Make every day your masterpiece

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“Make every day your masterpiece” —John Wooden

I read this quote from my RSS feed yesterday and I was so inspired that I went to google more on John Wooden. Turns out he was a legendary basketball coach who wrote a book and had loads of inspirational quotes.

Here are a few quotes that stood out:

“If you don’t have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?”

“Success comes from knowing that you did your best to become the best that you are capable of becoming.”

Inspirational, huh? Read more here.

Meanwhile, let me update you on what happened in my life in the past nine days since the last time I blogged … in bullet points, I hope.

I turned down a high-flying job that offered a six-figure salary, because I decided that I need more free time and less stress at work … for the next foreseeable few months at least … to heal my heart (and repair my wrecked emotions?). Weak, I know.

Sometime late last week or early this week, I was pleasantly startled when I realised the physical pain that had been a permanent resident in my heart since a year ago was gone. How did it happen? I was in the midst of my morning mediation session, when I asked to be aware of where my body was feeling tension and how I was feeling emotionally — same questions that are asked in every session. For the longest time, I felt acute pain in the area where my heart resides, similar to a stab wound. The pain was especially intense two months ago when my thoughts were beyond my control. Then about a month ago, I started meditating to calm my mind down and to take the pain away. And I guess, it worked!

I ate more fast food meals and potato chips in the last two weeks than I ever had in prior months. My blood vessels are transporting oil within my body as I type this blog post.

I have missed gym sessions for the entire month. And I still feel really guilty.

My office’s cleaning lady among a few other colleagues complimented my new haircut and for some strange reason, it made me really happy. Weird, I know.

I watched the first two episodes of Mad Men‘s season six and I was blown away. The storyline, the cinematography, the colours, the outfits and the decors were amazing. After skipping the entire second to fifth seasons, I’m finally hooked to this Emmy award-winning TV drama series.

I am also watching the reruns of Sex And The City and I’m absolutely hooked to this one. It’s extremely hilarious, even though the ladies are clearly too wanton liberal-minded for the situations to be true IRL.

I texted my ex-girlfriend Happy Birthday yesterday without expecting any reply in return and it turned to be a rather meaningful, but short, conversation.

I also texted two friends whom I haven’t seen in a long time separately Happy Birthday on different days and they were pleased that I remember.

I think this girl I know has a crush on me. But I could just be narcissistic.

I watched the final two episodes of How I Met Your Mother‘s season eight and I finally saw Ted’s future bride. It was … underwhelming. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but after eight seasons, finally seeing the mother wasn’t as exciting as I’d thought. I don’t think she’s pretty either. But I did feel more for Ted. And I’m beginning to see why I’m starting to empathise with him.

“Maybe we don’t need the universe to tell us what we want; maybe we already know deep down what we really want.” —Ted Mosby

“You can’t cling to the past, because no matter how tightly you hold on to it, it’s already gone.” —Ted Mosby

“Is she really [out there]? Because I’ve looked. I have looked high and low for someone I can love and adore and cook waffles for.” —Ted Mosby

I had been having really bad insomnia that I even had to meditate to help me drift to sleep. My sleep efficiency has increased as a result!

Also, if you have free time, do watch Before Sunrise and Before Sunset — two of the best romantic films ever in the cinematic history of romantic films.

That’s it from me, folks! My last blog post for the month of May on the last day of May in the last hour of the day before a new day and month arrives. How poetic.

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