I used to plan a lot. It brought a sense of control over my day, but only that. Things inevitably pop up and then I had two problems: an unfulfilled plan and this new thing that wasn’t in my plan. Instead now I’m more about the mindset and taking things moment by moment.
In the first time for a long time I asked someone to pray for me. When I resort to prayer I’m ashamed to say that sometimes… Read more “When You Ask Someone to Pray for You”
he titles, the approval, the compliments that come from the belt promotions, they all make me feel good inside. The approval that I can’t quite give myself, because I have to learn the impulses that have been conditioned into me for decades now. I am not ashamed to admit it, but I am still a little afraid.
But I remember triumphs too where my feet have taken me — things like a personal record in a 10K race that I barely finished the first time around, to the steep slopes of Mt. Snow for adventure races. I remember the beautiful moments like from walking down the aisle to see the most beautiful man of my life to mundane moments like grabbing an irresponsible amount of eggs and vodka for a New Years’ party, RSVP numbering just two. All of these moments have involved my feet.
No one knows what they are doing. So do it anyway.
If there is more than one task, I’ll think about writing it down. If the activity is amorphous like “read the news,” I’ll set a time in which I should stop doing the activity so as to not get distracted.
The graveyard of my unfinished projects is sprawling and solemn. I haven’t thought about some of these projects in so long that weeds have grown where these… Read more “Consistency is My Enemy”