64GB phone. Of which, 30GB was consumed with photos of clouds, sunrises, sunsets and a birds eye view of the country I was greeting or leaving (I promise I won’t break into a song). And I must admit, it never got old, not for me at least. 45 flights on and I was still amazed by being 30,000 feet high in the liquorice purple sky.
But what’s noteworthy is how inspired I feel when I’m way up in the sky. This is the time I feel motivated to do so much with my life. To send that email, take that course, ask him out (or at least when I had the chance to), to be braver and to stop worrying about stupid little things that I doubt I’ll remember in a few months’ time. It’s like everything is put into perspective.
Having said that, when I land, reality collapses at my feet. I resume normal activities:
Land. Passport control. Grab your suitcase. Grab a taxi. Check work emails on the phone. Check in to the hotel. Dump your suitcase in the room. Walk to the office (thankfully it’s a 3 minute walk) and quickly turn on your laptop and start your first meeting of the day. And when you get back to the room after a long day (that started with your alarm going off at 4am), there is that tendency to do nothing but laze around in front of the TV.
I saw the danger in my newfound habit, if I continued like that then I would never do anything fulfilling outside of work, and how awful would that be? So, do you know what I now do? Of all those photos, I might look at one or two when I was flying high, and I remember how inspired I felt, and even if I can’t remember the feeling I JFDI.
JFDI? One of the many mantras my first Project Manager lived by, “Just F*cking Do It”.
So I just do it. Because the first step is always the hardest, but when you get that out of the way, and continue doing it, it becomes a habit.
Which is why I’ve decided to start this blog (with a little push from one of my amazing friends) I now have my first post for Sabzi and Saffron.
Chin-chin to many more.