Disclaimer:
This article was originally published on October 22, 2011 under the title “My Desire to Blog Started Here.” It has been rewritten and updated in 2024 to reflect my growth as a writer while preserving the spirit of the original entry.
When daily life becomes your greatest teacher.
This week felt anything but ordinary.
Yes, my to-do list was never-ending. Yes, work was demanding. But sprinkled between the chaos were moments that paused me—and in those pauses, I found unexpected teachers.
I call them Daily Teachers—the people, places, and encounters that quietly redirect your heart and remind you what really matters. Not deadlines. Not targets. But life.
When a Missed Photo Became a Meaningful Moment
Last Wednesday, we had an event at Greenbelt Park. I missed taking a photo with Marc Nelson. I didn’t even get a solo shot with Miriam. Staying late to manage the event instead of chasing photo ops made me feel a tinge of regret. But later that night, while walking out to find a quiet dinner, something better happened.
I bumped into Kuya Nonoy Floresca, blogger at Trails Unlimited.
It had been months since we last spoke, but as always, his words were timely. Kuya Noy has been a quiet adviser in my journey—especially in the world of fundraising. From a short conversation, I found my creative spark again. He reminded me of my passion for writing. I left that dinner not just full, but stirred to write and blog again—even with my crazy schedule.
From Childhood Dreams to Adult Delays
I was seven or eight when I first started writing. I wrote poems, short stories, even drafted my first “novel” (although it might have just been ten pages!). Life got busy, and creative writing took a back seat after college. But the dream to write a book? It’s still on my list.
There are passions I haven’t had the time—or the money—to fully pursue. But that doesn’t kill the passion.
Love always finds a way.
— Flaring Felicity
Passion and Sacrifice Go Hand in Hand
During my performance appraisal this week, something surprising happened.
Instead of me encouraging my team leader, it was Gani who encouraged me. He reminded me of a deeper meaning of passion—how it’s tied to sacrifice. Using The Passion of the Christ as a metaphor, he said:
“True passion isn’t just exciting. It can be excruciating. It demands that we move beyond our comfort zones.”
That line stayed with me.
I may not be in my comfort zone, but I hope I’m within my strength zone—where my relationships, not just skills, help me thrive. I’m grateful for people like Che, Gani, Ken, and Tosh, and I look forward to growing with my new mentors too: Billie Abata, Jun Godornes, and Minnie Portales.
The Best Teachers Aren’t Always in Classrooms
Clear instruction makes any task easier. Just like any athlete needs a coach, any dreamer needs a guide. This week, I was blessed to attend the Rich Dad Asia Seminar at Crowne Plaza, thanks to Shirley Kimmayong. What stood out wasn’t just the speaker—but the group sharing.
I was surprised by how I could now contribute to conversations about business, finance, networking, and investing. It reminded me that you don’t need a formal title to be a learner—you just need a teachable heart.
And I met Jeric Lee, who, aside from sounding like a celebrity, gave insights that helped me re-clarify my goals and reminded me of the value of having mentors.
The People Who Shaped Me
There are too many authors to name who’ve shaped my ideals. But it’s the people I’ve spoken with, the ones who listened, who impacted me most.
Thank you to those who’ve become my informal disciplers:
Mr. Neil Tan, Pastor Boris Joaquin, Pastor Raul Rodriguez, Pastor Fort Fortu, Kuya Jao Jaucian, Ma’am Violy Tabin, Sister Roselyn, my mom, and many more. If you’ve been tagged—you’re part of this list.
I’m not always consistent in seeking teaching or mentorship.
But I value the voices who keep me grounded and growing.
And the Greatest Teacher?
The Holy Spirit.
He’s not just a mentor.
He’s my Father, my Friend, my Lover, and the Teacher I seek every day.
And in following His lead, I expect nothing less than what is best for me.
This is how my desire to blog came alive again.
In the middle of a busy week.
Because life has a funny way of teaching us—
through detours, missed photos, and familiar faces with the right words at the right time.
And so, I’ll write.
Not because I have time,
but because I have something to say.
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