This September its been 9 years since I have been in London. What started as a step forward to my dream, hope among family turmoil turned out be a nightmare (well, not all the time) But I have been exposed to the worst cirumstances in life especially in the last two years! you hear stories of people gone from rugs to riches; once homeless, so broke you go to the supermarket and eat your food in the alley. Things I would rather put in the past.
When you thought it wouldn't get any worse, this year I lost my dear dad (its so painful!) So much regret for things said, not said or done!
You for him am going to pick myself up and rise or high you can see me shining from the space station (Dream big, treasured lesson from my father). Indeed, he had big dreams, he may not have attained them all as he planned but he passed on to his daughter that she maybe the the dreamer who sailed through her goals.
When you lose someone close, you never realise how dear they were, and you wish you had told them or made them feel special. You also realise life is too short, you can not waste it being angry. Instead live every minute, hold on to the people and moments that take your breath away.
100 days starts next Tuesday, goals on the right. If I make through it immediate goals, it will be my first step forward.
Another sunny warm day in London, weather like this keeps the mind motivated. Am using it to complete lots of work and work on ideas. 
