Challenge myself

I have several projects in progress, making phone calls and waiting for responses. Anxious to see results, I have to remind myself that all matters to me now is just to do the work and that patience and hard work until pay off!

I have been ‘TRYING’ to go to the gym. So, the challenge of the day: get up early tomorrow morning and go to the gym together with L.

Today is a rough day. At the end of the day, I am now wondering though which part of the day should I choose to remember? A celebration of Buddha’s birthday became much cheerless when we suddenly heard that our spiritual teacher had ulcer in her stomach. I called up a friend because I remember that she knew a very good oncologist. But she asked me coldly: “Is that why you wanted to call me? I have enough of my own problems.” I was sitting there speechless. That is a friend whom I spent hours and hours of listening to her problem. Then S. got upset with me because I was a little loud when I tried to cheer her up. She kept on lecturing me how she did not want everybody to know that our teacher was sick even though I apologized to her three times. At that time I just wanted to stand up and leave the temple and be alone. I felt like screaming. But I stayed and decided to be gracious. It was a personal challenge. It takes more courage to be a master of one’s anger. Now at the end of the day, it dawned upon me that I can choose what I memorize. Today can be a wonderful day. I got friends who helped prepare the ceremony; the florist made the most beautiful bouquet I had seen for years; I stayed and today’s lecture was about the power of choice. Those who get to choose are the most powerful. A lesson that was delivered to me right in time! :)

Now having a lot of time on my hand, I am restless. I have several ideas to pursue, but do not know exactly where to start. It just occured to me that I can set up a timeline so that I have a sense of direction.

Today is one of those “I don’t feel like” days. After some struggles, I drove my butts to my finance class. I ended up having a fun time.. :) Yes!!!

The cycling class was killing me! This is the second time I went to the class.. I was sweating like a river and was almost out of breath. I’m glad though that I finished that class without stopping. The cycling class almost became a symbol for me to hang on even though things were difficult.. I’ll go there again next Thursday.