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My Journey to Another trip to New York

Here I am again in New York. I just started another series of four trips in seven months in the Big Apple. If things go as planned, I will add another trip to San Diego in February, a trip that will come handy as it will be freezing in Toronto (I would make an excellent weatherman).

We got to New York early today, and boy is this city alive! The traffic is crazy and people are everywhere. Our room will only be available at noon and my fellow travelers are going for breakfast. I decide not to go so I can write this blog. You blog readers are so important to me that I can afford to skip breakfast (you don’t see me, I am writing so fast so I can join them before I die of hunger lol)

This trip comes at the right time for me. I needed an escape. Although I know it will be a busy week-end, at least I know I will be focused on one thing. The last few weeks felt as though I was part of “Cirque du Soleil”, overwhelming but fun week indeed. I made sure to keep my commitment about being in shape (twice a week in the gym and basketball on Tuesdays).

I thought I was doing good regarding my “back in shape” program until I met a great friend of mine in the subway yesterday. He gave me a 15 minute lesson on nutrition. I am far from being a healthy eater and my friend’s lecture made me feel like a loser. When it comes to eating I am always open to opportunities. A few times ago, pizza deliverers were my best friends (I think I know all of them by names lol). I know all the Chinese restaurants in my area (and they deliver too lol). I know it takes a commitment to get back in shape but I am up to the challenge. I am afraid my pizza friends will feel like I left them hanging, but they have to look for other customers.

What was funny about my conversation with my friend is we never talked about nutrition before. We grew up together, we went to the same high school, we were on the same basketball team, then we met again here in Toronto. Every time we meet, our conversations are always reminiscent of the great memories we share. Why was this time different? I didn’t even know he was an “expert” in nutrition.

Then I remember reading somewhere “when the student is ready, the teacher will show up”. I bet I wouldn’t have met him, had I not made a commitment to get back in shape. He was there to bring me up to speed and I understand now that exercising without proper nutrition is almost a waste of time.

Think about your own journey when you met the right person at the right time? People who were there just for a purpose. I am sure there are plenty of them. Were they there just by coincidence or have you “created them? I may be wrong, but I think there is a Big Guy upstairs who is waiting for us to make a decision so He can put those kinds of people on our path. My daily prayer is to be one of those people that He is sending each and every day so that YOU can achieve your goals.

Do you want to hear a secret? When I started to write this blog, I had no idea what I was going to write about. Words and ideas started pouring as I was writing. Isn’t that cool? I think I did OK, don’t you think?

Moral of the story? Do you want to meet the right people at the right time? Start ordering pizza and they will show up.

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com

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