Control freak part 2

There's something beautiful about making decisions and making the best of them, because that said, things always work out right.

I decided to force myself out of my comfort zone and do new things.
Which I'm very glad to say I did.
And I've had such wonderful times.

Best decision I've made in a long time.

*grin grin*

+ Flisha spoke @ 9:37 pm

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I am a Barbarian

My Friday 4.15 - 5.15pm tutorial told me that I'm a barbarian after making me do some 'strategic leadership styles instrument' by Gaylord Reagan.
Anyway 'barbarian' evolved into 'cannibal', somehow.
I'm so prepared to be called that for a while :(

Apparently, being in high control appeals to barbarians (like me).

Which brings me back to what I logged on to write my blog.

Before leaving last week, I was a wreck.
I was terrified of being away from home after drowning in 3 months of love and attention.
I was completely out of control of my feelings.
Simply freaking out.
I even thought the plane was going to crash.

The Qantas aircraft looked good cos it was new.
Forgot about my notion about the plane crashing.

I chided myself for being an idiot, and came to the conclusion that just because I don't want to leave Singapore, doesn't mean I have to be unhappy about coming back to Melbourne.

Then I thought about my crazy and redundant 'I hate Melb and I don't want to go back' tirade.
And I fumed at myself for being in a position of absolutely no control of my thoughts and feelings.

Yesterday, I realized something.
There are decisions and events which inevitably occur that I cannot control because they're all external.

BUT I can control me and myself.
I make the decisions how I want to live my life be it happy or sad, optimistic about the future, or regretful of the past.

I control who I am.

So I have decided to be precisely who I want to be.

+ Flisha spoke @ 1:39 am

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