Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label choice. Show all posts

Friday, June 15, 2012

Day 6: Opportunity


Day 6: Wednesday June 13, 2012/Thursday June 14, 2012

I am in transit. Brasil - Canada. 

This one is a no brainer for me. 

Today I went back to EARJ (American School of Rio de Janeiro) and tromped around my old stomping grounds.  It was one year ago that I left work, and took “a year off.”  (Whatever that meant, I am not too sure).  At this point last year, I was crafting a letter to my friends and family with the subject line “I bought a house.” 

One year later.  The house is for sale. 

Today I am very thankful for opportunity. 
Yesterday I was packing my bags, and separating them into three piles.  Pile one: to take back to Mexico; Pile 2: to leave in Canada; and Pile 3: to give away.  The last pile was by far, the biggest.  Sara came to rescue me as my movers pulled a “no show.”  While we waited for her people to come and give her an estimate for her upcoming move to Montgomery, Alabama, we reminisced.

Opportunity knocks.  Sometimes it comes barging in when you least expect it, and other times it is a subtle tap that you can barely hear.  But opportunity knocks ALL the time.

As a teacher, my “year” starts in August, and ends in June (the typical international school year) and then there is the bonus, summer.

I didn’t work this year and although my bank statement is an obtrusive red, opportunity knocked, and I answered. 

Here is a short list of the year in review.
  • I spent the summer on 2011 in Canada frolicking with friends and family.
  • In August I completed my Level I Baptiste teacher training in the Catskills, New York.
  • When I got back to Rio in mid-August, I was able to teach the teachers at EARJ yoga classes.
  • I managed to secure some private students to pay the bills between August-November
  • In September I flew (on air miles) to Denver for the Yoga Journal Conference with my niece Leah.  It was so nice to connect with family while at the same time, to feel inspired.
  • I trained for one month  (November) with Fox (a triathlon cub in Rio) in an effort to overcome my fear of open water swimming.  It reduced significantly.
  • I was able to stay with Joao in Rio instead of in Taquara where my house was.  It turned out that the commute would be hours each way. (Sometimes packed in a van with 25 people). Not cool.
  • Joao and I had what you would call a “practice relationship” as I knew I was leaving for South East Asia in December. 
  • I picked up another private lesson that I would trade for stand up paddle lessons.  We only did a few classes, but this opened my eyes to the barter-system; a trade that has been around long before monetary trade.
  • In November I met my sister Caroline in Cozumel to race the Ironman
  • I met Ricardo at the finish
  • I got a job in Mexico City with and August start
  • My 3-month trip to South-East Asia was ousted and I moved to Mexico on December 18, 2011.
  • I found more private students in Mexico City and rented my own little space.
  • Ricardo’s triathlon business had just launched and I got to work with him.  This fuelled my creative side and he never put a cap on where I could help him generate.
  • In March, I went to Canada to help my sister out.  She generously helped pick up the tab.  My friends helped me work out my fashion fiasco (I rocked up in Mexico with a Brazilian wardrobe) and sent me back with two bags of clothes.  Score.
  • Later in the month, my great friend Kirsten got married in Nicaragua.  She generously helped pick up the tab.  I went to Nicaragua.

  • In May I flew to Tulum, Mexico to complete my Level II Baptiste teacher training course.
  • In May, I went back to Brazil to race the Ironman in Florianopolis. I stayed with my friend Karina and shared breakfasts, lunches, laughs, advice, and many wonderful dinners. 
  • I packed up the rest of my “things” and I am now sitting in the airport ready to go home.  Smile.  One bike, one box and two suitcases.  I will leave some things in Canada this time. 
A lot of people look at my life and say, “I wish I could travel like you, but ...” Stop reading if you honesty believe you can’t.


Good.

Then you believe in you.    

I am not talking about travelling the world and living abroad here.  I am simply using my life as a metaphor.  I am about taking yourself from mediocre and into great, from comfort-to-challenge.  I am talking about taking advantage of opportunities that are at your fingertips every single second.  Your brain is you greatest friend but at the same time, its also your secret foe.  It sustains your life while quite quietly sabotages your greatness.  There is a poster I love.  It says, “she turned her can’ts into cans and her dreams into plans.”  Several people say to me, “I can’t ___(fill in the blank)___because I have kids …”  Now, I don’t pretend to know (as I don’t have any of my own), but, I have been teaching international kids for 10 years; and they come from all walks of life.  I am of the mind that having kids enriches your experiences; or that it could, if you turn your can’ts into cans.



Opportunity is knocking, and you may think that it comes from the out there.

knock, knock, knock

But this isn’t always so.  It often comes from within.  What is it that you really want?  What would you do if you knew you wouldn’t fail and what’s stopping you from turning your dreams into plans?  Dearest reader, the “right time” DOES NOT exist.  I know of this “waiting for the right time” related procrastination from personal experience.  I constantly catch my self in the “when _____, I will ____” game.  Now is as good a time as any, and probability is, it’s NOT going to work out how you imagined it.  How predictable and lack-lustre that would be if it did.

So yes, today I am thankful for opportunity.  I suppose opportunity is quasi-married to freedom right? Today I am thankful for the event that cracked my inhibitions and let me soar; I think it may have been when my mom said, “why not get off the plane in Tokyo and stay in Japan for a year?”  On November 26, 1999, I decided to take a little walk.  By no means was this the “safe” choice protecting my comfort and predictability, but that’s not the life I wanted.

What’s potent here is that we have the freedom to choose, day in and day out.

Here is an equation for you to consider:

Opportunity – Action = A missed opportunity
Opportunity + Action = A BIG bad-ass life


What obstacles do you need to overcome to live the life of your dreams?  What's stopping you right now from removing them?


Life isn't happening to you.  Life is responding to you.  ~Rhonda Byrne

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

On Changes

"Change, change and change again, but for the better! It is the tree that is not flexible which is broken by wind. For to live is to change, and to live long is to change often." - Father Quinn 1999

I recently solicited some advice from my sister about a potential life-change that I was considering.  Her advice:

“My advice is simple and as follows:

Be careful
Be smart
Do what makes you happy
If it's not making you happy change it.”

I remember using my sister's advice a few years back as I lay on the floor of my apartment crying for no reason on my birthday.  She said, “Be proactive, Diane, not reactive.” 

This post is as much about good advice as it is about choice and change.

I worked with a life coach between May and November.  He really helped my to put my life in perspective, to questions my motives, values, feelings and he led me to envision what it was that I really wanted in life.  What is that you want in life?  That’s the same question my osteopath asked about 6 weeks ago.  What do I want?  Life is sometimes just a big game of elimination.  I love how my life has recently unfolded  changed.  Back in August I was meditating.  In my mind I could see a clear picture.  It wasn’t a field of daffodils, or a glistening river, no.  It was a computer screen with the airplane icon.  


Like a Ouigi board, the cursor on the computer screen kept moving towards the airplane icon.  The message was clear to me, buy a flight.  It wasn’t until September when I was back in Brasil and brainstorming ideas for life, and while Skyping with a friend that I went ahead and bought a ticket for Thailand.  It was perfect.  December 20 – March 20.  It would be exactly 12 years since I left Canada, the year of the Dragon again, and this time, I would travel alone.  I spent the next few months putting together the itinerary.  This is about as far as I got.

Travel route:

Simply Postponed


I contacted several Yoga schools regarding the possibility of becoming certified while there, and I started working on a Yoga project that I thought I could pilot while there.  In January I planned to attend he Bangkok job fair and I was eye-balling Kenya International School.  It was there that I could work in a good school, and be part of the Africa Yoga Project as well.  That was IF I got the job. 

My plan sounds pretty good doesn’t it?

Then I raced the Ironman.  November 27, 2011.  Twenty-four days before I was supposed to leave for SE Asia. 

It’s amazing how you can trace where you are sitting right now to pivotal moments.  Moments that shaped who you are, where you are, and right now, you are shaping where you are going.  We often forget that we have an internal compass of values and principals, and that we are, what we are

I got back from Mexico and continued talking to Ricardo (refer to Ironman trilogy part IV: the sequel) on Skype every day.  Did any smart famous person ever say that crazy is wrong? 

Dictionary.com says
Crazy:
1.  mentally deranged; demented; insane.
2.  senseless; impractical; totally unsound: a crazy scheme.
3.  Informal . intensely enthusiastic; passionately excited: crazy about baseball.

But I prefer Gnarles Barkley’s rendition



December 6th rolled around and I had already talked with the principal at the American School Foundation in Mexico City.  The day after the Ironman I received a message regarding a possible job opening with a January start date.  The job was given to an internal candidate, but Evan (the principal) was keen on hiring me for an August start date.  That Tuesday night Evan Skype chatted me, “I’d like to offer you the job.” 

I was actually on a Skype call with Ricardo at the time, so he got to share the moment with me.  With that
I called Travelocity and cancelled my ticket for a small $1600 penalty.  The next day, I bought a ticket to Mexico instead.  Though it’s an August start date, and there’s no place I’d rather be.  

I would have 9 days to pack up my life in Brasil.  I am not suggesting that spontaneity and impulsive decision-making are essential to change; but all things, including opportunities have an expiration date.   

December 16: Two bottles of wine and Skype chat with Kirsten ... a little visit with the porcelain princess and one hell of a hangover for game-day.  That is packing tape on my arm yes!

Today - December 26, 2011
I have eaten my body weight in enchiladas, tacos, burritos, salsa, sychronizados, I have had wine, beer and yes, Mexican tequila.  I have hit a piƱata, seen the pyramids, and Mission Impossible 4 (not Mexican, but still fun).  I golfed 9 holes, then 18 holes, got a Mexican hair cut (this deserves an explanation).

The Mexican Haircut:
2:02pm            Enter hair salon
2:05pm            Hair cut begins.  Dani sprays head and another girl brushes.
2:06pm            Dani cuts hair
2:09pm            Cut is finished
2:10pm            I am moved to new chair for blowdry.  Three girls work on my dry simultaneously. 
2:12pm            Cut is finished and hair looks great.
Total cost:        $20

We have acroyogaed on the 7th hole (that is not code), I played pictionary in Spanish and guessed a drawing right … and several wrong, drank more wine, and I even cooked a lasagna.  Finally, I have learned how to knit.

Pivotal moments.  I am here in Mexico spending time with a family that has welcomed me with open arms.  Should I be in SE Asia?  My friend and house co-owner Sara once wrote a facebook status that suggested the phrase, “I should have .. ”  be eliminated. 

I come back to that a lot.  Really.  Should we ever really reflect backwards and give energy to what should have been when it wasn’t?  Or do we face forward empowered in authoring our own story?  Just remember, you my dear reader, YOU are holding the pen!  I dare you to make the ink dance.  

“Be careful
Be smart
Do what makes you happy
If it's not making you happy change it.”
~ Sharon Clement