s over.

Sure, I got the messages from friends making fun of me and all that, but it was still an experience I enjoyed thoroughly. It would have been great if I had won, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be. When the show ended, it was like a boulder was taken off my chest, and I could finally breathe again

Whether or not those “blessings” I got were meant as tests, I’ll never know. But what has stuck with me after both instances have passed, is the fact that they were unique experiences I doubt most people will ever be able to go through in their lifetime. And that mere fact, makes it all worth it