PDFs, epubs, audiobooks — the digital options for books are endless. Still, I prefer to grab from the shelves of the softbound and the hardbound.
In this digital age, I still enjoy reading real, printed books.
I find joy in having to physically flip one page to another. I also love the smell and feel of the paper.
At times, I just go about staring at the front cover, marvelling at those embossed letters, studying the layout.
Because there are no app notifications to distract me as I read, I get to be so absorbed with what the author says that I could really feel it and remember it. No time wasted; no need to read and re-read.
Reading printed books also goes hand in hand with another habit of mine: writing with pen and paper.
As I read, I make it a habit to jot down quotable quotes as well as important information. It has yet to be, but I know one day it will come in handy.
The moment of truth. That stage when one ceases to be a carefree college student and
triesstarts to live life as a sensible, responsible adult.
I thought I have learned everything I will ever need to survive real life. That is until I landed on my first job.
On my first actual employment, I realized that more than knowing the technical aspect of my job, I needed to learn harder things such as dealing with people, disagreeing without being disagreeable, accepting my errors, growing from those errors, and so on.
It was the tough situations of those times that made me think about how I am only starting to learn something about everything.
And so I ditched my fiction books for non-fiction books and self-help articles. Not all of them make sense to me and a lot I dismiss as invalid or simply irrelevant to my case.
What I found more helpful is having my journal of emotions. Every night, I record what have happened at work, how I felt, how I reacted, and how the issue ended.
I must admit, though, that I am nowhere near mastering my emotions or my responses to various triggers around me. Leafing through my journal brings me headaches. It’s a clear proof of how immature I am and how the learning curve is really steep. It really sucks and I sometimes wish I had more control, but it is, for me, a difficult process to learn.
Two years passed since the dawning of that thought and I have yet to impress myself with my rate of progress. It gets so frustrating. But at times I talk to myself in a kinder, more understanding tone and reassure that a slow progress is better than none. Perhaps being a master of control is destined for me at a much, much later time.
While I am slowly learning to exercise control of my mental and emotional processes, I am also working on learning new technical skills.
The workplace of today has also come to be so competitive that it is imperative to be a master of more than just one thing.
For example, it’s not enough that I know how to write well, I must also be able to take good photographs, or come up with jaw-dropping visuals. The more I know, the less I will fear of getting axed.
On days when I am off from work, I do distance learning. I try my best to squeeze into my schedule the time to learn about graphic design as well as writing of different sorts. It overwhelms me at times but I have to get ahead of the game. It’s the real life I am in and the real life I will survive.
The Daily Post: Learning