Forcing My Hand
After feeling there has to be more out there than sushi, investment banking and West London the following sequence of events lead to the beginning of my journey.
After getting home from work on Monday 10th July I decided to watch a documentary called "What the bleep do we know" that I had on DVD. It is a modern philosophical documentary about life and perception. It explained how we see the world and how we can change it. I don't mean recycling or digging wells in Peru, but how reality on the level of quantum physics can be manipulated by our very thoughts. How matter and reality does not exist until we pay attention to it causing the energy that makes up matter to momentarily come into solid form. With this food for thought in my head I then pressed on with a 1hr conversation with my friend Lucy untill about 2am. She was also restless and suffering from insomnia.
I did not sleep a wink that night, very unusual for me.
There was something in the air.
I cycled to work as usual and arrived a little after 7am (usually I cruse in at 9:30am).
Simon my friend at work was very surprised to see me and could immediately tell I was unsettled.
I then talked to my friend Chris in Sydney over MSN for about an hr about my restlessness. He said he was feeling the same and we exchanged ideas about a higher purpose or life and travelling/working in different regions in the world like Africa and India.
Within an hr I had forced my own hand and resigned from my job. Which incidentally I enjoyed. The work and the people. But it was not enough.
I handed the notice on my flat and started the wheels in motion for my escape plan.
I noticed in my diary that last night was a FULL MOON. A time for new beginnings for new adventures.
This has been a long time coming and with a deep if not odd spiritual session with my friend Helen the previous week I felt I could not spend another year in London.
I had no idea where I would start or what I should do.
Over the next few days I would pursue some avenues of interest.
Perhaps take part in a homeopathic clinical trial for AIDS or Malaria in Africa with the brilliant if not controversial homeopath Peter Chappell. Perhaps go to India for 6months to study in a clinic there. Perhaps go to help villagers in Peru dig water wells.
I think I will end up doing something like this, but to start I will make my way to Thailand and spend at least a month on a remote island chasing monkeys and sitting in secluded waterfalls.
After getting home from work on Monday 10th July I decided to watch a documentary called "What the bleep do we know" that I had on DVD. It is a modern philosophical documentary about life and perception. It explained how we see the world and how we can change it. I don't mean recycling or digging wells in Peru, but how reality on the level of quantum physics can be manipulated by our very thoughts. How matter and reality does not exist until we pay attention to it causing the energy that makes up matter to momentarily come into solid form. With this food for thought in my head I then pressed on with a 1hr conversation with my friend Lucy untill about 2am. She was also restless and suffering from insomnia.
I did not sleep a wink that night, very unusual for me.
There was something in the air.
I cycled to work as usual and arrived a little after 7am (usually I cruse in at 9:30am).
Simon my friend at work was very surprised to see me and could immediately tell I was unsettled.
I then talked to my friend Chris in Sydney over MSN for about an hr about my restlessness. He said he was feeling the same and we exchanged ideas about a higher purpose or life and travelling/working in different regions in the world like Africa and India.
Within an hr I had forced my own hand and resigned from my job. Which incidentally I enjoyed. The work and the people. But it was not enough.
I handed the notice on my flat and started the wheels in motion for my escape plan.
I noticed in my diary that last night was a FULL MOON. A time for new beginnings for new adventures.
This has been a long time coming and with a deep if not odd spiritual session with my friend Helen the previous week I felt I could not spend another year in London.
I had no idea where I would start or what I should do.
Over the next few days I would pursue some avenues of interest.
Perhaps take part in a homeopathic clinical trial for AIDS or Malaria in Africa with the brilliant if not controversial homeopath Peter Chappell. Perhaps go to India for 6months to study in a clinic there. Perhaps go to help villagers in Peru dig water wells.
I think I will end up doing something like this, but to start I will make my way to Thailand and spend at least a month on a remote island chasing monkeys and sitting in secluded waterfalls.
posted by winkingring at 10:38 pm
5 comments
