Things have an unexpected way of happening to re-assure you that life is good and awesome.
I found myself as such when I had dinner with a friend before her long overdue vacation. Last I spoke to her was just before christmas and we had a difference of opinion of friendship. Since then I had noticed that I was an arms length friend at most. Something I had grown to accept, I was well aware of what my friendship was worth and what kind of friend I am. I harbored no hard feelings towards her at all. Do I wish there was more tea and dinners? hell yea, who wants to be cramped up in a house for extended periods of time? I've learned a lesson and I am not going to reach out when I don't have to. I'll leave that for the ones who are insecure and needy.
Dinner itself was pretty awesome, I had chicken schwarma (mmmmm schwarma...) I definitely enjoyed catching up . Most of the talk was about her(cause she really wanted to spent the evening listening to how awesome I am =D). Listening to her describe herself through the eyes of another was pretty comical to me, as these were things I've mentioned to her in fewer words. I was very happy seeing that she understood these things about herself, she's grown a bit since I last saw her(which is awesome!). I was more than happy to lighten the mood(at times) for such an intense topic. When these things come to the forefront its a real eye opener. Since I've began this dinner/tea outing I see progress on her end which is great, however I feel that this a book I have read before, no matter how many times I have read it the ending is still the same and I haven't learned anything new, maybe I just like reading these kinds of books? Next time I think I'll try a choose your own adventure book.
In an recent turn of events I've got this hop in my step again, I am very refreshed and back to the awesomeness that is Michael. My work has gotten up to speed and I have found a new way to connect with those around me, I just awesome everywhere and people lick it up like honey. I'm awesome
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tim Myers - The Good life
"Life is beautiful its true.When I balance what I do and enjoy the world in front of me" - Tim Myers
I found myself sitting at my parents place this weekend without motivation, just sitting there being selfish and relaxing with no distractions. The past few months I had been on auto-pilot and managed to grow an awesome beard. I say awesome cause growing a beard is something asian people are not able to do successfully, my beard wasn't great by any standards but it was frickin awesome. Those that saw it gave my praise and those who found it weird, they were just jealous
Saturday night, I hooked up with a buddy for games, which we hadn't done in ages( playing games with him is awesome. He's just like me, but he's much more gifted with the paddle then I am) During our session we begin talking about stuff and I find that he's still hung up on this decision that I thought was resolved. Looking back, each time we play games he proceeds to tell me the same thing, I claim ignorance because each time the variables change, but the equation stays the same. I find it easier for me to let him stare down two roads than suggest any, because any suggestion I make is met with an impenetrable force of ego that I don't think I'll ever want to crack. Add that my suggestions are met with deaf ears so I don't bother. Through the discussion my own decisions come into question and I started to wonder if I really made the right choice when I was faced with them. thinking about it now I KNOW those choices I made are right because that's what life is. A series of choices and each choice you make you believe to be right for the circumstance. Before I went to bed that night I said a little prayer for him hoping he would see that the whatever decision he makes will be right and having second thoughts will further him down a spiral of what if's and could of beens.
I've been growing this beard the better part of 2.5 months and it has served me well, but last night after my parents went to bed, I was sitting on the couch admiring my beard when I started thinking of why I grew this thing in the first place and I couldn't remember why other than just wanting to see if my genetics would allow me to grow one. With that out of the way, I began noticing that I had been completley content with this thing on my face, something I said I did not want to be, I never wanted to be content with my job, my weight, my awesomeness, my life I wanted to keep moving. So I shaved my beard, which made me a little sad but I knew it was right. Seeing my boyish good looks in the mirror made me happy and motivated again, one of the best decisions I've made in 09.
I found myself sitting at my parents place this weekend without motivation, just sitting there being selfish and relaxing with no distractions. The past few months I had been on auto-pilot and managed to grow an awesome beard. I say awesome cause growing a beard is something asian people are not able to do successfully, my beard wasn't great by any standards but it was frickin awesome. Those that saw it gave my praise and those who found it weird, they were just jealous
Saturday night, I hooked up with a buddy for games, which we hadn't done in ages( playing games with him is awesome. He's just like me, but he's much more gifted with the paddle then I am) During our session we begin talking about stuff and I find that he's still hung up on this decision that I thought was resolved. Looking back, each time we play games he proceeds to tell me the same thing, I claim ignorance because each time the variables change, but the equation stays the same. I find it easier for me to let him stare down two roads than suggest any, because any suggestion I make is met with an impenetrable force of ego that I don't think I'll ever want to crack. Add that my suggestions are met with deaf ears so I don't bother. Through the discussion my own decisions come into question and I started to wonder if I really made the right choice when I was faced with them. thinking about it now I KNOW those choices I made are right because that's what life is. A series of choices and each choice you make you believe to be right for the circumstance. Before I went to bed that night I said a little prayer for him hoping he would see that the whatever decision he makes will be right and having second thoughts will further him down a spiral of what if's and could of beens.
I've been growing this beard the better part of 2.5 months and it has served me well, but last night after my parents went to bed, I was sitting on the couch admiring my beard when I started thinking of why I grew this thing in the first place and I couldn't remember why other than just wanting to see if my genetics would allow me to grow one. With that out of the way, I began noticing that I had been completley content with this thing on my face, something I said I did not want to be, I never wanted to be content with my job, my weight, my awesomeness, my life I wanted to keep moving. So I shaved my beard, which made me a little sad but I knew it was right. Seeing my boyish good looks in the mirror made me happy and motivated again, one of the best decisions I've made in 09.
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