There’s a fluke hanging around me this past few days, I do have lots of work at the office but I couldn’t find the energy, let me scrap that, I couldn’t find the enthusiasm not just with work but of life too. I don’t feel fulfilled, I find little joy, and I couldn’t see the future. I know the future is not important but it is practical to be ready for it.
My inner soul is screaming for a more challenge, a more meaningful endeavor to use my gifts, and I don’t know exactly how to proceed. To kill the boredom, I listed what skills would I be interested to learn, habit to establish, and what dreams to fulfill:
- Keep reading books
- Creative at graphic design
- Bright at writing copy
- Read, write, and speak Arabic
- Speak Mandarin
- Read and write Chinese
- Interpret body language
- Eloquent English speaker
- Great English writer
- Smart programming
- Enjoy plant based food
- Exercise daily by doing yoga
- Memorable annual foreign vacation trip
- Write best-selling books
- Extremely wealthy to the point of able to help other than myself
- Read palms
After writing all those down, my bored self suddenly shut up. My beautiful soul spoked with a bulb all bright and lit up, “So baby steps, get going, do all of them.” The thrill is how many will I cross out before I die and I don’t have room for not wanting to live.