My alarm clock unkindly lets me know that it is 4:30 in the morning, and I need to get out of bed right now, or I’ll ruin my trip to New York. I begrudgingly roll out of bed in a dark room having gone to bed just five hours before. Ah well, I catch some Zs on the bus ride to the Big Apple. I get myself together to race out of the door to begin my journey.
In my last post, Why I Stopped Living Just for the Weekend, I explain why and how I’ve decided to stop living for the weekend. Though, I admit, it can be difficult not to anxiously anticipate when you won’t be on someone else’s clock. I can still appreciate the end of the workweek for what it is—my time!
Those days off allows us to remove the mask, and be who we want to be. Let’s be honest the person that we project ourselves to be at work isn’t the person we really are to the core. Ok, I’ll speak for myself on that one.
As I prepare for Monday, I try to take it in stride and not get the Monday blues–a dreading of the start to the workweek. Where I once again have to wake up earlier, then I’d like to be in the hustle and bustle with countless others. Knowing I never wake up early enough to eat breakfast, I will have to grab my overnight oats as I race out the door. Hoping the bus doesn’t pass me before I get to the bus stop, I’ll have to speed walk as a precaution.
I know this will be how my Monday goes because this is how most workdays begin. But, I don’t want to be someone who wants to jump from Monday straight to Friday as if the middle of the week doesn’t exist.
I just love the feeling from a great workout; it is an unparalleled high that helps to align the mind and body. Aside from benefits doctors' give for exercising, for me, it has a spiritual component similar to mediation, which I also enjoy. It clears my head of the ever-flowing thoughts of my mind. Like a computer with several windows up, with multiple tabs open on each—that’s my brain.
That post workout feeling makes me feel like a superwoman; I feel like I can accomplish anything (at least, until the endorphins die down). In those moments, it gives me heightened mental and physical confidence where I have capabilities within myself to make things happen, things I can feel good about doing. It serves as inspiration for myself.
I apply what I have learned from exercising to other areas of my life.
I was pooped, and it has been a tiring day. After a long day in the office, I trudged home in the bitter cold. Many parts of the U.S. have been unseasonably cold, and Washington DC has been no different with temperatures dropping as low as 9°F/ -12°C.
Before I could unlock my front door, I could hear soft cries from the other side. As I opened the door, two white tipped ears followed by a pair of bright eyes eagerly peered out at me. It was my cat, Charlotte. Every day this ball of fur eagerly greets me when I come home.
Today, I feel so excited about the future. I have BIG plans for myself—improving my finances, traveling, learning a new language, and moving abroad. See, big things!
So, how did I get to this mental plateau? At the time, I had recently turned 30, and I was growing bored in the mundane affairs of my life. I decided to travel to Costa Rica, which was the first time I traveled alone abroad, and the first time I’d been to Central America. I had an idea of what I wanted to do, but I had no real itinerary or expectations. As a person who once obsessed over every detail, it was refreshing to just live and let live.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The New Year is one of my favorite times of the year. Another year behind me and a new year to look forward to. I love the New Year for the same reasons I love sunrises—it brings with it anew. It brings with it the promise of the unknown. It brings with it new possibilities. It brings with it change. All of which I openly embrace because the only thing promised in life is change.
We recognize this when we make New Year’s resolutions. For whatever reason, we did not or we were unable to address certain matters in the previous year and we see a fresh start in the New Year, hence the infamous New Year’s resolution.
I can be a very particular person, not to be confused with a perfectionist, but I am certainly a forward-thinking person who knows what she wants. There was a time when I would mull over any and every detail of my life to ensure things went as I’d envisioned. I left little to no room for flexibility and would be terribly disappointed if my plans deviated. It took me a long time to realize that the only thing promised in life is change.
Today is Thanksgiving in the United States. Symbolically, this is a day where we come together over dinner to celebrate and give thanks for all that we have. Thanksgiving is a time to show appreciation, share and give back. As this year quickly comes to an end I have much to be thankful for. I’d like to show gratitude for:
I love me! Not in a narcissistic egotistical way, but I genuinely love who I am and who I constantly strive to be. I am thankful for the evolution of me.
2. My Travels
I love to travel but I typically have too little time or too little money to travel the way I’d like. This year I used up most of my work leave and really saved to spend two-weeks in Costa Rica. There is just something about being in other societies that greatly differ from my own. Travelling helps me to reflect, makes me more appreciative and open to the world around.
For years I’ve followed societal rules of doing what is “right” even though deep down it didn’t feel right to me. I always thought that feeling would come later once I achieved this or did that, but it never came, and the feeling of discontent grew.
After high school, I was emboldened to conquer the world by becoming certified to teach English and traveling abroad. I, instead, went to college because it was safe and that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?!? With a college degree while living in a major city I should be able to get a good job and begin the fun-loving life I’ve always envisioned. Ha! Reality contradicted my expectations in a big way. Yes, I got a job (not in my field mind you), but I could barely afford to pay my meager bills let alone live the full life I envisioned.
So, what do I do? I listened to society when it said, “Now is the time to buy real estate.” After the purchase, reality let out a nice big guttural laugh and said, “The housing bubble just burst and your mortgage is underwater.” Great! Now what? I decided to give up my property because it wasn’t just a headache, but a full body ache.
HI. I'M AWET.
A simple soul who likes to engage the world in meaningful ways in the hopes of inspiring others.
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