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Apa Saja?

Dua hari yang lalu, saya bermimpi mengenai dua hal. Yang pertama mengenai pembagian kelas dan partner mengajar untuk term tiga sampai dengan empat. Yang kedua berkaitan dengan fotografi yang hampir setengah tahun saya tinggalkan begitu saja. Makin ke sini saya makin memahami ambisi saya, yakni mengerjakan dan menyelesaikan tugas tepat waktu dan dengan standar yang lebih baik. Tapi justru kesempatan untuk mengeksplorasi dunia luar menjadi semakin berkurang. Terkadang ada niatan untuk bangun lebih pagi, misalnya pukul lima, kemudian lari pagi sebentar sambil berkeliling menenteng kamera dan menangkap paling sedikit tiga atau lima momen. Ya memang bukan hal mudah untuk menghasilkan cerita yang baik lewat mata lensa. Diperlukan latihan mata dan kesadaran lebih dalam menjangkau hal-hal kecil.

Beberapa tahun yang lalu yang bertekad ambil kuliah salah satu metode pengajaran anak usia dini dan dibarengi dengan kelas foto. Sayangnya terbentur dengan kesiapan fisik yang kurang prima, terutama memasuki musim penghujan. Alhasil saya harus merelakan kedua hal itu sementara waktu sambil mematangkan dan memperbaiki kemampuan saya dalam mengajar menggunakan metode active learning. Lalu kapan saya akan mulai menekuni salah satunya? Yang pasti segera.

Ah bagaimana dengan menulis? Sebagai pribadi yang gemar menulis, apalagi yang dapat saya lakukan selain menulis. Bagaimana dengan Mas? Soal itu jangan tanyakan sebab sedang saya jalani dan disyukuri. Ayolah MissMut, mari bersuka cita pada hal-hal kecil yang pelan-pelan berhasil dilewati.

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