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My Journey to a Triple Celebration

Yesterday was Canada Day and celebrations were going on all over the place.

In our household, it was triple celebration. I am from Burundi, my wife is from Rwanda (both having July 1st as their Independence day), and our daughter was born Canadian. Can you imagine some years down the road, our daughter saying " Hi, my name is Skylar, my father is from Burundi, my mother is from Rwanda, but I am Canadian..". I think she should call herself United Nations. How about that?

Talking about Skylar, her new thing now is giving high fives when she is eating. It is so funny. By the time she finishes her food, we are down to about twenty high fives. My wife says Skylar is eating like her father. I think it is a compliment for our daughter.

We stayed home on the weekend watching movies. We watched all kinds of movies, but the one that was the most interesting was Sacha Baron Cohen's "The Dictator". It is so hilarious. Even now we are still laughing when we remember some of the scenes.

The long weekend came really handy after intense weeks of work. I have been working on a project that is taking all the energy that I have. It is an uphill climb, hopefully I will be able to pull it off soon. It is not easy to stay motivated and keep the course when life is throwing punches at you. I guess the secret is to punch back and get up every time we fall down.

While working hard on our success, I think it is good to celebrate the success of others. That is the case of my friend Jim who just started his own radio show, and Jamaal for his book launch this coming Thursday. Congrats my men. You both deserve all the success that is coming to you.

So, like me, if you are working on something that is challenging you, please do remember to take some time off and have fun while celebrating the success of your fellows.

Moral of the story? Do you want to have fun while working on your project? Just give high fives while eating your food and you will have a radio show.

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman

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