Mantra [Life]

I was cleaning out my iPad when I saw this note I wrote myself on the plane when I moved to Malaysia. I lol-ed at its... hopefulness. It's good.

5:15 pm, 9 July 2013, Tuesday  
My already mild fear of heights (and turbulence) is quickly muffled by my amazement at technology, the fact that I am tens of thousands of miles up, right above clouds. I'm a little light-headed even as I type; we're landing, and soon, taxiing! Taxiing! I love that word! We're descending, I'm listening to Astrud Gliberto, and I'm trying to look at the fantastic side of traveling all by my lonesome, chasing a dream, despite my fears of the unknown, despite my dislike for traveling. Wasn't this what I've always wanted, wondered about? Independence? YES.  
I have no idea what awaits me. I'll find out in 15 minutes when we land, and then I'll find out again in 2 or 3 hours when I get to my new home, and then I'll continue finding out everyday, every hour for the next month at the very least.  
This is when I need to be at my most Yes Man. I must remind myself, constantly, every night like a prayer, of what I'm doing here, of what I'm supposed to be focusing on, of what my goals are. I have a dream, I will protect it. I want something, I will go get it.  
Say it with me. Writer. Fitness. Money. 
Writer. 
Fitness. 
Money. 
And if I look very closely, the three takes care of everything else for me. 


My home for at least two years. So green.


The Yes Man Plan was supposed to stay with me for a full year. And it will.

Comments

  1. You just wrote a manual, in few words, for accepting change and trying to make the best of it.

    All what we need, and you amazingly expressed, is hope ... a hope of a better next moment, next hour, a better rest of life.

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