To Pack It All Up and Move Away
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I want to run away from this life.Right now, more than ever, I've this
intense urge to sell
my crap; junk the stuff cluttering up my life.
Let go of
my issues. Just leave.
My problem: I love my home.It's the first, and only one, I've bought. The neighborhood is s'okay; crime is nearly nonexistent. There's a steep price to pay for living here:
New Jersey is one, if not the most expensive state in the country. It also feels like the most depressing, isolating, and socially stagnant places in the world.
It's weird how much I miss
Brooklyn, when I could
not wait to leave that place!
My current home is my comfort zone. This is where I hide from everyone. I don't believe I should
need someplace that makes me reluctant to let go of. I don't think it's
healthy. I should be able to adapt to any environment;
enjoy myself. At some point, in the future, I know I will move.
My other issue: I wouldn't know where to go. I used to want to a second home

in
Florida. I used to want to work in
Nevada. I used to want to return to
England. I used to want to find a home in
Canada. I used to want to relocate to
Australia or
New Zealand. I used to want to hang out in
Spain. I used to want to chill down in the
Bahamas,
Barbados,
Puerto Rico, or the
U.S. Virgin Islands.
I have the "grass is greener" syndrome. I take this feeling to mean that I need to take a trip. I read about people who backpack around the world. I feel no envy. I'd rather go somewhere, hang out for a couple of days and return to my home.

There are places I'd still like to visit:
Australia,
Italy,
Germany, B.C. Vancouver, the
Netherlands, maybe
India or
Japan. I need to make plans, or I'm going to go crazy.
Labels: Brooklyn, Caribbean, home, New Jersey, peace of mind, starting over, stress, travel
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Peace: The Way Within and Without
Sunday, September 23, 2007
I am someone more fond of
hearing a joke as opposed to a
serious news story of the day. I didn't and don't want to know who got shot, stabbed, and died tragically. I got rid of my television set, so I could get a good night's sleep.
I enjoy my peace.
The news used to bother me so bad, that I found myself
crying after some stories. Why inflict that upon myself, then get ready for bed? Was it any wonder I was having nightmares?
That was years ago.
Can't rock my cradle now.Ever worked with people who spent the day trying to
work your last nerve? Based on the situation, I'd say: "I
document everything I say. I document everything
people say and do to me. That information is collected for a period of time, before I head off to HR."
It is
so effective, and the
work gets done stress free.
Stress is a component of life, but how much is too much? Too much is that
twitch in your left/right eye. Too much is that
stabbing pain in your chest, gut, back and shoulders. Too much is that
strain in your voice: have you been shouting lately? Is your hair coming out? Are you gaining weight? Are you losing weight?
Take a break.
Do it now. If you are being overwhelmed:
ask for help. If that wont do it:
take a sick day. If that wont do it:
take a vacation. If that really wont do it:
quit.
Taking a break doesn't only pertain to work, this applies to
everything dragging you down: toxic relationships, a bad habit you wont quit, refusing to make important decisions, etc.
When one is in search of peace,
it never hurts to run away as fast and far as you can. It's either
fight or flight. If you can't manage the fight now: Run! Come back later and fight those battles later, or not at all.
Seek peace: reward yourself. Labels: health, peace, peace of mind, stress
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