Today's the last day of the month of February and it amazes me how quickly time flies. I try to make it a point to blog at least once a month, to keep this space updated with new content. So even though February's post came at the end of the month, I guess it's better to be a little late than never, amirite?
I wish I had the coolest things to update about this time, but my life's been pretty much the same lately. As usual, it's consumed by work, and when I'm off duty, I'm busy running errands, attending driving classes or spending quality time with Luke. It's the same old routine these days and I try to catch up on as much sleep as possible. Self-care at its optimum because these are the things that keep me sane and happy.
Talking about sane and happy, I've been talking to Luke a lot about how I've been feeling a lot more positive going to work now more than ever. It's just a different feeling, somehow. It's as if work has become less of an obligation for me, and I can genuinely say that I enjoy what I do. I think it has much to do with the fact that I've begun to feel really comfortable hence, I feel more confident in my performance at work. Though it can be tough some days on certain flights, I find myself bringing the right kind of mindset to every flight these days that the toughest aspects of the job just doesn't seem to bother me anymore.
Maybe it's got a lot to do with the fact that I know that I have to be grateful for what I have right now. There are a lot of things I can be complaining about, but harping on these issues aren't going to instantly make the whole situation better. There are a lot of things I do not have any control over, and I don't wish to let something I cannot change dictate the way I feel for the rest of the day. Every time I catch myself feeling anything less than content, I'll tell myself "Hey, it could've been a lot worse" and that seem to get me right back on track every single time.
I came across this tweet a couple days ago and resonated so strongly with it:
Ur hard job is the dream of every unemployed, ur annoying child is the dream of every infertile, ur small home is the dream of every homeless, ur little money is the dream of every debtor, ur smile is the dream of every depressed. So say Alhamdulillah for whatever your situation.— Jamiya (@jamsmiah) 20 February 2018
Gratitude.
There was a point of time in my life that I wished for the things that I have now, and I'm not about to let myself forget that.
Early February, I did a multi-sector flight with a stopover in San Francisco and found the most beautiful leather journal by Patricia Nash. The rarest of gems are often found when you least expect them, and the journal was that to me- I found it when I wasn't even looking. It has since become my favourite purchase, a steep price for a journal that I willingly spent on. I'm confident that it's something that I couldn't possibly find anywhere else- it's that unique. So I made it my new year's resolution to start journaling even though I had no clue how one should even write a journal but I'm going to make it more like a personal diary instead. Writing it in the best way I know how.
Now, if that isn't the most aesthetically-pleasing journal you've ever seen in your life. I could stare at it all day if I could.
Then it hit me. It takes so little to brighten my day lately. A new journal and a drama-free flight would simply be enough for me to hit home run with the quota of daily happiness, if that's ever even a thing. I like life a little better this way. There's just too much chaos happening in the world right now that escaping or finding ways to escape and completely zone out of that stress-zone and into a state of zen is all I need. I think we should all have our own escape mechanism, your own happy place. Somewhere, somehow. And to always have gratitude in our hearts. To know that whatever difficulty you're facing, there's always someone out there who's having it worse and would trade anything to be in your position right now.
That kind of realisation is often what we don't think about when we're too invested in our problems. We forget to be thankful. So I try to remind myself as often as I can, to embed it in my mind so that I will never find myself ever feeling like I'm so close to hitting rock bottom because I've got everything that I ever needed, and more.
Five more minutes till we welcome the month of March.
Thank you, February. You've been lovely.
Love,
Ashhy
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