Explorations of Conscious Reality Creation, Mindfulness, Nontoxic Positivity, and More
Reveling in the Joy Of Missing Out Currently, I’m reading a book called Flux: 8 Superpowers for Thriving in Constant Change by April Rinne. Since I’m a firm believer in the truth that change is the one and only constant in the universe, a book about the nature of change (or, as the book addresses it, flux) speaks to me. Also, employing it to thrive is very much in line with my values and beliefs. As I was reading this
It really is that simple. Who are you? That can be an incredibly loaded question. Who you are might not be a simple, singular answer, either. This might or might not be familiar to you: At work, you put on a specific mask, attitude, and persona. When you’re with family, the face you wear and the person you project is who they expect you to be. With friends, depending on the group, you’re the clown or the voice of reason.
Pause, reflect, and consider before you try again. Probably my all-time favorite quote is from Yoda: “Try not. Do or do not. There is no try.” What this means is not that you shouldn’t try something, but rather that the energy you give to that something must be whole-hearted. If you approach the thing you plan to “try” with resignation, defeat, and no expectation of making it happen, why bother? But if, instead, you approach the thing you plan to
Because only you can – and it’s way bigger than you probably think it is. I’ve been working to find, choose, and/or create my own path for nearly thirteen-and-a-half years. As I’ve explored what goes into this, I’ve shared all sorts of ideas, concepts, and tools that have helped me to become calmer, more centered, more balanced, and frankly happier in my life. Over the course of this effort, the inescapable truth I come up against is this: Change is
The choices and decisions all belong to you. The world is crazy. Spend any time reading the news, scrolling social media, or even walking around any given neighborhood, and the uncertainty, fear, and constant reminders of division/separation feel like they dominate everything. The narrative of the collective consciousness, if you are at all attuned, feels unnecessarily dark. It feels like people are rejecting kindness, compassion, and empathy en masse. Messages about how they make you weak and unworthy are screamed
Life is all about learning, experiencing, potential, and possibilities. No, I’m not about to get all spiritual on you or otherwise hooky-spooky. This is not some impractical, pie-in-the-sky idealism I’m sharing. This is drawing back the curtains and opening the blinds to really, truly see what’s out there. Almost all the ideas of lack, scarcity, and insufficiency are bullshit. They’re not true, they just exist because someone is trying to make money, control people and things, or are based on
You choose how you approach things after you’ve made a mistake. I totally fucked up. All the formatting was done, my next book had been uploaded to multiple sources. It was available for pre-order. I had the audiobook submitted for approval. Ads were being run. And yet, I made a mistake. I thought I’d uploaded the final proof to Amazon. Apparently, I did not. The preorder was cancelled. After an initial panic, I did my best to work out what
The process is how you achieve a given goal. I’ve been postulating for a while now that the Meaning of Life is this: TO LIVE. That means to experience all that life has to offer, take an active interest in who, what, where, how, and why you are, and make choices and decisions to drive your experiences. The more I analyze and explore this idea, the more I’m convinced that TO LIVE is the Meaning of Life. The grand and
The narrative around “the other” is a bullshit concept. Everyone has bad days. Everyone. All the people you know and don’t know experience shit happening. Nobody on the entire planet lives a life free of pain, challenges, and/or suffering. Nobody. Human beings are unique animals. That’s largely because we can create things that allow us to overcome the environment, limitations of distance, communications, and all sorts of other matters that no other animal can overcome. Whatever you’re reading this on
Sleepers aren’t necessarily dreamers and are never doers. I know people who have lucid, involved, detailed dreams. They tell me about crazy happenings they experience when they sleep. I rarely remember my dreams. Once in a very great while, something lingers from my sleep, but more often than not, dreams elude me. Over the past decade-plus, this idea has come into the collective consciousness where being “woke” is somehow a bad thing. What does that even mean? People use the
