Wake up.... this is your life
It hit like a slap in the face.
Simple words from a friend over dinner and a glass of traditional Greek wine that changed my attitude and made life way more pleasant -- at least for a week.
I was lamenting about missing "my life" in a city I left eight months ago, when my long-time, relentlessly cheerful, hopelessly optimistic friend said: "This is your life."
And just like that, I got it.
While I had been wallowing in missing my life as it used to be, I'd been missing out on the life that is.
Put another way, I spent so much time being depressed over not being in my home and the rest of the time plotting how I'd get back to it and in the little time left after that, worrying about how I'd never be able to make it back to my lovely, comfortable space. Life was passing me by.
I was not living in the "here" or the "now."
As my friend, reminded me with those four words, this time, right now in this new city IS my life.
And if by some chance tomorrow brings a way to get back (like Dorothy in the wizard of Oz), I will have missed out on the experience of all this place offers.
So I made a pact with myself to build a new life -- to live in the here and now.
Tomorrow will take care of itself.
A couple of Groupons for a month of yoga and a series of facials were the first step.
Next up, volunteering some of my time to help somebody. I envision helping to feed the hungry.
I've also signed on with a meet up group for newcomers who are looking for dining companions.
No more work, home, sleep, work, home with nothing in between.
Except for this week, when my new found determination to do something fun, beneficial or good at least once a day took a big hit.
There's nothing like a sneak sinus attack to knock you off course.
So, I didn't do any of those things today.
But the new attitude is still shinning -- either that or I'm on the up phase in a manic-depressive cycle.
Simple words from a friend over dinner and a glass of traditional Greek wine that changed my attitude and made life way more pleasant -- at least for a week.
I was lamenting about missing "my life" in a city I left eight months ago, when my long-time, relentlessly cheerful, hopelessly optimistic friend said: "This is your life."
And just like that, I got it.
While I had been wallowing in missing my life as it used to be, I'd been missing out on the life that is.
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| Xmas decor on the route home |
I was not living in the "here" or the "now."
As my friend, reminded me with those four words, this time, right now in this new city IS my life.
And if by some chance tomorrow brings a way to get back (like Dorothy in the wizard of Oz), I will have missed out on the experience of all this place offers.
So I made a pact with myself to build a new life -- to live in the here and now.
Tomorrow will take care of itself.
A couple of Groupons for a month of yoga and a series of facials were the first step.
Next up, volunteering some of my time to help somebody. I envision helping to feed the hungry.
I've also signed on with a meet up group for newcomers who are looking for dining companions.
No more work, home, sleep, work, home with nothing in between.
Except for this week, when my new found determination to do something fun, beneficial or good at least once a day took a big hit.
There's nothing like a sneak sinus attack to knock you off course.
So, I didn't do any of those things today.
But the new attitude is still shinning -- either that or I'm on the up phase in a manic-depressive cycle.
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