I don’t know what I’m passionate about.
I think that’s sad.
Perhaps I should ask myself that on paper.
Just list them down and look at my strengths.
Just because, I can see the good upon others but not of my own.
That is double sad.
sigh
druidea's Life List
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1. live in a foreign land
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2. weight down
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3. Not get irritated by people so much
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4. laugh more often
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5. change careers
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6. forgive a little more
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7. be a strong person
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8. better my self-esteem
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9. be less of a procrastinator
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10. have more romance and intimacy
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11. Buy a House
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12. publish my writing
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13. not be afraid of changes
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14. find my passion
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How I did it: Heart wrenching. Hard. Feeling like you want to explode. It was a long journey. I had to uncover many parts of me. Acceptance. Compromise. Patience. Pain. Happiness. Sacrifice. Love. Read how I did it…
I wrote a blog about this. It was lengthy.
http://oh-dear-nadia.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-ate-more-than-i-could-chew.html
Hope it helps you as much as it had done me.
For now, I wait. I do not want to struggle with exercise because I feel that my timetable as a working mom will stop me in my tracks where it will backfire me as it did a few months back. Botched up my hormones and made me gain more weight.
I’ve lost some. Sincerely speaking, the weigher is still not my bestfriend and I haven’t looked at it for so long. So I don’t know how much I am now. But people tell me that my arms are smaller. And I feel lighter. So that’s validation.
More to it is that, I feel good. Inside and out.
Thank you Oprah Winfrey and Bob Greene.
xoxox
I was thrown into it by another marathoner. We were getting all the negative vibes out of our lives. Just for something new to do. How we’d all chat over coffee after each session. Wonderful.
Then she started talking about marathon. All were pumped up. She was already a marathoner. But I wasn’t. I was skeptical. I would only exercise if it was something fun i.e. swimming, yoga etc. If only I actually would want to make time for it.
One day they called asking for my details for which I gave blindly. Then came the news on the running number and category. She registered me in for 21km. Not the Fun Run of 3km. Not the 7km. Or even 10km. It was 21km. And I had only started jogging 3km perweek and there I was to do it in the next 5 weeks.
But I did it. It was the most incredible feeling because…
I learnt that the challenge is within myself.
I wasn’t a weakling.
I was as strong in mind to be able to finish the whole thing.
What was wonderful about being enrolled into 21km was, at the end of it, you finished something you never thought you would. And, you get a medal for finishing. And it’ll be a bonus if you find your photo taken as well.
I did a second one a couple of months later.
Wonderful. For a girl who would only ‘exercise’ if it was fun enough to be done, this was an achievement.
