I watched Fight Club for the second time. It was my birthday gift to myself.
Given the trajectory of my life right now, I thought it was apt to invite The Pixies to lullaby me to the sound of collapsing buildings…
Let me give you the lowdown.
Over the past month, my life has taken a huge-ass detour. I stopped for directions, but disobeyed it. I only got a rough idea as to where I’m headed, but I really don’t care. All I know is I’ve shifted gears, and the wind in my face makes me feel alive.
And I’ve been clinging on to dear life ever since.
In the past 12 days itself I have been on an exotic all expenses paid 5-star getaway with beautiful strangers, experienced death and resurrection by dancing, felt a few mini paradigm shifts brewing, and captured some really good sleep.
As usual, new business ventures are in the works. But this time, I’m doing things differently, to make sure the magic happens.
I guess I should also mention that I am no longer working with the beautiful people at MindValley. We’re still great friends and we’ll be there for one another. Let me blog about this later.
Where am I headed next?
Let’s see… I’ll be on a plane to Singapore till Sunday to mix business with pleasure. When I get back I have a list of people to meet, a RM150,000 grant to apply for, a parking lot of dreams to vacate, and new life to live.
A roadmap would be handy. You know, lend a pattern to the chaos. But I don’t have one. Nor do I feel the need for one right now.
All I have are different pieces, slowly taking shape. When they come together to make a picture, I’ll tell you more.
For now, I trust everything will fall in its right place.
And I’m going to let it.