ladybird tommorow is another day.
and i don’t know where to start. i need to declutter my life first. after i finish that, i’ll continue with this goal.
ladybird tommorow is another day.
and i don’t know where to start. i need to declutter my life first. after i finish that, i’ll continue with this goal.
cyberpunkdreams Still largely stuck in SEO and social media land...
I realised I did this already. Don’t know why I didn’t tick it off sooner.
It was definitely good to do. I already had the goal, but it was meaningful to write it down where others can see it.
ladybird tommorow is another day.
i start to notice what i don’t want. that’s good start too. i don’t want to reject my happines until i “become” this or that any more. i also know i want to do things that i simply adore doing (i still didn’t start)
cyberpunkdreams Still largely stuck in SEO and social media land...
Maybe a bit more about my previous entry. Massive change, instigating it. I want to change myself, yes, as ever, but more importantly I’d quite like to change the entire world order. I’ve coined a new term—progressive regression. I’m going to implement it.
And now I just have to find the time to fit it in between brining back the golden age of cruising (but in Zeppelins) and shooting a few feature films…
cyberpunkdreams Still largely stuck in SEO and social media land...
I’ve let this lie for a long time, but here at least, a personal mission statement:
instigate massive change
NinaWills feels a lot better now. :-)
“To live, to learn, to love and be happy”.
But tomorrow can wait, coz I am not going anywhere until I fix this mess!
Miss Dylan “http://www.43things.com/person/MissDylan” wrote:
He Sits
He sits. In the woods. Alone. Everyone told him that he should have married. He should have married the girl with the gorgeous red hair. People tell him that he should have gotten that job. It would have paid him so well. He would have accomplished so much. He is now old, and he sits on the porch, in the woods. He watches the trees sway. He listens to the silence of the forest. He doesn’t regret a thing. He is glad he didn’t marry the red headed girl. He is relieved that he didn’t spend the rest of his life at that superficial job. He sits on the porch, in the woods.
He is content.
In principle, I am living my dreams—I’m doing what I love, I’m just not getting paid (or treated) very well for it. Along those lines, my personal statement would be:
Finish my Physics PhD and use it only to make a positive difference for humanity.