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My Journey to my eighth trip to New York


This is one of the most difficult blogs I have ever written. Do you know why? Because I am sitting on the back sit of a car going almost sixty five miles an hour in the streets of New York. Every time the car hits a bump in the road, I just stop writing. So, bear with me if you find yourself reading it slowly, it's because it took me a long time to write....

Here I am again in New York for the eighth time in the last ten months. Isn't it crazy? Never in my wildest dreams as a young boy had I thought I would travel this much. Let's see. Since July 2005 I have traveled at least once every three months. I have been more than ten times to North Carolina, South Carolina, Kentucky, Ohio, and once to Dallas and to Vegas. You can add to that a trip to Mali, France, Burundi and recently to Rwanda (how can I forget this one?).

This trip was very emotional for many reasons. I made sure I appreciated every bit of it, because I am now turning the page. No more excessive traveling. In fact, this is my last one (don't worry, my name is still Journeyman). Did I say my last one? I was wrong. I will be in Ottawa in two weeks, and that will be the last one.

Why such a sudden decision, you may ask? Only because I want to change my name and be called Family Guy. My recent change in marital status made me realize that I can no longer live the life I was living (now I have good enough reasons to stay home if you know what I mean). That is not the only reason though. Almost all my trips, I have been going to conferences to listen to great speakers, coaches and trainers. I even had one on one conversations with celebrities and world changers (no wonder I am one of them now lol). All of them have made such a huge impact on my life. Even though I have been living on the edge and made sacrifices for this long, I won't regret any moment of it. I really learned from the best.

I am now starting a new chapter of my life. All these years, I have learned a thing or two. I have applied some of them in my life and made things happen when there was no way they could happen. It's time for me to share them with the world. I am going to dedicate my life to be of service doing stuff I love to do (there is no higher purpose). I have started coaching a couple of business owners, and my intention is to continue to do so. My blog is now read all over the world (a shout out to my new friends in New Zealand), I can now produce my radio show from home and I am about to publish my first book. Very soon, I will be leading my own seminars. What else can I ask for? Of course I have my own challenges, but I embrace them as they come, cause what doesn't kill you makes you stronger as my friend Kanye West stated it in one of his songs.

I really believe we can create our own lives and live by design. I have seen enough to believe so. All that it takes is a leap of faith and trust that there is a Guy Upstairs watching us and guiding us whenever we ask. I heard a guy saying that in the vision there is provision. Just go out and live your dream even when you don't know how it is going to happen. There is somebody who knows and He will make sure that you get it if you really want it so badly and don't give up (have I been listening to Jimmy Cliff or what?)


Moral of the story? Do you want to travel a lot? Just watch Family Guy cartoon and listen to Jimmy Cliff and you will go to New York.

Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman
pbizindavyi6@gmail.com
Twitter: @journeymanstory

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  1. You will make a great Family Guy AND still be a great Journeyman! Keep sharing your great adventures Patrick!

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