for a while, i thought accumulating enough would bring me to my goal of buying a house. i did it and i felt empty. there was nothing more to look forward to. i was as depleted as the numbers in my bank account.
i thought about what might bring me real happiness. when it's different strokes for different folks, it's about first understanding yourself - who you are and how you function as a person.
as a goal-driven achievement-oriented workaholic, i perform best when i am fully engaged in doing something. i need goals to strike off in order to function - groping in the dark drives me nuts. so i've been back to the drawing board -- churning up a new set of goals, new timelines and new plans ahead.
- giving back: working with youths from underprivileged, dysfunctional homes through creative writing classes.
- writing: working on my own column and as a contributor.
- travel experiences: once things are more settled, it's time to flex those idle miles. no concrete plans, but tokyo, nepal and london sound good. and i want to take my grandparents somewhere they want.
- investment classes: fine-tuning my investment strategy and stock picks. rebuild my blue-chip portfolio and retirement fund. i intend to retire by 50, and that's 20 years to plan ahead for :)
and just when you think you know it, your world cracks open to let life in.
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