Do you ever have those moments where you wake up in the morning, look at the sky turning colors and just smile?
I’m having one of those days. 🙂
Ever since the beginning of this year, I tried to wake up in morning and relish in being present in the moment.
I am striving to find many things to be thankful for, in every day.
Even when it rains, even when it’s cold, even if I’m still half asleep.
I take a moment to appreciate every day that’s added to my life.
I found this on tumblr at one point, don’t remember from where specifically.
But it’s a wonderful reminder, even when days get rough.
Have a wonderful day!
(happy times at my uncle’s farm in the Philippines)
And no I’m not quoting Ed Sheeran – but what a lovely song eh?
Breaching Quarter life crisis, as I am now past the pre-panic stage LOL
Sitting behind a desk job Mon- Fri has got me feeling that life lull.
Throw in school on Wednesday,Fridays and Saturdays – I ask myself whether I am prematurely freaking out.
Lately I’ve had this insane fantasy of going to the Philippines for a month, not just for vacation,
but to check out what is in store for me there.
But of course that thought of going back to the islands versus staying in stable Canada fights back,
each and every time.
I know I’m not alone in that struggle of pursuing what you would enjoy rather than what makes sense.
Then I reason with myself, that maybe what I’m searching for, can be found by staying in the same country, but not exactly the same place.
After reading countless articles, a common thought was that a lot of the anxiety stems from unmet expectations and obsessive comparison disorder. (This is the new age OCD) Here’s a little bit about my background – I have always lived at home, sheltered and told that I should just listen to my mom because “what’s-the-point-of-you-making-mistakes-if-I-just-tell-you-what-to-do-and you-won’t-have-to-make-them? A good chunk of my family believes that my parents’ incessant coddling largely has to do with their own projections. And like the expected dutiful person I’m supposed to be, I allowed that I fall into this stream, with moments here and there of my own. So I conclude, this has a large part to do to why I feel this way now.
Having never moved away for school, don’t drive, cubicle job for 4 years -basically repeating my day over and over again 75% of the time.
Now in mid 2013, I started feeling this way and by recommendation, I decided to go back to school,part time and thought I’m going to give this shot and see how it goes. I am near the stretch and my anxiety reformulated again. It’s that anticipation of the unknown that draws you back into your own fears and insecurities.
I envy J. Seriously, he takes risks balls out, and has the confidence to figure it out when he gets there.
Though he may not define it as success all the time, he sticks out and makes the next great landing.
I hope to get there someday.
But for now, I start with treating each day as best as I can.
Remember to try to have a positive outlook and find contentment in knowing
that even if I don’t do anything extraordinary today, that I have hope for the next day.
Oh, and prayer helps too 🙂
A show so outstanding that it garnered not one encore, but twice. The Vancouver Playhouse erupted in thunderous applause and a full house standing ovation. What is Séquence 8? (Sey-kahns weet) – Performed by Montreal’s Les 7 doigts de la main, it was more than just a circus show – it was an experience worth getting lost into. As Colin Davis opened the show, he cautioned that every show would be different, that the show seen that day was not the same as yesterday’s or what will be tomorrow; and without fail, they deliver on unpredictability.
Contemporary Circus as it’s recognized, went beyond feats of athletics and acrobatics – the show was intricately woven with visual storytelling, music and dance. With each part fusing into the next, there was a poignant moment of pure sensitivity that elevated the dynamics of this performance. Without giving much away, there is nothing like witnessing the vulnerability of the performers, stripping away each layer and taking moment for reflection. Think of it as showing you what it is, inside out – outwardly…(lol)
If ever you get a chance to watch it, you’ll know what I mean.
Like any great show, the audience was completely captivated with each step, swallowed up by each move they made and right when you think you’re impressed – you hold that breath, scoot to the edge of your seat and cringe up until they make that landing. You let your breath out only to be captured back into the thrill. Throw in some great theatre and comedy, you’re sold. For feelers like me, it was emotional acrobats in physical expression. Brilliant.
My favorite part was at the end, where each of them took turns to say their name – likened to that haunting feeling you got when you heard Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye utter ‘Thanks for stopping by’ on When Love Arrives.
For more info, check out: 7 Doigts – Séquence 8