Recently, I wrote a guest post about what living in the slums taught me about entrepreneurship and Bjorn, who hosted my guest post article, mentioned that I’m living the dream in the slums. I never thought about it that way, but I guess it’s true.
I’m living the dream, and I happen to live in the slums. I’m living the dream in the slums. How is that possible? I used to be so ashamed of living here. It was the most degrading, humbling thing in my life. I would curl up in a ball and start crying my eyes out, wondering how I got myself here… Always waiting for the day when it would change, but not really taking the action towards it. Feeling “stuck”.
Now I roll with the punches.
Brightened my attitude.
It makes a difference.
My life is like a reality TV show.
That was an epic fail.
Amazing Race: Philippines, you don’t know what you’re missing by not casting this extraordinarily remarkable Asian sensation. I’m not in show biz, I’m not conventionally pretty, but I got one hell of an underdog story and your typical, formulaic casting is just subpar to the intelligence that I obviously emanate. I don’t even know what the hell I just typed outta my ass (not to say that I’m dull) but I’m rolling with it.
I auditioned for Amazing Race before I realized that this shit was canned and they only pick people who are already famous and already gorgeous (not dogging on my looks here, or fishing for compliments either, just not primed for primetime and I know it). But whatevs. I’m living my dream. And if that means I make my own reality TV show using myself as the subject and embarrass myself all in good fun (what’s with the nose flare?) then so be it. You can’t take this shit so seriously. Loosen up a little. Laugh at yourself. Have fun.
I’m not in show biz, I’m in blog biz, and that’s even better!
Oh, right, but I’m living the dream! I’m going for it.
I went to a meditation retreat recently and practiced the art of walking meditation.
Rise, forward, fall. Step. Rise, forward, fall. Step.
As I was moving in repetitive steps a thought popped into my head.
You’re doing it.
I’m DOING IT.
I’m going for gold.
I’ve been so focused and anxious on becoming successful that I never stopped to realize that I already am successful.
Define Your Success
Success isn’t necessarily the circumstances that you’re under. It’s something that you’ve got to define for yourself.
How am I successful?
I’ve broken free from a day job, an office job, a shudder to think 9 to 5.
I quit my job, sold my stuff, and flew on a one way ticket to India and the Philippines and never looked back.
I’ve broken free from credit card debt, owning a car, owning a TV, and owning furniture for that matter.
I started from complete scratch in a foreign city, supporting two people (my boyfriend) on $3,000 a year and lived to tell the tail.
I report to no one but myself (and my clients from time to time).
I shook things up. I lived life outside my comfort zones.
I live life purposefully. Intentionally. Consciously.
I am doing it.
I’m exactly where I wanted to be, living my dream. Making it happen. Creating it. Going for gold.
Sometimes, you have to sift through all the dirt and grime before you reach the gold. It ain’t a glamorous job. But it ain’t for the sissies either. The weak-willed.
Sometimes, you just gotta take a deep breathe and realize what you’ve accomplished is so much greater than the dirt on your hands.
Realize your current circumstances don’t determine who you are. Realize it can wash away, and everything will change.
Change is the only constant.
Don’t worry. It gets better.
How do you define success? What steps are you taking to living your best life; living the dream?
Each of us is doing it whether you realize it or not just by waking up day to day and existing. How are you DOING IT and what does your life journey tell about you?
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