Who Dares Wins.
A person whom I looked up to said how he used to carry some goals around everywhere with him. On a scrap piece of paper, on the back of a beer coaster, anything. In his wallet or back pocket, anywhere he would look at it and it would remind him of his dreams and goals.
I did this.
I would catch the subway to work in the mornings when I lived in Milan with other commuters, it was depressingly dogmatic, (like a bad dream or film clip), sometimes you would see the same faces as they went to their jobs, some were bank tellers, some were dentists, some were Nigerian refugees, some were brain surgeons, some were famous lecturers, some were Gypsies that would perform 'a-la' Partridge family styles, one, (usually a child), would walk down the train carriage asking for money and then onto the next carriage. (this would happen everyday).
On my way to work on the crowded train I would look at my piece of paper to remind of why I would run from my apartment through the rain to catch the 7:45 a.m. train with the other Milanese, where smells like too much cheap perfume, leather briefcases, purses, jackets, shoes, gloves etc. fresh toothpaste breath, stank bad morning breath, body odor, among other things would greet me and re-focus me on the bigger picture.
Why I had left the physical touch of my two children, why I had uprooted myself from the comforts of my beachside lifestyle, secure job and home.
And traded it for the polar opposite knowing no- one, bitterly cold weather with no snow, living in a depressing hovel in a ghetto part of a big city, in a country where I had a VERY basic grasp of the language.
But sure enough I had written a goal to be a hair stylist of top calibre that had the option of traveling with the fashion circus around the globe after working along side the best.
Dare to dream.
But write your dreams down and read them over and over until they happen like stepping stones. (often they have already come to fruition in your life, look around. are you where you want to be)?
HAPPY 2010!
(this subject is not at all what i set out to write but it'll do)
I did this.
I would catch the subway to work in the mornings when I lived in Milan with other commuters, it was depressingly dogmatic, (like a bad dream or film clip), sometimes you would see the same faces as they went to their jobs, some were bank tellers, some were dentists, some were Nigerian refugees, some were brain surgeons, some were famous lecturers, some were Gypsies that would perform 'a-la' Partridge family styles, one, (usually a child), would walk down the train carriage asking for money and then onto the next carriage. (this would happen everyday).
On my way to work on the crowded train I would look at my piece of paper to remind of why I would run from my apartment through the rain to catch the 7:45 a.m. train with the other Milanese, where smells like too much cheap perfume, leather briefcases, purses, jackets, shoes, gloves etc. fresh toothpaste breath, stank bad morning breath, body odor, among other things would greet me and re-focus me on the bigger picture.
Why I had left the physical touch of my two children, why I had uprooted myself from the comforts of my beachside lifestyle, secure job and home.
And traded it for the polar opposite knowing no- one, bitterly cold weather with no snow, living in a depressing hovel in a ghetto part of a big city, in a country where I had a VERY basic grasp of the language.
But sure enough I had written a goal to be a hair stylist of top calibre that had the option of traveling with the fashion circus around the globe after working along side the best.
Dare to dream.
But write your dreams down and read them over and over until they happen like stepping stones. (often they have already come to fruition in your life, look around. are you where you want to be)?
HAPPY 2010!
(this subject is not at all what i set out to write but it'll do)
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