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SCHEDULES AND ROUTINES🍅

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Take a pick my dear Sunday team- Coffee, tea or water?


In my last blog article I preached about my mini life reset I carried out in April. My main goal was to get a grip of myself and become disciplined enough to be active with my interests rather than mourn about how unproductive I was being and how lazy I was growing. It was about little steps away from my comfort zone.

In that post I stressed on my plans of designing a schedule and routine and hoped to share the process with you if I actually do it. Well, I did it!

Schedule baby

DESIGNING A schedule can seem like a lot of work at first but the key to overcoming that is not doing too much.

I made a simple paper and digital list of the activities I’ll love to do each day no matter how little and if that list of yours looks like a railway you might want to reconsider.
In that list I included the following activities in order of which came first:

Drink water
Study/school work
Bible reading
Financial book read
Planning and checking notifications
lunch
Read my current novel
Make dinner
Watch evening soap opera
Bath
Spanish lesson
journaling

Let me already mention that I had breaks between these activities. It wasn’t a do or die robotic program.

TIME BLOCKS🍅


I DECIDED my wake time should be 04:00a.m so I can study for two hours before the whole family was awake- that’ll be such a distraction.
Well you must have guessed right: I snoozed my alarm more than I woke up. That was just too early for goodness sake we are on a break, the whole world.
When I was tired of deceiving myself I moved my wake time to 05:00 a.m.
This time it was better, I felt better in the mornings. But it was still difficult.

PRESENTLY


SOON ENOUGH my body made a decision for us: it decided to no longer hear the alarm. I could no longer hear my alarm when it rang. Instead it woke my mom up every day at 05:00a.m. I felt bad.


When a schedule is obviously not working, it is okay to make adjustments. You should keep trying out schedules and routines till you find the one that suits the moment or season you’re in. If there’s one thing I know now, it’ll be the fact that you can’t have the same schedule and routine for so long… things change. Do not be afraid or ashamed of tweaking and adjusting your schedules and routines.

Tweak it till it fits

Adjusting is healthy

I created a digital document where I wrote about some days when my schedule was successful and when it was a total wreck.

We should be able to pick efficiency over extended work. Instead of doing too much and being so inefficient it will be better to do the little things and do them effectively DAILY.


After deceiving and torturing myself for weeks I decided one morning to just do what I can whatever time I woke up. Not minding the time, indeed my goal was to choose commitment daily and not to become the neighborhood rooster.
That was the best decision I took last week and this past week was really calm and effective. I noticed I was usually awake somewhere between 6:30 a.m. – 07:00 a.m. And that was the end of my morning disappointments.

ANY CHALLENGE?


Definitely. When staying in a house with your parents and siblings plans are meant to change most times. Most times you’ll need to leave your work and focus on errands or helping siblings. Yes, this has affected my routine most days but like I said before: your schedule or routine shouldn’t be untouchable. You should not feel bad for tweaking this list. Just make sure you’re choosing to commit daily no matter how little the time.
So currently whenever I wake up I choose my commitments no matter the time of the day.
My schedules did suffer daily but my evening routine became my source of content. It was the most consistent and effective; I never missed a day in studying Spanish. So that’s my pride… I keep tweaking the blocks that fail.

POMODORO🍅


Oh dear tomato unit. I represent my pomodoro time blocks with tomato emojis. Pomodoro technique is simply setting a stop watch for work and another for a break: I use 25 minutes for work and 5 minutes for a break and the cycle goes on and on.

As for Spanish lesson; it’s scheduled at 10:00p.m. Monday to Saturday for 1 hour.

On Sundays I welcome breaks from commitments and tend to writing. Did I mention my Photoshop course I scheduled for Tuesdays and Wednesdays at 9:00p.m.?


Side note: 🍅Praying has recently become the sweetest way for me to start my day.
🍅 I ditched school work for two weeks. Don’t be like me. But I’m happier this way.
🍅 I’m starting a new finance book because I finished the other one i.e. “Increasing your financial IQ by Robert Kiyosaki”

Schedules and routines are just guidelines not mountains…

This article has gotten too long… bye now x
Take it easy… baby steps.

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20 Sixth

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TO BE ALIVE !

26 September 2019

SIDE NOTE : This post has no specific heading.

Honestly, I’ll like to start by repeating the fact that I am overwhelmed and amazed by the hope in my heart. It’s amazing how I imagine my future and get filled with the thoughts that “At the end, I’ll die knowing I lived it all right. At the end, I’ll still feel alive.”

BLOSSOM!

Hello! Welcome to The Purple Journal. The Purple Journal is an amateur weblog that presently have no specific niche and doesn’t plan to. It is an online journal fueled by a free young…

AMATEUR

Amateur is such a beautiful, strong word with different windows; we could look at it from different perspectives. I spent a significant period of my life, fighting with words the society gave a negative shade. I would go numb at the thought of words like: enough, mediocre, mediocrity, oblivion, amateur, genius, loser, fail…

Amateur looked better after the three dots in a sentence. Amateur was the reason they became mature. Amateur marked a start… Yet it was so hard to accept and identify with.

The Purple Journal is Amateur today, but not for long.
New soul, new mindset, sunshine, me… The weird kid have decided to accept this word whole Hearted. I am grateful for the gift of hope; the ability to be in the gutter yet see the sunlight.
The Purple Journal will turn out to unfold into so many beautiful shades. Out of the wrestling wind, meaning would be found. Time makes it all fun and mysterious.

I sat on the bench and imagined how it felt like. The divine looking at us, watching us grow just like the plants and other creatures. There is no huge difference between all living things when it comes to growing. Just as the seed breaks and dies only to come out of the dark soil taller and firmer… The divine will watch we humans break. Watch the dirty soil rub off on us and only wish we could see that soon we will come off as strong and fresh. How it must feel as the divine sees us giving up when the end is painted with his glory. I also can’t miss the imagination of how pleased He must feel when we finally step into the purpose He created us for… When we finally lay hold of everything that we once desired and called “The life.”

This blog would have started before now, but I was in a deep search to provide what society will identify as meaningful. The urgency to place my creativity in a certain category. Life never placed us in one category. Life placed us on a treadmill and lifted us from one treadmill to another while our eyes were still spinning. Every victory led us into another war. Now I sit baffled at the low expectations of the world. The crippling conception of living…
The words giving to people who tend to be different from the trend; weird, freak, crazy, dumb, dreamy, possessed, unusual… Meanwhile everyone had different finger prints. The creator was limitless when it came to variety.

NICHE

Niche? Nahhh, I’ll skip that part. I don’t even know what wonder I am capable of… Yet!

Free yourself… You’re too alive to cage your mind. The creator is not out of designs.

Life is priceless and overwhelming. There are so many shades of a colour that still remain nameless even though there is an obvious difference.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll write novels. Maybe Poems that seek to dissect emotions. Maybe I’ll be an artist. Photographer and more… Maybe I’ll be all of these, at different phases of my life.

All I can gnaw at now is the opportunities and miracles to come. The dreams that are heading towards reality. I sit and smile at the moments to come. I imagine the beauty of vulnerability.
Maybe soon I’ll be sitting with a Hispanic old man in Japan taking about what only the future knows; today this is just a dream.
Maybe I’ll get a response when I go stalking Jace Norman or maybe I’ll be able to go on a trip with Ashley and Taylor. Maybe one day I’ll have a meal at Radhi’s kitchen…. I’ll travel everywhere.

Maybe soon I’ll be part of that love, light and grace filled community I long to identify with. In the open field, dancing and singing with strangers… Radiant landscapes for shoots.

Every phase seems to lead me into a better understanding of my true wants and dreams. The ones that were there before the impression the world offered me.
The most beautiful part of this, is that all these visions are simple and light. Some are so far but it’s funny how close they are to our hearts; like we could delve our hands right into them and grab them.

Free soul bursting into living colours. Change is inevitable…

“I was just thinking. Thinking of this whole thing and desire. I have always desired to be free. My greatest desire was just to be free to be who my heart loves…”

It was a conscious desire that led to my hands gradually bringing into my life, all the qualities I admired.

In all, The Purple Journal is just trying to express the way her arms are opening to embrace the unknown. The Purple Journal is trying to make a landmark of a new dawn. She is trying to show you how peaceful not knowing might be. She is highlighting the existence of happiness in the midst of our inadequacies and lacks.
All which is made possible when we stay grateful and open. When we finally decide not to let society determine our progress or meaning…

#Growing Amateur.

with love, light and grace

XOXO

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20 Third

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4TH WEEK OF SEPTEMBER
THROUGH OUT THE THIRD WEEK I HAVE:

  1. Been far from the blog and the duty to write here.
  2. Finished reading the book of John.
  3. Been reflecting on the personality of God and need for spirituality (long journey)
  4. Been journaling as we all know. I’ve been having a real schedule for journaling, thanks to the prompts supplied by Lavendaire.
  5. Been practicing conscious gratitude using my gratitude journal.
  6. Been open to notice so much options, lifestyles, ideas and this was not so great in a way but was also great in a way.

“What can I say; change is inevitable…” – The purple journal

PLAIN MIND

23 September 2019
“If you’ve found the things you love, sit back and enjoy the process” – Marie Kondo

To be honest, I feel like the month ran so fast. It feels new writing here again, maybe I would have just continued with the posting while doing the journaling special. But the break also felt right.
I felt a lot of resistance before writing here today. I felt like I had lost the flow.
After now I’ll go back to my journal and observe my previous preparations before I start drafting a blog post.

I mentioned that last week I was engaged in a journaling special. It’s not like it took a lot of my time but I just desired the break. I am still trying to process the results from last week. The fact that they are quite intangible makes it hard to feel and see. This aspect of progress is mostly held by faith, that is why self doubt is a killer. No doubts I still struggle with self doubt but these days I don’t say negative words to myself… I notice the shield I now hold against self doubt and it’s not perfection, it’s not skills or knowledge or awareness, it’s not even growth but it’s hope.

I am amazed by the presence of hope in my life… It’s a feeling I can’t miss. Even in the midst of insecurities, imperfections, ignorance and self doubt I feel it building a wall around my self image and composure. It’s something that I don’t control, I don’t do consciously so it amazes me anytime the feeling arises.

Knowing there is a lot to learn is an overwhelming knowledge itself, but hope and faith works together to keep the mind stable and receptive.
Few months ago, at this time when it feels like I lack direction and my ideas are too disorganized I would have freaked out and gotten angry at myself. This anger transfers so much, that even the slightest shifts off my expectations will cause an up roar in my soul and body. You’ll see me ready to spill out so much negativity but this was bad;The thing is, emotions can be transferred. I look back now and imagine the sort of impact I must have had on my friends. I wonder what kind of energy I was sending off. To admit, it was a rather selfish way to live and express discontent.

Now I sit on this bench an wonder why that reaction is not coming off.
I sit calmly, my composure is okay but deep inside of me I know I have no idea what I am doing. It’s not like I am not worried things aren’t going so great, I am aware, concerned and uncomfortable about it but there is a great absence of stress.

Hope is the reason I haven’t started hitting water bottles and banging the wall. Hope is the reason why my face is not like mashed potatoes now.Hope is the reason I am not playing angry bird right now. Hope is the reason my day is not yet ruined with negativity. Hope is the reason I am typing this, because if I didn’t have hope, I would have settled with the idea that I just don’t have what to upload on the blog today.

I still wonder how this hopeful attitude was born but I love it. I want it to stay and be part of who I am.

GETTING HOPEFUL

I believe having a mindset and knowledge that struggling is inevitable really sets you in the place of hope. It’s a long walk off the victim mentality.

You could only hope (as you work) you’ll grow from the struggle. You could just hope it’ll get better. You could just hope you’ll figure it out along the way.

Hope can be grown by the realisation that discomfort shows the present is not okay and can be changed. If the dream belongs to you it’ll keep coming. . . There are things we truly can’t control, so it’ll still rain when it’s time to rain. Autumn and fall will come around when it’s time so the divine does have a say. There is something called fate whether we believe it or not. And I personally believe all things work for my good because that’s what my Bible tells me. it fills me with so much hope and faith even when the present doesn’t say so. It’s a shower of relieve somewhere inside my beautiful, growing soul.

There are lots of religions and spirituality because it’s a free world. One thing that draws me to the bible is it’s ability to speak of the real human struggles. It’s abiblty to encourage and say out my heart’s troubles. The bible says “In all, there is a time(Season, phase) for everything… Time to sow and time to reap”. Time to be buried into the unknown, time to die off, time to grow new and fresh, time to blossom and time to get the fruits. This just captures the human desire to outrun time but patience is highlighted as a growth factor. So if you really want to grow, learn patience. Pray for it for the sake of your mental and emotional well being. Pray for it so you don’t gain extra pounds bouncing on junk because life is too hard. Pray for it so you don’t frighten the kids and make your friends struggle to be around you.

I said “Plain Mind” because to be honest and plain, I had no idea what I was going to write today. I couldn’t think of anything and I had gone out of the habit of writing daily. I wandered around the house just thinking about how I’ll start. The only option I had was to start by greeting, to start mediocre, to start with a review, to start with what I think nobody wants to hear, to start with the not so great content. Somehow I found myself sending the message of hope. Even though this content is so simple and personal and straight forward, I am honestly proud of it. I am happy I decided to just sit down and go on with the nonsense.

The process you see is something we feel but can’t see the end. In the process everything sum up the the perfection you become. Every junk and blabbing does count; they all sum up to the result.

“In the begin change was intangible and invisible…” – The PurpleJournal.

I leave you with this message and I am happy I took the photo. See you on the better side of tomorrow. That snail up there is my snail, Gary.

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13irteenTh September

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DO-MORE SYNDROME

13 September 2019

Do you feel restless and guilty when you’re not up to something? Have society stolen the joy of just being from you? Do you feel like you will never amount to anything because you’re simply not doing anything noteworthy now? Are you hurt?
Are you faced with what I resolved this morning to calling the Do-more syndrome?

It’s every where, in every story, every motivational line and dose. But is it worth the stress?

Here’s the thing, Philip has turned out to look like the ultimate goal getter. He has lines of journals with entries and ideas and he is moving towards it. He has eaten the Do-more message long enough to ignore every opposition. He sounds more like…
“This might be the only way and I’m taking it down.”
Thing is, he never gets satisfied. And though he has been up and doing always, he still doesn’t have any solid grip on any of his supposed achievement. There is nothing grand to right home about so he flushed every second of movement down in the toilet. There is no fulfilment, no acknowledgement, therefore he’s got to do more, think faster and smarter…. He’s got to slap the answers right our of his brains whether he does have the answers or not.
The legend we are all trying to be… The do-more strategist.
“If it’s not working, just don’t give up… Do more! “
Who else eats this message daily. The reason sitting down and doing nothing has become a sign of worthless and uselessness.
Phillip took the hard road, got knocked by a bus but he’s till moving. He’s got to do more. He had a cut right through his stomach last night but he’s got to aggrandize himself. He’s got something to prove. He’s got to prove he’s got success in his DNA. He feels entitled to recognition just like the other stars.
He rolled off the ladder while trying but he’s not letting go. He’s got cuts and wounds with massive release of blood but he’s still moving. Dripping red all over his path. The cuts are so deep you wouldn’t see it; I think it pierced right through his soul and left scars on his self image but he’s got to be strong… Go getter! Do-more syndrome man.

He will later end up on a far away medical bed. The one not seen around… Soon he’ll have doctors fighting to keep his wounded soul in his ripped body. I don’t know if he’ll give up and let the ghost go. I don’t know if he’ll keep fighting. I could relate to his mantra and blood, so I walked away… It was too brutal and I had to get a check up.
Are you Philip?

What will be the gain if gaining this fulfilment will leave you broken. When will you stop measuring your fulfilment on societal standards? When will you just let yourself grow?
Don’t you have any concern for a healthy, peaceful mind?

Just like Philip I have eaten a great dose of the do-more syndrome… The “it’s not enough to be needed by people” mindset. The mindset that makes your hands want to do something, but the thing is we just don’t have what it takes to do what the world calls great(maybe at the moment). I have lived in this hell and anxiety and I know it’s not pretty. I had to let go and move off.

Who said we can’t let go…

Well here’s what someone else said, Morgan Harper Nichols said “It’s okay to let go and seek peace of mind.” Those words pierced right through my soul, releasing all the unrealistic needs and expectations from my young self.
It lead me to saying out loud, “you’re too young to be carrying these lies on your shoulder.”
Who made you believe you’ve always got to be enough. Smart enough, wise enough, good enough, skilled enough.

I think we all need to start getting comfortable sleeping and waking up to doing the small things that are difficult to do. Maybe.
It’s okay to start as a mediocre. The wrong thing is thinking that’s all you’ll be. It’s that fear that makes you run after what the world wants…
Based on popular demand is a killer. Don’t look at it. Based on popular demand is a fallacy capable of keeping people slaves without chains.
Don’t be that guy!

Start getting consistent with the little things nobody really notices. That’s the hardest thing to do… Because it’s small yet difficult and no body gives you praise…

Gratitude, love, care for obnoxious siblings, sharing when you obviously hate sharing all you have, giving others a helping hand, saying the truth, waking up early, reading books, going on social media and being conscious not to compare, reading the Bible, praying for yourself and others…

Learn how to live without praise and know you’re still getting it done. That’s one good drug if you’ve recognized the do-more syndrome.

P. S If you still feel like you need something to do. Look around, someone close to you is struggling with a little task. Help someone and get a thank you.

Featured image credit goes to me and my phone!

Who said you had to carry the world in your shoulder. Heaven is so big yet not everyone will go to heaven…

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11venth September

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COMMUNITY

11 September 2019

We can’t deny how beautiful solitude can be. The fact that we get more done when there is no one around our workspace is inviting. Not to mention the hidden dance moves we get to share with only ourselves, but nothing was ever established in solitude.
Things can be created in solitude but nothing was ever truly established in solitude.

Establishment itself is a pillar made of people.

Because we force ourselves to process all the success stories we see everywhere (even when in the bathroom you know someone thousand miles away that’s launching a yacht while all you’d be launching is a toilet sit) we feel rushed. We feel the world is running forward and we are the only ones sitting behind. These unrealistic expectation cause us to focus on the unrealistic instead of what is close to us. We quickly forget the joy of a community.

I believe the people you keep around you makes up your community. A community have always been known to be an unsophisticated, ordinary, small clan.
The truth is that we are not so extraordinary that means some of us still live in this ordinary small clan. Yet the type of persons we keep around us determine how long we’ll stay in the ordinary.

A community helps you grow, they slowly journey towards improvement.
In the reality the thing people call extraordinary is just long moments of perseverance. Those mediocre, ordinary days with little unseen improvement makes up the big extraordinary reality.

In this process we forget to put ourselves out there even with our inadequacies and imperfections.
It’s a water me, I water you movement. The clouds never rush.
These people you are able to laugh with in the hard days, these people that listen to all your complains about life, the ones you call for help, the ones that make you crack a rip and even cry, the ones that challenge you, inspire you, motivate you and even forces you to improve… They are the underestimated growth factors.

There should be moments of talking to people, there should be moments of giving the little you have.
Go out and do the simple you can. A community is made up of ordinary people doing the little ordinary things they can. What happens when you add together so much little things? They grow to make something bigger….

In a community when you’re weak, they might be stronger than you… And when they are weak, you see your strength and abilities come alive.
Wouldn’t it be fulfilling to be able to help someone break down. In the times of human pains, there are thousands of words ready to be said. The mouth wants to be free and the heart also wants to be free. The eyes wants to express and every part of the body is itching to release.
Wouldn’t it be nice to help. To say the words the person in pain just couldn’t say. Won’t it be kind to help them speak while they help themselve cry and feel.
A sense of belonging. A sense of support. A sense of community.
A simple way to meet a complicated human need.

Today has been a day of reflecting on my past emotions… And it’s been relieving. I don’t feel like saying much today but it’s still a challenge and I took it.

P. S Today’s blog featured image was taken with my mobile phone and edited by me and I feel accomplished. It’s a wonder where this feeling came from.

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6ixTh September

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PROCESS


WARNING: Sorry for the in coming raw emotion with the heat.

In an ever new digital fast paced world with early success stories it’s easy to kill yourself. All the way from this point, no thanks to the speed at which success can be shared. No thanks to the boat load of problems globalization has created from trying to solve problems. The mass of information out there makes it all so hard to process. This only proves Mark Manson’s words that solving problems will help create more… Still, thanks to all these emotional and psychological pain and struggles because they sure lead us to who we are meant to be. That’s growth. The not so pretty part is called process.

I had to understand the meaning of process. Process was just a usual science class term but you see, it’s the restlessness and struggles I have felt that helped write the meaning of process on the thick walls of my heart and that definitely had to be painful. hard nail writing on my heart, ouchhhhh!

After thinking about the Buddha, the once confused prince who sat under a tree for over 49 days and came to a realization that “Pain is inevitable (unavoidable)”, I also have sat under all my confusions and for solid 9 seconds came with a mantra that “Everything is necessary”. This include all the ugly things and situations we’ve experienced.

See, Marsai Martin born on 14th of August 2004 (that means she’s just fifteen) is already a producer. She has something great starting in her life. At least she does have a direction or niche now. Yes, after stalking on her, I thought about my life. How old am I? yes I’m older than her and yes I am still as confused as the car that looks like a bus. Maybe a truck.
It was around April that I made a post saying:

“I am tired of reading so many success stories, please give me a book about a failure who failed till the end!”

At that time I just wanted to grab and read on some story that sounded like mine. But I hope I’m not thinking like this anymore.

All I’m trying to say is that, we are here, right now in this hard phase.
I read Aileen’s article and hearing her list my emotions and conditions one by one made me feel so ecstatic. So relieved that I’m not too extra or not taking things too seriously. That I’m not just being dramatic or too ambitious.

All the things you don’t have, all the equipment you can’t avoid, all the places you can’t go, all the opportunities you don’t have… all exist because it’s necessary they don’t exist now. Because they might not be what you need now… Maybe all you need now is to change or sit or sleep or pray or read or stalk or go to Bible school or…
In this world we all have a purpose, and there are principles, attitudes and spirits that are willing to help us become who we were made to be. To find that fulfillment.

The best of artists where made by being able to do something out of the little they were given.

And I ask you just as Aileen asked me in her article(yes I took it personal):
“Does any of these sound familiar? “
Are you constantly comparing yourself to every appealing success protagonists?
Are you lost, confused and obviously frustrated?

Do you want to cry right now or you mildly wish you can be in a comma for a while?
You know you want to do great amazing things but just don’t know where to start.
You are scared of oblivion just like me and the whole idea of being mediocre makes you anxious and sad. It kills you that there is a possibility your a mediocre and not creative enough. You feel like jumping into an ocean because you can’t just find your direction in life. You want to move somewhere, possibly fly but you don’t know how to. You have so many questions to ask. You are angry you can’t afford all the nice things you need to get started on something… The lists go on and on.

I’ve come to a realization after all these emotions hunted me.
You just can’t skip the process.
And everybody have their time. For you to grow your soul needs to heal. The time taken might just depend on how broken your self image is. Maybe.

All these emotions makes up the process. It’s necessary because you don’t just wake up and have life already figured out. More often, it’s through living that you get to learn more about yourself and interests.

The process offers you the opportunity to know that everything is not fine and you could be much more. It’s in the process you learn how to be stronger. It’s in the process you learn how to deal with oppositions.
It’s the process that brings out your success attitude; being bold, having faith, being ready, being brave with your ideas….

My feelings overwhelm me and I can’t wait to get out of this process phase but rather than paying attention to the struggles, I have decided to take note of all the lessons but that doesn’t mean I won’t cry when it gets hard or I won’t complain to myself for a while.

I can testify that I have now found the answers to some of my questions. More are still unanswered but I have to wait for them to unfold.
Sometimes all you have to do is wait for life to unfold but constantly making sure you’re not waving off every opportunity while waiting.

Sometimes it’s about obeying your instincts and taking a chance on the unknown.

Aileen, the lady behind the Lavendaire blog created a course for dealing with these emotions and creating your dream life. I am not working and can’t pay for this class and that’s a pity for me. I’ll have to learn the hard way. I am happy she still left tips on how she grew from this phase. I remember her talking about all the books she read and the leaps of faith she took; And I am going to start off by taking these steps.

If you have this money or a few bucks to spare, make a sacrifice and enroll into this course. It sure looks pretty and feels hopeful.
Though we can’t actually skip the process, this might save you more time and make you ready for the process.
You can check out this amazing article with the link below.
https://lavendaire.lpages.co/create-your-dream-life/

You can also check her instagram and YouTube videos
@Lavendaire

You can also take a chance and read Mark Manson’s Book, The subtle art of not giving a f*ck.
Gratitude for the few answered questions is a great way to enjoy the process…

P. S This is not a sponsored post. Just mere recommendations.

Let’s grow together.