What’s Your Next Move?

What’s Your Next Move?

            “What’s your next move, Mei-Wan?” This is a question from a dear friend whom I had dinner with last night. After the tasty dinner, per my suggestion, the group of us went to a Starbucks coffee shop right across the public library where we call our work home. When she said she would buy me a cup of coffee, my spirit simply was enlightened. I like someone to buy me a drink. It’s a hidden secret I didn’t even know I have had until recently. I told her the latte she bought me the other day was still occupied my mind and I couldn’t forget how delicious a cup of coffee could be. Strange, isn’t it? It’s a question lurking in my mind since that Wednesday afternoon. Thank you, PP.

            At the coffee table outside the coffee shop, the five of us easily got into casual conversation. Topics varied: from work to life itself. Then PP asked me that question. It’s a good one for I have been thinking of the same thing recently. What’s next? Do you ever ask yourself such imploring question? It’s also a scaring question. It intimidates me for if I do discover the answer I feel I am going to make certain commitment and that means I would be hooked and it’s a difficult road that I have to take to someplace new and unknown. So, do I know what’s next? Or do I even want to get an answer to scare myself?

            Talking is thinking loud. As I looked at my dear friend while she was talking a light came through. I know what I would like to do, or at least, I would like to give it a try.

One of the questions in Allison DuBois’s book “Don’t Kiss Them Good-bye” is: Have you made a difference in someone’s life? This question is pretty strong, riveting, and provoking. It got me thinking.

            It doesn’t matter what’s my next move? For time flies and flies forward. If only I could keep this good question in my mind as if it’s a navigation system guiding me and forcing me onto the right track then whatever I do won’t be too far from the track. Public library is a place welcomes everyone, I mean everyone.

It’s a perfect place for someone seeking self-improvement. Almost every night, after my shift is over, I would reflect what’s happened at work and talk about it with my family. As I talked I also did some pondering. This kind of communication assists me to become a better person. Forget and forgiveness is an art I personally consider very hard to acquire. Forgetting the bad happenstances is a sure way to have a fresh start. To forgive, one needs a soft and strong heart. Both come hand in hand. For some people, the hardest person to forgive is the self.

            So what’s my next move? To help someone I guess. Witnessing someone’s hard earned accomplishment is a joy that would make me smile big, the kind of smile that makes my heart tremble and goose bumps decorate everywhere along my body. 

            Yes, I like that picture.