Several months later, I was casually doing a physical check before my shower. To my horror, I discovered a hard lump on one of my breasts. I gasped in shock as memories of my dream flooded my mind and struck fear in me.
Millions of people are working excessive hours, which has been normalised to the point that burnout has become commonplace.
All of this raises two questions for me:
Why are we working so hard that so many of us are burning out?
What’s the solution?
Securing a job has been more difficult than what I’d envisioned. Even trying to get entry-level jobs has proved to be a challenge.
However, there have been blessings that have come out of this season of job hunting.
For seven years I tithed faithfully, but my commitment started to flounder when I moved to Jakarta to work.
When I first took the test years ago, I found the result quite accurate in describing my strengths, weaknesses, moods, even the way I view romantic relationships.
Since then, I had retaken the test a few more times, only to discover that the results had changed.
I was at the happiest place on earth in my favourite country in the world. As many young Singaporean graduates do, I was travelling in Japan for my graduation trip with friends.
After hearing his story, I felt as if he was a puzzle piece connected to my piece, as we shared the same calling to use music and the gospel to administer healing. For him, counselling was his avenue for missions, and teaching was mine. We were two sides of the same coin.
My friend had lost his close friend months ago, and he’s been angry with God ever since.
I tried to comfort him and steer him back to God. But he was in no state to listen.
When I first started having conversations with Christians, I was a lapsed-Catholic-turned-New-Ager who practised reiki, kind of believed in reincarnation, and thought God was everywhere.