From facetime to bigtime

I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.”― Harun Yahya

The thought of experiencing this moment has kept me awake for the last past nights.

I knew this day would arrive.

The waiting time is finally over.

The excitement of this bubbling feeling made me break every time-record when I was biking home from campus. I felt like a bird who has learned how to fly, for the first time. The enlightenment of being able to think, breathe and write fuels me like never before. Logically speaking, I'm drained from all the hours spent doing monotonous work. But the thought of not having a plan in mind for the next weeks provides me an unusual feeling of encouragement. Ordinary life is on hold for a moment.

This is the moment I have desperately waited for.

My usual bike ride toward my favorite coffee was over in a blur. My luck continued when my favorite table was available and waiting for my daily presence. Few seconds passed before my heavy textbooks started to scream for my attention. But today is not their lucky day. I had to remind myself that ordinary life is on hold. But just for a moment.

Instead, I eagerly opened my laptop to start typing after a period of total absence from my passion. I had almost forgotten how pleasing it was to write and stare at the words appearing on the screen. Every word, every sentence, every paragraph provides me with an incredible enjoyment. It feels like rising up to a clear sky after a stormy night.

After finishing my second coffee and writing a couple paragraphs, I had to set my sails toward the airport. It's finally time to travel.

The waiting time is over.

It’s time to lock my home door behind me. This moment is gold by itself. It furnishes me with the feeling of something better to come. As the proverb, "when one door shuts, another opens".

My flight is later tonight, so I have plenty of time to continue writing during the train ride. While I'm staring at the beautiful Dutch landscape, a thought came to mind. Why do I love to travel as much as I do?

Some people see the glass half full. Others see it half empty. I see a glass that's twice as big as it needs to be.” ― George Carlin

It took a while before I came up with an answer to this question. But while I was entering my gate a glimpse of an explanation came to mind.

It's all about our perspectives. When we travel, we put our ordinary life through a magnifying glass. This critical view makes us ask ourselves questions about our current state. Since we are taking distance from our ordinary life, it stimulates us to think differently. Our perception of reality transforms when we lock our home door behind us. And again, our ordinary life is now set on hold. But just for a moment.

Creating different perspectives is a healthy process, that can lead to many moments of pure enlightenment. I had at least ten of these moments during the train ride alone. I can’t wait to get some more on the plane.

But our ordinary life is the assassin of perspectives. By involving ourselves in a linear life with the same routines we trap ourselves in the same perspective. But there must be a solution. Mine appeared by total coincidence for soon two years ago.

“No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.”  -H.P Lovecraft

Before I dig deep into this matter, I need to find my seat on this small and bad smelling Ryanair plan. It’s the fourth time this year that I found myself writing while at 10,000 meters above sea level. For everyone who writes out there, this is not something that I recommend to do. But let’s go back to my initial question. And no, I don’t need the discounted perfumes, thank you.

I create my perspectives by journalizing. 

For me, it's all about "from facetime to bigtime". This phrase represents the origins of my journalizing story.

All started back in February 2016 when I was living southern Spain.

One night, my best friend from Norway called me on facetime. He wanted to see my flat and I was glad to give him a tour.

Our flat tour came rapidly to an end because he had something decisive he wanted to share. Little did I know, that what was coming next would change the direction of my lives.

He told me about a dream he had the night before.

“I dreamed that we were walking in the city of Oslo’s during a warm summer night,” he said.

He continued; “But there is more; while we were walking we saw a stranger wearing something that we had made”. And the best part, the stranger was unaware that we were the ones behind the product he was wearing.

I love this dream. While I was listening to him, I daydreamed as it was happening in front of my eyes. It took me few minutes to ask him how we could make this possible. This was the start of our voyage. A voyage that represents everything that I stand for.

The rest is history. Fasting forward two years and our company is a reality and our dream became an actuality during the past summer.

To journalize gives you the possibility to travel back and forth in time. By journalizing you create new perspectives and keep yourself tangible. You will be able to re-experience your process and keep track of your past viewpoint. I always scroll back to that February night before everything happened. It gives me the necessary fuel for my next move. It reminds me of my journalizing voyage, and how grateful I should be.

By journalizing, you will be able to travel back and forth in time.

My flight has now landed. It feels great to leave the small cabin and breath in the Mediterranean December air. It’s time to enjoy a proper cup of cappuccino and wrap up this stream of consciousness.

This is your perfect moment. You can now finally loosen up your shoulders. Let your thoughts flow toward something that you love doing. Responsibilities from your ordinary life are now set on hold. But only for a limited amount of time. So, what is your journalizing phrase?

Happy Holidays and all the best to you in the year to come!

“Journal writing is a voyage to the interior.” ― Christina Baldwin