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My Journey back to New York City

Living in downtown Toronto is really something these days. I have never seen this many police officers in the city, ever. And they are everywhere.

At first I thought that me being a superstar had drawn the people’s attention and the city saw that I needed bodyguards (but not this many). I wanted to let them know I was about to leave the city for 3 days, but they were not open to conversation. So I had to let it go. Good thing I did not talk to them because as it turned out they were there for my friend Obama. He has a meeting with 19 of his fellows in what they call G20 (I know he’s going to miss me as I will be away).

So here I am, back to New York City again (I am about to leave in a few hours). The only question I have in my mind is this: Is New York as pumped as Toronto about the soccer World Cup? I witnessed the World Cup fever myself, today as the Netherlands won again (I am writing my blog on Thursday evening). Soccer fans were chanting and cheering everywhere in downtown Toronto. Would you say the fever has something to do with the earthquake that hit our city lately? We never know. It could be the power of the vuvuzelas.

A couple of things happened to me this week. On Tuesday, as I was talking on the phone with a friend of mine, I was also drinking a very tasty juice (yes, I am a master at multitasking). After I was done with the juice, I kept playing with the bottle stopper in my hands, and something caught my attention. At the bottom of the stopper, it read: “You will be traveling and coming into money”

Here I am two days before my trip to NYC, and I read this strange message. I thought: that would be nice.
Then I started to think. What would life be like if there was no limit at all to what we can have? Wouldn’t it be great? Think about that. We would be free to go wherever we want to go, do whatever we want to do, no strings attached. There would be no worries about tomorrow because tomorrow would take care of itself (I think someone said that over 2000 years ago). It would be a dream life.

Something shifted when I started to think about those things. I said to myself: You know what? There is no limit at all. We can have it all. The only limit there is is in our mind. So I chose to believe that the message “You will be traveling and coming into money” was true. It became a reality. I made a conscious decision to live a limitless life (it sounds insane, but it feels good). This new context excited me. I was jacked up! All of a sudden I felt a joy that I had never experienced before (although my pocket book did not change at all lol).

Guess what! Things started to happen in my life. Work that I was struggling to finish for weeks was done in two days. I spent 3 days going to bed at 2AM and waking up at 6:30AM to work again and I was excited to do it. And yesterday, as my friends and I were struggling to find rooms in NYC hotels (they were all booked), someone offered us a place to stay...for free. Are you kidding? This is cool. And I feel that the best is yet to come. I can’t wait to share this with my friend Paul. By the way, did you see how good looking he is in the video? If not check the video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4I64c8RMC9E
And ladies, he is not taken yet (don’t tell him I told you so).

Moral of the story? Would you like to live a limitless life? Just drink a tasty juice while you talk to your friend on the phone.

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com

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