Haven’t you felt, at least once in your life, that there’s something missing? You feel like you are stuck in a TV commercial and you watch yourself do the same thing, over and over again. Just the same old, same old. Well, lately, give or take, I’ve been watching my life like a TV commercial. So, I thought I needed to shake things up, put some condiment in my life (if my boss would read this blog he’d be laughing right at this moment, since I’m always screwing up catch-phrases). Yeah, I said condiment and not spice. Heck, if I’m going to shake things up, I better flavor my life with condiments, not spices. Growing up I always heard, ‘put some condiment on it for flavor’, not put some spice on it, so I’m sticking to condiments.
The question I had been asking is what condiment I should put on it. How can I shake things up? Should I try the bake and shake with some Honey BBQ flavor? (yeah, yeah, it’s shake and bake and not vice versa. I know, I’m just shaking things up) Well, joke aside, today I came across with this one song that goes with the shaking things up attitude. Well, somehow, but it does go along the awesome day I had yesterday.
The overall message of the song is you only live once. So, it tells you to give in to love and passion… forget about what other people say or what might be… don’t stress out and get depressed, just “turn the TV off” (good, because I won’t have to see my commercial again), and “turn the radio on and let the rhythm feel you in”. And, yesterday, for the first time after I can’t remember how long, that’s what I did. I let me be me. I laughed out loud you could have heard me 100 feet away, I called BULL SHITTT!!!!, I shook my booty when I hit home, although I was out, in front of a bunch of strangers and so much more. And no, I wasn’t drunk. I was just playing a game of good old fashion kick ball, with a twist… did someone say beer?
I had not had so much fun in a long time. With all these "strangers" I was me. That is, someone who’s loud, thinks is funny, dances with or without music, claps when laughs… and that was just fine!
So, I’m thinking I found my condiment… it’s called BE YOU. Sometimes we lose ourselves, for whatever reason, and things become dull. Then, somehow, we find ourselves, our condiment, and life becomes flavored. I’m letting my inner self come out, bit by bit. If you can’t handle it, take some Tums, Milanta or whatever. I’m shaking things up, and so should you.
Still thinking about the song? Well, it's old, is in Spanish, the video is old and kinda weird , but follow this link, and ENJOY! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxrUkFQHYpg
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Not your typical knock-knock joke
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
The UPS.
The UPS guy?
Remember those knocks on the door I had talked about in my previous blog? (Oh, if you have not read it, now would be a dandy time to do so) So it turns out that my roommate had ordered a new phone and UPS was going to deliver it. If I had only known this, I would have saved myself several minutes of feeling scared and more than a few of feeling stupid. Because not only did I do all the screaming, calling for a rescuer and cried in front of the policeman shi-bang, but I did all of these because the UPS guy is hearing impaired.
Yup, you read it. When I came back from work on Friday I saw a box on the living room table. So, I asked my roommate if that was the “thing” to blame for the entire riot and he said: Yeah, and oh, I don’t think the UPS guy can hear. Right after he said that I could actually hear Homer Simpson going Do’h!
At least this whole story broke the ice and started off several nice conversations. The best one was with the brave young girl I briefly mentioned about in one of last month’s blogs; the teenager who has had a harder life than most people I know, combined.
Well, after two months of “living” at the children’s shelter, yesterday she moved to a place an hour an a half away from here. So, since I knew she was moving, I picked her up on Friday to take her to the one place she had told me she wanted to go, a pizza place called Round Table. On our way there I was telling her my UPS story, and for at least 5 minutes I had her laughing. By the end of the story she gave me her usual…that’s stupid and that made my whole ordeal worth wild. And that’s because I already know that her “how stupid” is what “dude”, “hella” or “are you serious?” are for others. Plus, I was actually expecting her to say it. If she said it, it meant she was paying attention, and if she was paying attention to this story, it meant that more than having a teenager to help out to the best of my capability, I have a friend.
I’m glad my story was a nice ice breaker and it made some laugh. I’ll be happier if my friend reads this blog one day because this next joke is dedicated to her. It's not your typical Knock, Knock joke, but she’ll get it. And that’s all it matters. I can hear her now, just as I could hear Homer…
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Arr u…
Arr u who?
Are you thinking how stupid?
Who’s there?
The UPS.
The UPS guy?
Remember those knocks on the door I had talked about in my previous blog? (Oh, if you have not read it, now would be a dandy time to do so) So it turns out that my roommate had ordered a new phone and UPS was going to deliver it. If I had only known this, I would have saved myself several minutes of feeling scared and more than a few of feeling stupid. Because not only did I do all the screaming, calling for a rescuer and cried in front of the policeman shi-bang, but I did all of these because the UPS guy is hearing impaired.
Yup, you read it. When I came back from work on Friday I saw a box on the living room table. So, I asked my roommate if that was the “thing” to blame for the entire riot and he said: Yeah, and oh, I don’t think the UPS guy can hear. Right after he said that I could actually hear Homer Simpson going Do’h!
At least this whole story broke the ice and started off several nice conversations. The best one was with the brave young girl I briefly mentioned about in one of last month’s blogs; the teenager who has had a harder life than most people I know, combined.
Well, after two months of “living” at the children’s shelter, yesterday she moved to a place an hour an a half away from here. So, since I knew she was moving, I picked her up on Friday to take her to the one place she had told me she wanted to go, a pizza place called Round Table. On our way there I was telling her my UPS story, and for at least 5 minutes I had her laughing. By the end of the story she gave me her usual…that’s stupid and that made my whole ordeal worth wild. And that’s because I already know that her “how stupid” is what “dude”, “hella” or “are you serious?” are for others. Plus, I was actually expecting her to say it. If she said it, it meant she was paying attention, and if she was paying attention to this story, it meant that more than having a teenager to help out to the best of my capability, I have a friend.
I’m glad my story was a nice ice breaker and it made some laugh. I’ll be happier if my friend reads this blog one day because this next joke is dedicated to her. It's not your typical Knock, Knock joke, but she’ll get it. And that’s all it matters. I can hear her now, just as I could hear Homer…
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Arr u…
Arr u who?
Are you thinking how stupid?
Friday, April 20, 2007
Wake up call
Today I had a wake up call. Not just your daily ‘it’s time to go to work’ one. This time it was one of those hotel wake you up calls that make you jump out of your bed and get your heart pounding so hard, you think you might be having a heart-attack (ok, so it’s not THAT bad, but seriously, aren’t those just darn annoying?) Today, I had my “Miss Salgueiro, this is your wake up-knock on the door-it’s time for your reality check call of the year.
So, here’s what happened. I was sitting on my comfy chair watching TV when someone knocked at my door so hard I literally jumped out of the chair. I asked who it was and nobody answered. Who ever it was knocked again way harder, so hard that I though he/she was going to knock it down. I kept asking who it was and still no answer. And then my heart starts pounding so hard I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. And then a third knock comes along and I started screaming I’d call 911 if he/she didn’t tell me who it was… and STILL no answer.
In 5 split seconds I grabbed my cell phone, scrambled through my head for names of who I could call and bang… ‘wake up call’… I didn’t know/have who to call. It’s not an emergency, I thought, so I couldn’t call 911. My one friend who I knew would stop doing whatever she was doing and come running is out of town, so I couldn’t call her. My roommate had left 20 minutes earlier and I thought he might think I was stupid. I ended up calling my friend’s roommate, since they live 5 minutes away, and got no answered. I did end up finding someone to call, although I still thought he would think I was stupid, but he answered and he was willing to drive 30 minutes to get here.
In between those 5 split seconds and the 30 minutes that would take for my rescuer to arrive, the police knocked on my door (hint: I did call my roommate and he had called the police). I busted into tears as I was telling my story about the 3 knocks on the door, how nobody would answer and how frustrating all this was for me since I could not have been able to see who could it have been since I am too short to actually be able to look through the “peep-hole”.
And here’s where the stupid part ACTUALLY comes in. It wasn’t that I had jumped out off my chair by a frantic knock on the door, it wasn’t that I grabbed air freshener to spray the knocker’s eyes in case he made his way into my apartment, it wasn’t that I cried more than when I saw the end of Armageddon (yeah, the movie) an hour earlier, nor the fact that I had not felt so alone since I had moved to 'the states' and stepped out of my comfort zone, one year and a half ago.
Nop, it was when the policeman asked me if the UPS guy had stopped by earlier. Yup, THIS is right exactly were I started feeling way stupid. I turn around and find this UPS package slit sticked to the door. In less than 3 split seconds I put all the pieces together. To help you out in case you haven’t yet, the UPS guy had been the knocker who 25-30 minutes earlier had scared the hell out of me!!!
So there you go…3 knocks on the door, 5 split seconds of rambling in my head for a rescuer and 1 reality check and I’m back on my feet again in 30 minutes. The fact is that, no matter how strong and independent one might be, there will come times when we'll need of others. Period. I just hope that if you are ever in the same situation, you’ll have someone on speed dial and be safe and sound in 1 split second. I also hope that second time around, so would I.
So, here’s what happened. I was sitting on my comfy chair watching TV when someone knocked at my door so hard I literally jumped out of the chair. I asked who it was and nobody answered. Who ever it was knocked again way harder, so hard that I though he/she was going to knock it down. I kept asking who it was and still no answer. And then my heart starts pounding so hard I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. And then a third knock comes along and I started screaming I’d call 911 if he/she didn’t tell me who it was… and STILL no answer.
In 5 split seconds I grabbed my cell phone, scrambled through my head for names of who I could call and bang… ‘wake up call’… I didn’t know/have who to call. It’s not an emergency, I thought, so I couldn’t call 911. My one friend who I knew would stop doing whatever she was doing and come running is out of town, so I couldn’t call her. My roommate had left 20 minutes earlier and I thought he might think I was stupid. I ended up calling my friend’s roommate, since they live 5 minutes away, and got no answered. I did end up finding someone to call, although I still thought he would think I was stupid, but he answered and he was willing to drive 30 minutes to get here.
In between those 5 split seconds and the 30 minutes that would take for my rescuer to arrive, the police knocked on my door (hint: I did call my roommate and he had called the police). I busted into tears as I was telling my story about the 3 knocks on the door, how nobody would answer and how frustrating all this was for me since I could not have been able to see who could it have been since I am too short to actually be able to look through the “peep-hole”.
And here’s where the stupid part ACTUALLY comes in. It wasn’t that I had jumped out off my chair by a frantic knock on the door, it wasn’t that I grabbed air freshener to spray the knocker’s eyes in case he made his way into my apartment, it wasn’t that I cried more than when I saw the end of Armageddon (yeah, the movie) an hour earlier, nor the fact that I had not felt so alone since I had moved to 'the states' and stepped out of my comfort zone, one year and a half ago.
Nop, it was when the policeman asked me if the UPS guy had stopped by earlier. Yup, THIS is right exactly were I started feeling way stupid. I turn around and find this UPS package slit sticked to the door. In less than 3 split seconds I put all the pieces together. To help you out in case you haven’t yet, the UPS guy had been the knocker who 25-30 minutes earlier had scared the hell out of me!!!
So there you go…3 knocks on the door, 5 split seconds of rambling in my head for a rescuer and 1 reality check and I’m back on my feet again in 30 minutes. The fact is that, no matter how strong and independent one might be, there will come times when we'll need of others. Period. I just hope that if you are ever in the same situation, you’ll have someone on speed dial and be safe and sound in 1 split second. I also hope that second time around, so would I.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Take the “just get over it exit” right after the “so what”
Ok, bare with me; I’ve taken the ‘what is life if not what we make it to be road’, and can’t seem to get myself off of it. I guess by now we are more than aware that the older we get, the faster time seems to go by. Probably because life starts to take the “routine” road and we wake up when our alarm tells us to wake up, we do what we usually do every M-F, and try to make the most out of the weekends.
And yet, although we know it is not going to happen, we are always looking for ways to slow down the clock or get on the “go back in time” road. Perhaps because half the time we are living in denial and the other half we are just still trying to figure things out. So we believe that, by thinking that time might just slow down or that we’ll be one of the firsts to get on board on that time machine, we’ll actually be able to get back to that “unfinished business” road, to that “childhood memory that defined our adulthood” street or on the “one-to many times” highway and be able to make a U turn.
I'm glad to say that at least after a long way on the ‘just get over it’ and the ‘so what’, I’ve managed to get myself on “the life you’ve always wanted” road. I still have a lot of miles to go but, gosh, I know I'll get there. Though, if I had only had a GPS system integrated since the day I was born or if I had done a Mapquest search first, I know I would have save myself a lot of time. But, such is life.
I'll keep it short, got to save some time. I’ve hit the road, and I ain’t turning back. I’ll see you there if you take the same exit.
And yet, although we know it is not going to happen, we are always looking for ways to slow down the clock or get on the “go back in time” road. Perhaps because half the time we are living in denial and the other half we are just still trying to figure things out. So we believe that, by thinking that time might just slow down or that we’ll be one of the firsts to get on board on that time machine, we’ll actually be able to get back to that “unfinished business” road, to that “childhood memory that defined our adulthood” street or on the “one-to many times” highway and be able to make a U turn.
I'm glad to say that at least after a long way on the ‘just get over it’ and the ‘so what’, I’ve managed to get myself on “the life you’ve always wanted” road. I still have a lot of miles to go but, gosh, I know I'll get there. Though, if I had only had a GPS system integrated since the day I was born or if I had done a Mapquest search first, I know I would have save myself a lot of time. But, such is life.
I'll keep it short, got to save some time. I’ve hit the road, and I ain’t turning back. I’ll see you there if you take the same exit.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
On your mark, get set, go dating!!!
Yeah, so lately I’ve been writing about dating a lot. Maybe that’s because I have been giving it a try for the first time. And, coming from someone who has dedicated most of her “adult years” concentrating on other things other than a love life, it IS a huge step. Heck, I still remember one of the first conversations I had with my roommate when I moved in six months ago and I laugh at myself. I recall saying that I just wasn’t into that whole dating ‘thing’. Isn’t it funny how six months can change your ‘perspective’ about things?
And what is it about it that just makes it such a profitable industry (‘it’ IS an industry)? We hear about ‘it’ all the time. Hundreds of books talk about the dos and don’ts. Some even pride themselves on being experts on the subject manner and get paid for their “professional advice”. Truth is I’m not even close to the latter. I’m just one of the thousands of singles mixing it up in search for the ‘perfect’ match that will walk along the journey and become a partner in crime. I’m just one of the thousands that hit the night scene, go to parks, go online, etc. etc., with our eyes wide open “just in case”. You name it we’ve done it. Actually, some of us have not done it all; I still think that the ‘speed dating’ thing is a bit too awkward for my taste.
Though, I must say that, if thousands of us are still searching for the ‘perfect match’ it means one of two things, either there are a lot of us really messed up inside, or there are a lot of us who are looking for that deeper relationship where two become one and life is just great. I like to think it’s option number two.
I’ve seen so many so called relationships where things are obviously not going well, and probably not even started well at all and scratch my head thinking how, where, WHY!!!!! I’ve come to think that some are so afraid of ending up alone that they jump at the first glimpse of “love”. But for what? Just to end up broken hearted and back to square one. That’s why I’m sticking to option number two up there.
I don’t want to end up in a relationship asking myself five, ten years later, why I even started it in the first place. I do want to be in a relationship in which five, ten years from the moment that we meet, I’ll still be as happy with sharing my life with him, the ups and downs, the roller coasters, the ‘bed, bath and beyond’ as I felt the moment I decided to take a chance on love.
And, the game is on. though, it’s not about winning or losing, or who gets there first. It's about taking one more step towards the relationship you want. So, are you prepared to put on your running (or walking) shoes or would yourather just seat on the sofa and scratch your belly waiting for prince/princess charming to knock on your door? I know I’m ready. Are you?
And what is it about it that just makes it such a profitable industry (‘it’ IS an industry)? We hear about ‘it’ all the time. Hundreds of books talk about the dos and don’ts. Some even pride themselves on being experts on the subject manner and get paid for their “professional advice”. Truth is I’m not even close to the latter. I’m just one of the thousands of singles mixing it up in search for the ‘perfect’ match that will walk along the journey and become a partner in crime. I’m just one of the thousands that hit the night scene, go to parks, go online, etc. etc., with our eyes wide open “just in case”. You name it we’ve done it. Actually, some of us have not done it all; I still think that the ‘speed dating’ thing is a bit too awkward for my taste.
Though, I must say that, if thousands of us are still searching for the ‘perfect match’ it means one of two things, either there are a lot of us really messed up inside, or there are a lot of us who are looking for that deeper relationship where two become one and life is just great. I like to think it’s option number two.
I’ve seen so many so called relationships where things are obviously not going well, and probably not even started well at all and scratch my head thinking how, where, WHY!!!!! I’ve come to think that some are so afraid of ending up alone that they jump at the first glimpse of “love”. But for what? Just to end up broken hearted and back to square one. That’s why I’m sticking to option number two up there.
I don’t want to end up in a relationship asking myself five, ten years later, why I even started it in the first place. I do want to be in a relationship in which five, ten years from the moment that we meet, I’ll still be as happy with sharing my life with him, the ups and downs, the roller coasters, the ‘bed, bath and beyond’ as I felt the moment I decided to take a chance on love.
And, the game is on. though, it’s not about winning or losing, or who gets there first. It's about taking one more step towards the relationship you want. So, are you prepared to put on your running (or walking) shoes or would yourather just seat on the sofa and scratch your belly waiting for prince/princess charming to knock on your door? I know I’m ready. Are you?
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Spring cleaning
Armed with ‘I’ve had enough with this room been so cluttered’ thoughts, and an unopened divine bottle of Moscato Bianco wine, I decided to take on the task of doing some spring cleaning. Yeah, I decided to just get rid of piles of paper that will not make my tax refund magically increase, or even appear for what it’s worth, since none of my receipts from the supermarket, Friday nights out, Chipotle, not even Starbucks, will somehow become tax deductions. Although I’ve made my fair contributions to Starbucks!
But oh, if it wasn’t for that bottle… more than half way, let’s say 77% almost done, (I just like the number 7), Spring cleaning turned into tipsy dialing. Which is a drunken dialing kind of scenario, just a bit less drunk. Get it? And I know you must be thinking, but it’s Monday!!! But, didn’t I say I was having Moscato Bianco wine, with a hint of honey, oh just so delicious, while doing some Spring cleaning?!
Spring cleaning turned into let me open that bottle that has been sitting for 3 weeks, opening the bottle turned into tipsy dialing and tipsy dialing turned it to, ‘why can’t I forget that number’?!?!?!? (I needed more than 3 combined with exclamation points, sorry). But I guess we all do it. Don’t we? We all want to be ‘out there’. Just step out of the comfort zone and see what’s ‘out there’. But, before we jump, we just have to make that phone call, or whatever works best for each: burn letters, put away picture albums, etc. etc. For me it was a spring cleaning Monday afternoon tipsy calling. Well, I’ve tried the delete # from cell phone, put away all the pictures, sending ‘before the year ends note’, and blah blah blah. I guess it hasn’t worked 100% accurate after all. But, spring is here and I want to be ‘out there’.
So, I’m glad I had the wine, I’m glad I made the call, and I’m glad his phone was dead. It is spring… when flowers bloom, “the sun is shinning and the weather is sweet”. I’ll keep enjoying my wine, finish my spring cleaning and just keep pushing myself out of my comfort zone… one baby step at a time.
But oh, if it wasn’t for that bottle… more than half way, let’s say 77% almost done, (I just like the number 7), Spring cleaning turned into tipsy dialing. Which is a drunken dialing kind of scenario, just a bit less drunk. Get it? And I know you must be thinking, but it’s Monday!!! But, didn’t I say I was having Moscato Bianco wine, with a hint of honey, oh just so delicious, while doing some Spring cleaning?!
Spring cleaning turned into let me open that bottle that has been sitting for 3 weeks, opening the bottle turned into tipsy dialing and tipsy dialing turned it to, ‘why can’t I forget that number’?!?!?!? (I needed more than 3 combined with exclamation points, sorry). But I guess we all do it. Don’t we? We all want to be ‘out there’. Just step out of the comfort zone and see what’s ‘out there’. But, before we jump, we just have to make that phone call, or whatever works best for each: burn letters, put away picture albums, etc. etc. For me it was a spring cleaning Monday afternoon tipsy calling. Well, I’ve tried the delete # from cell phone, put away all the pictures, sending ‘before the year ends note’, and blah blah blah. I guess it hasn’t worked 100% accurate after all. But, spring is here and I want to be ‘out there’.
So, I’m glad I had the wine, I’m glad I made the call, and I’m glad his phone was dead. It is spring… when flowers bloom, “the sun is shinning and the weather is sweet”. I’ll keep enjoying my wine, finish my spring cleaning and just keep pushing myself out of my comfort zone… one baby step at a time.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Whatever will be, will be.
So I’m back home after the 3 weeks of running on roller blades and I just can’t get myself away from this damn thing called computer. I guess I’m compensating from the time lost, though not lost at all.
Although my weekend started off a bit hectic, as I had a two hour delay on my flight back to San Jose, I can’t complaint how it has all worked out. It just so happened that the way the cards were put on the table turned out a fairly good hand. Friday night concert listening to Colombian music that let my hips shake the way the love to shake, Saturday napping all day recovering from all the skipped night sleep, and Sunday afternoon filled with delight, a trip down memory lane and a new story just developing.
I’ve always said that things are meant to happen just the way they do, and lately, more than ever, I’ve made it my motto. What’s meant to happen will happen. Whatever will be, will be. So, why bother looking for answers. Why go around rambling questions that will just turn into a loop instead of a straight line with a beginning and an end?
I can’t wait to see what the next few weeks are going to be as the new story unfolds, while I just sit back and enjoy the ride. Not too long ago I read a book that said that in life you just have to ‘let go of the outcome’, as in not to put too much pressure on yourself over things that, if they are meant to happen or not, is just out of your hands. So, I’ll just relax and let things be. I’ll let go of the outcome and embrace life. After all, isn’t life just dandy?
Although my weekend started off a bit hectic, as I had a two hour delay on my flight back to San Jose, I can’t complaint how it has all worked out. It just so happened that the way the cards were put on the table turned out a fairly good hand. Friday night concert listening to Colombian music that let my hips shake the way the love to shake, Saturday napping all day recovering from all the skipped night sleep, and Sunday afternoon filled with delight, a trip down memory lane and a new story just developing.
I’ve always said that things are meant to happen just the way they do, and lately, more than ever, I’ve made it my motto. What’s meant to happen will happen. Whatever will be, will be. So, why bother looking for answers. Why go around rambling questions that will just turn into a loop instead of a straight line with a beginning and an end?
I can’t wait to see what the next few weeks are going to be as the new story unfolds, while I just sit back and enjoy the ride. Not too long ago I read a book that said that in life you just have to ‘let go of the outcome’, as in not to put too much pressure on yourself over things that, if they are meant to happen or not, is just out of your hands. So, I’ll just relax and let things be. I’ll let go of the outcome and embrace life. After all, isn’t life just dandy?
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Roller blades, puzzles and a glimpse of it all
Isn’t life just funny? For the last 3 weeks my life has been running in full speed as if I had put on roller blades fueled by dynamite. And, although I’ve been complaining about how I haven’t had time to relax, to just ‘scratch my belly’ and smell the roses, truth is I guess, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
For as long as I can remember I had always pictured my life running around from one plane ride to the other, giving presentations and just living the fast life. And, for the last few weeks, more or less, I’ve had a taste of that. Although almost coming to an end, at least for a couple of months now, I’m just glad that I’ve been able to get a glimpse of it all. And, although my gym membership is laughing its behind at me, I’ve been able to get a test ride of the life I once talked about at one of those “almost graduating from high school/what the heck will you do for the rest of your life/career orientations”.
In these 3 weeks of the ‘oh so jet set life’ I’ve come across with wonderful people that somehow are paving the way to that life that I’ve been daydreaming about for so long. Although they might not know it, those conversations in the car on our way to the airport or to the next hotel, have kept repeating in my head. Although they might not know it, they’ve given me some pieces to the puzzle I’ve started putting together of the life I can see myself already having.
And now, while sitting down on a bed with sheets and pillows that are just so damn comfortable, I’m grabbing the bull by its horns… Oh well, at least the life that has been running on roller blades for the last weeks, and I can only help to smile while I put the pieces down and see my puzzle just coming together.
For as long as I can remember I had always pictured my life running around from one plane ride to the other, giving presentations and just living the fast life. And, for the last few weeks, more or less, I’ve had a taste of that. Although almost coming to an end, at least for a couple of months now, I’m just glad that I’ve been able to get a glimpse of it all. And, although my gym membership is laughing its behind at me, I’ve been able to get a test ride of the life I once talked about at one of those “almost graduating from high school/what the heck will you do for the rest of your life/career orientations”.
In these 3 weeks of the ‘oh so jet set life’ I’ve come across with wonderful people that somehow are paving the way to that life that I’ve been daydreaming about for so long. Although they might not know it, those conversations in the car on our way to the airport or to the next hotel, have kept repeating in my head. Although they might not know it, they’ve given me some pieces to the puzzle I’ve started putting together of the life I can see myself already having.
And now, while sitting down on a bed with sheets and pillows that are just so damn comfortable, I’m grabbing the bull by its horns… Oh well, at least the life that has been running on roller blades for the last weeks, and I can only help to smile while I put the pieces down and see my puzzle just coming together.
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