On Saturday I went to a small dance party. Outside, in the park. Two stages, one deep house and the other techno. I left home and decided to not take my bike. I went walking. It took me about half an hour but it was a nice walk. As I came closer to the park, I could hear the house music. It gave me goosebumps. House music is something you love or you hate. I know people who hate it. But I think I know why. These people don't like dancing (because they think they cannot do it). House music to me is great. It gives me energy, it makes me feel happy, it makes me feel love all the people who smile at me while I am dancing.
I went by myself, but I knew there were already some friends at the party. We met, we chatted, we danced, they had beer and I had water. The first few hours, I was wondering: Shall I have beer too? But I knew that if I was going to drink beer, that I could not make it to the Ashtanga Led Class at 8.30 AM the next morning. And I felt it in every cell of my body that I definitely wanted to go the the class, even though it was a Saturday and I was dancing at a party. So I decided to stay away from the beers. It was not so hard as I imagined, but that was merely because my friends didn't mention it. I know that if someone was asking me: 'Hey, why are drinking water, What is the matter? Are you sick? Pregnant? Boring?' that it bothers me. But this didn't happen.
A man next to me started talking to me. He said that this guy had been talking to him for an hour and that he was tired of it and he asked me if him and I could have a chat.
'Of course,' I said.
We chit-chatted a bit. He was funny and serious at the same time. He asked about my job.
I said that I didn't wanted to talk about work.
He asked why.
'Because it is Saturday and I am at a party.'
'Don't you like your job?' he asked.
'No, not so much,' I answered. ' But I have a plan.'
'Tell me about this plan of yours,' he said.
'I am going to continue to work this job for two years. Then I am going to quit and I am off to India for a few months to think about what I am going to do after that.' I smiled at him.
He looked at me if I was crazy and said: 'That is not a plan.'
'No, it is not. And besides, if you don't like your job, you should not stay there for two more years. You should leave in two months.'
I stopped smiling.
'You should have a plan.'
'I just told you my plan.'
'And I said, that is not a plan. You have to think about what you want to do. What you really want. And make it happen. Don't go to India to try to feel what you want to do. Start your plan now.'
I felt like I could cry. Somehow I worried he was right.