I can’t even begin to say how sorry I am that I’ve been neglecting you (and me). It has been what feels like a century since I’ve actually written a post here.
To people that don’t know me very well, they’d probably think that I’m just some weirdo that posts selfies of himself on his blog, little do they know that this is my sanctuary. A place where I open my mind and share my thoughts and feelings. Be it a photo or a letter, you’ll have to look deep into my posts to understand what I’m actually saying. Problem is for a long time I haven’t really been doing that.
They say a picture is worth more than a thousand words, but to me, nothing can beat the alphabet. So where do I start with this story? Well I guess I should just write (or in this case type lol - technology huh?)
It began yesterday. Sunday the 9th of February 2014. At exactly 6:01AM (06:01 hours). My closest friends and family know where I currently stand. I had quit my job a while ago. It’s been 9 months that I’ve been voluntarily out of work. Yes I resigned, again.
I believe in life, you have to love what you’re doing professionally. Yes of course money is a factor of stability and survival, but when it crosses the line of passion then is it really worth it? Ask yourself. No really, ask yourself when you’re alone with nobody else, not a soul in your presence. Ask yourself, do you love what you do at work? Do you love your job and the people around it?
If your answer is yes, please send me a message at the link to your left (under: for a beautiful mind). And tell me your feelings and thoughts, I might just post your findings on my blog to share with the world, after all we are on the same team (the team of human beings). So it’s only fair that I do so, to benefit all of our readers.
Back to my story. I had a spontaneous conversation during a drive with my baby brother Alfie. He’s a really cool guy. I love him to death. You’d love him too if you’re lucky enough to know him. We got to talking about “One Word: Life”. Long story short, he’s trying to lock down a university to go to, to further his studies in aviation (yup he’s the smart one in the family - my parents/Gods’ blessing) whereas I’m trying to look for my next J-O-B.
So how does all of this relate to the title: “Her name is Mika.”? Well on Sunday I somehow instinctively got curious about my horoscope. I got to read the whole thing and it occurred to me tonight. This “stuff” is heavy and real.
Because my horoscope seemed so sure that this would happen to me. And indeed it did. It said that good things would happen to me during 2014. It said I would meet a new friend. A friend that I would come to know over the years that would follow. And even though she’s in Spain, she is a friend to me nonetheless. Her name is Mika.