I know I have waxed ad nauseum about how much I despise corporate life, and how desperate I have been for a change of scene. To everyone who would hear me, I have ranted about my unfortunate passport and the lack of opportunities being awarded to me because of it. And then Spotify came to Bangkok. How is this relevant?
I have been listening to a LOT of music because of it. Music I wouldn’t have even bothered listening to during those Spotify-without-VPN days. And in listening to all sorts of music, I realised that we have become so conditioned to find the negative in everything. This is our first reaction.
“Have you heard the new Harry Styles album?”, “EWWWWWWWWW, no way!”
“Have you had the new 7/11 draught beer?”, “Erm, I’m not insane”
We dismiss new experiences because it says on the internet that it’s shit. Reviews on the internet are king! Doing what’s popular is the norm.
And I discovered all this while listening to a song I wouldn’t listen to. Crazy, right?
I had the revelation that rather than moping and whining about how everything is horrible, how the world is awful, how life has set you up for failure, etc, I would focus on trying, on being proactive, of taking crazy gambles that may not work out. After all, there might be something you’d fall in love with when you do. You might find home.
These startling motivational quotes provided to me by my brain in conjunction with a popular music streaming app has now helped me look at things differently.
- I work in a country many people are trying to get into desperately. I’m already here, and I’ve made it.
- My passport is not the best, but it opens way more doors than a lot of my friends who happen to be born in places Mr Trump wouldn’t be able to place on a map.
- I have a family who loves and supports me no matter what crazy decisions I make (and trust me, I make some insane ones)
- I have friends who root for me when I need a boost, who tell me how it is when I need a dose of truth, who send me music to soothe my soul, and funny videos of late night talk show hosts when I need to rage and laugh at the same time.
- As much as I hate the politics of my workplace, I get paid to do what I’m good at doing. My parents have had to struggle their whole lives, and they still don’t get as many work benefits as I have been getting.
- I live and work in a foreign country – it helps me stay out of my comfort zone and discover something new and exciting every day.
- I am able to go on long holidays, and thanks to technology, able to connect to my niece every single day if I need to.
- The world is f&^ed up, but I am surrounded by good people both in person and on the interwebs. Your heart, your drive, your energy, your passion, your goodness – it drives me.
- I live in a world where I can cuddle with all sorts of animals, and deal with my allergies thanks to the wonder of science.
- I am a woman who can vote, save, earn big bucks, spend them all on movie tickets and useless stuff I don’t need, I am able to wear what I want, I am able to have my voice heard.
Life is good. All you have to do is flip the narrative and focus on everything that you have going for you. Listen without bias, and you just may discover joy.
Just take a photo at 6:00pm (18:00) on Halloween 2017!
N-N-1 is the brainchild of one of my best friends (say hi at Classical Gasbag), and a concept that immediately made me want to jump in.
The idea is for people from all over the world to take a photo on a particular day, at a certain time of that day, whatever timezone they are in.
I know, right? Crazy!
Basically, it’s a way for us to get out of the rut of the current global scenario, and to take a step out into this wonderful world that we are living in.
Barb (introduce yourself at The View From A Drawbridge) has graciously decided to host this edition of N-N-1. All you have to do is get clicking, and send your write up to Barb!
Can’t wait to see what we will uncover this time!
I must confess that I’m terrible at reading other people’s blogs. I tend to be too overwhelmed by writing my own every day. So every once in a while, I’ll go on a guilty binge read. A few months ago I was doing just that, with one of my favorite blogs, This Labyrinth I Roam, […]
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I’ve had my fair share of ‘homie’ directed at me and it makes me feel good to have my ethnicity misunderstood again. I like being of an ambiguous race that makes me a true citizen of the world. However, this homey I’m talking about is a bit different. I’m starting to daydream and long for things I never thought I would – this includes owning, adopting, purchasing, fantasising about things I haven’t thought of as a priority before.
I have changed my geographical locations every two years on average, and have managed to fit in a tonne of travel in between those times. I have also managed to live half off a suitcase, being only half unpacked in the two years I have been in this ‘new’ location. And when things got a bit stressful, I’d lose myself into a deep internet rabbit hole of exotic locations I could make my next home in.
Over the past few months, though, I find myself daydreaming of a proper kitchen where the walls aren’t white and you can indulge in a fancy bread tin without worrying where you’d store it. I find myself wanting a shelf to store all of my negligible personal belongings (most of these belongings are in the form of books, letters and postcards). I long for a nice table where I can assemble wind or solar powered robots or do my 3000 piece puzzle. Mostly, I find myself looking at animal shelter websites and going through their portfolio of pets up for adoption.
Is this what adulthood is supposed to be? Have I finally attained that magical phase in my life?