I’M HERE. NOW WHAT.
What if you were given an opportunity to re-structure your life?
Your body covered with dust, the ground fertile for seeds, it’s time to plant the fruits you’ve longed to taste.
What do I do now that I can do whatever the heck I want? Dobby has been given a sock.
I’m not going to pretend that I don’t have my life planned out. It’s useless. I plan things to calm down my endless worries. Even if most of it don’t happen exactly the way it should and, in general, specially when you got to work with other people, fixed outcomes turn situational. And I’m the girl who has band aids in my wallet just in case someone cuts their self in my presence. Let me fix that bleeding for you, honey.
Before I tendered my resignation, I kid you not, I have atleast 5 projects in line to make sure my income does not live or die with the stock market. Risks are unavoidable, the best we can all do is learn to manage it.
If you were going to fight, atleast mitigate your chances of death with enough armor.
I was never the kind of person who reveals what I plan to do. Nobody knew what it was, not even my parents who sleep next door. Why I have to be in Makati early tomorrow, they don’t have to know. “I’m just meeting with someone for something important.” That was the best they got.
I’d hate to be the person who talked big dreams, but executed nothing. In silence, I shall climb and accomplish. Big mouths got their ego to feed. I have nothing to be proud of until it’s already done and dusted.
But let’s not talk about that for now. What I bought was the freedom to live my impractical dreams. All the useless, senseless things I wanted to do that wouldn’t make me money or feed my future children. Nothing the ‘sane’ people who crave stability would dare to do, or as my mother calls it, ‘hobby ng mga mayaman yan’. Those who do not have to worry about making money to keep a roof above their head and food on the table.
For the record, I didn’t think we were poor when she said it. I was free to point at an object and with enough crying and pleading, magically obtain it. I didn’t know how much they sacrificed just to give me a life of comfort and security.
They kept their heads down and stayed at the pit of back-breaking work as second-class citizens in a foreign country because they didn’t want to risk our future.
Thanks mom, thanks dad. You couldn’t risk it before, now I’ll risk it for you.
I’ve fantasized for this opportunity for so long. I found a Mindly map I made way back in 2016, long before things started looking up.
It was aptly titled “What I’d do”. It helped me through nights so hard, fantasizing about the future. The ‘list’ of Why.
Here are a few of the things I’d do now that I made it here:
I want to re-learn French, try crossfit and anti-gravity yoga, volunteer at PEARLS and PAWS and A-HA!, learn freediving, surf at Baler, skydive on a beautiful city.
Oh, the possibilities.
Now that I’m here.
How about you? What would you do, when you suddenly find yourself allowed and able to do them?
If you don’t know, then you should start to find out.
Dream and execute.
As for the practical matters, what am I up to so I could keep my net worth growing while creating an impact? I have several. What can I say, I’m a dreamer. My ambitions are rock-solid big and I have the heart and guts to make them work. I managed to narrow it down to 5 things for the rest of 2017.
I typed them at Microsoft Paint and made it my laptop’s wallpaper. This way, I am reminded of it each and every time I turn my laptop on. Get to work, get it done, this is where you’re headed.
One of them is becoming a financial advisor.
Things are in the works so… Root for me? 🙂
Hey, sweethearts. It was raining while I wrote this and I had beautiful music flooding the air with melody. It was wonderful. I thought I’d share it with you guys. Soothing and relaxing to the nerves. Sure I don’t understand half of the lyrics but give it a try 😉