It is not rocket science

Engineers. They are supposed to be a pool of smart brainers able to solve problems. We are not talking about solving what is the value of y from y2=z2÷435161718. Nope. That is easy. You use a calculator for that. Not an engineer.
So what does an engineer do exactly? Come up with new inventions that make life easier. Build robots. Build flying cars! Fix the broken washing machine. Send signals to Mars!
Well, that is one part of engineering. There are many others. I'd like to think all industries have engineering. From recycling garbage, to recovering oil. You need an engineer.
As for me, it is oil and gas industry. I don't know how I stumbled my way into this delicate yet harsh industry, but I just did. Delicate due to its nature where errors may kill. Harsh because it is filled with men and as a female engineer, to survive you need a very tough soul.
I used to think I can handle anything anyone tossed at me. Yelling, sarcasm, disbelief, and closing doors. I can handle them.
I was wrong. It wasn't as easy as spelling them on papers. Emotional wreckage takes toll on me at times. On the verge of breaking down, I allow myself to think that I cannot do it. I question myself, whatever knowledge I may possess, and I start to think twice. How can I survive? How can I let myself dream about being successful in a field with tonnes of bright minds? I am an ordinary girl with so-so brain.
My brain was infected with a virus. So lethal it affects everything that I do. How I present myself, my choice of words, and my course of actions.
Negativity.
True. It is a lethal virus. Infectious.
You see, I am sitting by the window watching planes take off and land at the airport. My favourite place.
I started to wonder. What if Mahathir was having my thoughts at that moment when he decided to build KLIA?  What if Fernandes has given up when all his proposals are turned down? I would not have my favourite spot. I would not be able to watch fireworks at Disneyland.
I've always liked history though I never really admitted it back in high school. Girls who like history are nerds. Well, I am glad I am a nerd.
History teaches and we are supposed to learn. Looking back at all successful people, they have not had their success easy. Bashed, and laughed at... they persist. That's what make them successful. Then I realised... humans are all born with brains of the same size.
If they can be successful and smart, why can't I? Why can't you?
I can. You can. We can.

I have a favourite mantra.
It is not rocket science. Even if it is.. we have humans in space. It can always be done!