Depends on the passion. Some can be pursued; others u hav to let go.
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my friend’s reply to my “Shit what if dancing is my passion? You’re supposed to follow your passion, right? Should I quit my job and dance for A.S.A.P like L.B*?” text message this morning. I was bored and some radio was playing old-school Christina Aguilera dance beats. It was a train of thought worth considering.
*L.B - girl from our high school that we never really liked.
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November's over, beaver
So maybe the key to having a good week is having a great weekend. Thank you, Andres Bonifacio for that lovely long weekend. I have spent the two weeks before that cooped up in a three-star hotel (with sporadic wifi, decent food, but a couple of baby ipises) for work. It was fun being with my roommates as we got to squeeze in a few drinks, but mostly the stress just got to me. Having to crawl to bed at 4am and wake up at 7 is not exactly my cup of tea. My officemate pointed out just how unusually sarcastic and mean I was becoming. My nerves have gone haywire and I’m ashamed to admit that I may have really inherited my mother’s temper. When pushed, I think my temper even surpasses hers.
But I’m all good now. I’ve spent the first three weekends of November working, but this last one was different. The long weekend was spent celebrating my mother’s birthday, bonding with my brother, talking to friends, attending Spanish class, reading, doing some non-work related writing, and running in a marathon (which in my book, really just translates to Walking While Catching-Up with Old Friends). I basically recharged my batteries and did all the things I was craving to do when I was stuck in that hotel. I can now therefore say that I’ve gotten my calm nerves back. I feel like my normal, stress-free self again. The past two days back at work have been peachy because the weekend just put me in a damn good mood. I don’t allow even my boss’s implied comments of whateverness to get into my head. I’ll worry about her disappointment later. But now it’s December don’t you see baby I’m free! My weekends are mine again! Is that lovely or wut.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
If you run, you might lose. If you don’t run, you’re guaranteed to lose.
I like lists for the same reason other people like football or pedophilia.
“You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone, or maybe it’s like this rite of passage. You will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something. Maybe that’s all family really is: a group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”
-Garden State (via. scantrons) (via quote-book)
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
