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I can't say that I love my job. I mean, it's not entirely bad. But after a while, I felt like I stopped growing. You know what I mean? One of the responsibilities I have in this job is to build and maintain good rapport with the parents/caretakers of my students. It's manageable most of the time since I love talking with people in general. But it can be dreadful (to the point that you'll have no idea). Sometimes they can be annoying, obnoxious, entitled, homophobic, racist, you name it. Today, though. I talked with Uma (we will call her that). It's inspiring and insightful, and I was genuinely interested in our conversation. She made me realize how important it was to have plans and targets, but also, be kind to yourself in the process. I've heard it so many times, maybe more than needed. But Uma made it so simple, believable, and feasible.  Reflecting on our conversation, right now I almost have no willpower or passion to live my life. Every day is just another

Disclaimer: This is kind of my annual birthday post so I'm going to talk about myself a LOT. BUT this whole post is also dedicated to YOU, so I'll try my best to make it balanced (somehow). I've said it many times, definitely more than I could remember, that I really don't want to make anything special about my birthday (now we're talking about hypocrisy since I literally  make a whole damn essay about my birthday each year). But seriously, the idea of "special days" doesn't sit well with me. I'm still struggling to organize my thoughts about this since I don't usually think (ExFx right here), but here's what I have in mind: Gue agak kurang setuju sama hari-hari yang menjadi spesial  karena adanya konteks waktu sehingga rasanya hari itu harus  jadi spesial. Kayak ... gue kurang setuju deh kalo suatu hari jadi spesial because what had happened  on that day, instead of what  happens on that day. Ulang tahun, salah satunya. You're turning