The Ramblings of the Titanium Don
Explorations of Conscious Reality Creation, Mindfulness, and Other Matters
One of my favorite books is The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho. I have read it more than once, and listened to it countless times (the audio book is brilliantly narrated by Jeremy Irons). Nothing I have ever read has resonated with me like The Alchemist. Doesn’t matter if we’re talking fiction or non-fiction, this book speaks to me like no other. It is not a long book. But it is very, very deep. Although it is a work of fiction,
Last week I came up with a new mantra for my life and my goals: The fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. I gain more than I lose when I act upon my dreams. Fear is the mind killer, and I am not afraid. Do or do not. Remember that there is no spoon. I have managed to memorize this, but truthfully it’s a tad long. I believe that I have mentioned previously that I have hired
What am I so afraid of? This is the question that has haunted me for most of my life. Unlike many of my fellow Americans who can point to this thing or that which they live in fear of, I fear a number of intangibles. Since this is my more personal blog posting, let me get personal here. I have been in and out of therapy for most of my life. My parents divorced when I was 5, and this
Sometimes I am far better at the planning than I am at the actual doing. “Don’t plan the plan if you can’t follow through.” – Dr. Horrible. The thing about plans is that they are nothing but words. Without action they are nothing but ideas. I can plan until I am blue in the face, but unless I take action I have nothing but ideas here. This is why I began to take New Year’s Actions, rather than resolutions. What
Frequently I have claimed to suffer from ADOS. ADOS = Attention Deficit…Oooooooooh, Shiny! (I do not claim this phrase as my own, someone else I know put it out there, not me – but I use it rather a lot). This is not so much a medical disorder, as it is an inability to focus or keep one’s eyes on the prize or to get pulled in a million directions or… Be right back. Something else has my attention at
We’re all familiar, I think, with the phrase, “I love it when a plan comes together!” Conversely, though, nobody is fond of when the plan falls apart. What do you do when your best laid plans go pfffffffft around you? As with anything else in life, you have a choice. You can lament your failed plan, moan about it, whine about it, get upset and angry and kick at the stones along the way…or you can accept the lesson learned
Where does the time go when it’s not around here? Ever feel like you are always chasing time? Like no matter what you do, there is seldom enough or it runs out or expires or what-have-you? Of course, it doesn’t help that time is completely and totally subjective. The great scientist Albert Einstein famously said, “Time is an illusion.” Douglas Adams even expanded upon that in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy with “Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.”
There is a fine line between narcissism and self-promotion. The former is when absolutely everything is all about YOU, and in no way beneficial to anyone else. A narcissist practically screams, “Look at me! LOOK AT ME! See the things I am doing? Pay attention to me!” The latter is somewhat about you, but it is also about sharing. There is some benefit for other people. A self-promoter says, “Hey, I did this thing. Please take a look at it.
I feel as if I live in multiple worlds sometimes. See if this is familiar for you in any way. First, there is Professional Me. I hold a job, I pay my bills, I do the necessary things one does to live in this society. I also happen to be involved in civics, as I serve as President of a local Chamber of Commerce. Second, there is Author Me. I keep this blog, I write and edit novels. I constantly
I am something of a modern Renaissance Man. First and foremost, I am a writer. Almost five years ago I began Pathwalking. This is my personal philosophy on how to choose my own destiny, so that I might live the life I most desire to have. I started Positivity more than two-and-a-half years ago. One Monday morning all I saw was lamentation for the new week, and a deluge of negative posts across social media. So I decided that I