Rule No.102 - learning what you don't want to do is the next best thing to figuring out what you do want to do.

I don't want to eat tomatoes. I don't want to feel broken hearted. I don't want to cut my hair. I don't want to miss opportunities. I don't want to have TimTams alone on the balcony. I don't want to stop painting and I really don't want listen to my head anymore.

How do I know all this? Because I have experienced it and from there made a decision that I didn't like it, moving me closer to what I do like. I now know that I like creamy tomato soup, I like me best with long hair instead of short, I love sharing TimTams on the balcony. I want to paint, often. I will hear my head out, but will go with what my heart says.

Most importantly, I will take each and every opportunity. This way, I keep learning what I do and don't want!

Comments

Bahati said…

As the french proverb says"appetite comes when you are eating" then that's true for most things we did not like initially. when you never experienced something or never showed interest to something, it's easy to never like something. When I first watched Rugby, I thought i would never like the game. The more I watched games played, I started getting interested and now I do want to play Rugby.

22 May 2012 at 23:58

Suze said…

Totally true, except when it comes to me and tomatoes!! I have tried and tried and tried, I still can't like them ;) Thank you Bahati

25 May 2012 at 03:31

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