itch itch itch

I am woken from my slumber by an itch on my ear.

'Scratch me!', it screams. I oblige.

*ktch* *kcth *ktch*

The urgency subsides, but the itch persists.

Sleep escapes me now and I amble over to my laptop which is humming it's downloading spell, a tap on the keyboard and the screensaver snaps off.

My fingers are on the keyboard like ants on a picnic spread.

In no time at all the monitor is littered with FGD analysis pages, KSG programs, Journalism critiques, and concurrent degree information.

I am feeling the itch again.

History unfolding 35 floors beneath me

I decided to go to the Robinson's Summit Center today as I'm leading a remote meeting this afternoon. Just can't trust DSL sometimes.

Below me, throngs of people are gathered in a sea of green, red and yellow, their shirts and stickers boldly proclaiming.

"Baba na Gloria at Noli!" (GMA and Noli step down!)

"Ibagsak si GMA!" (Topple GMA!)

While their loudspeakers blare, "Bagong umaga ay parating..."

Where will this new morning come from? From the same group that was removed from power four years ago by a public uprising? From the people who argue and bicker in the halls of Congress while the public groans under the burden of inflation and unemployment?

Replacing one with the other is all the same for me. There is no such thing as principle and honor in the government anymore, it is all just a game that they play. And while the general public cheers the moves of their favorite government personalities, the players could not care less. They just want to play.

There are no more heroes in government.

Change will not come from our public institutions.

Change comes from me.

And you.

No more looking for heroes, the time has come to become one.

Personal Growth

Last Saturday I sat down with a Narker to do a personal Mission-Vision exercise. He is currently developing his material for a blossoming executive coaching consultancy and he decided that I would make the perfect guinea pig.

Lucky me. ;-)

For homework, he had me dig up my old M-V that I'd completed in a course a couple of years back, and lo and behold my goals were the same!

A healthy relationship with my (then fiance, now wife) Rina.
A loving family.
A financial growth engine.
Be an instigator of social change.
A legacy.

and

A collection of SL class Benzes.

*sigh*

I wonder if Gandhi secretly loved fast cars?

Any hoo, through the course of the exercise the recurring theme that was unearthed was my desire to do Family Counseling. Strange that a child from a broken home would be so eager to impart family building techniques. Or maybe, who better?

More prayer and reflection needed. ;-)