Marriage, divorce, single mum, employee, expat living, remote working, business building, improving my mental health, relationships... so much to figure out.I am on a journey to find myself, create a new path for my kids and live a life true to me.Join me on this unconventional journey.
On Seeing a Shooting Star
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The idea of luck is absurd. What does being lucky or finding luck actually mean? The idea that, being in the right place at the right time, is so foreign to me, I've paid little attention to it. Recently, waking up early has been tough. Getting out of bed before 6 is a big win. Yet, I decided to be a bit more hopeful and about a week ago set my alarm for 5am. This morning was unusual. I sprang out of bed with a little more energy than usual. A decent night sleep, reminding myself that I could wake up earlier and a friend arranged a morning Yoga session, helped quite a bit. I live in a beautiful tropical Island in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Most people won't sit outside before dawn, in the middle of winter. Queue Mauritius, I can sit on the balcony, stare at the beautiful surroundings and not be bothered too much by the wind. Then there it was. My boyfriend and I were talking nonchalantly, when we suddenly saw a shooting star. Although short lived, we watching this bright shining object, with a long trail shoot down to earth. It got me thinking. Luck, this purely abstract idea, is merely being ready. How much have I missed searching for new friends, ideas, better work? What is holding me back from magical movements? Can it be that I am just not preparing to be in the right place at the right time? -- Luck is when an opportunity comes along and you're prepared for it. on-seeing-a-shooting-star 2022-07-19 |
My name is Sasha
Marriage, divorce, single mum, employee, expat living, remote working, business building, improving my mental health, relationships... so much to figure out.I am on a journey to find myself, create a new path for my kids and live a life true to me.Join me on this unconventional journey.
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My mother can speak to anyone, anywhere at any time. My siblings and I would squirm awkwardly whenever my mum would decide that she had to ask a total stranger a very random question. It did not matter where we were, the grocery store, the line at the bank or outside our school. Within a few minutes we would know intimate details about the other person - Where they lived? How many kids they had? Where they went to church? Oh, and they had an invite to dinner at our house on Thursday at 7pm...