The ease with which we forget our own effectiveness is underwhelmingly overwhelming.
For some reason, there’s an innate ability in humans to overlook the effects we have on the people around us.
It’s said so often in many different ways.
It occurred to me this morning that each different way of saying something is like a different language. We can all essentially say the same things: I
play while reading
I just need someone to leave me alone
someone who doesn’t call for 3 or 5 days
someone to make me wonder
i need to wonder.
A quick dance with myself
makes me wonder
Have you ever been
somewhere that elated you?
Where are you?
do you ever stop and recognize where you are? not your place, but where you’ve come to be, who you’ve come to be?
“You can’t mess with presence,” were the words of my friend Lane tonight. (who is an amazing biohacker and Bulletproof coach!)
It’s valid, she’s completely right. Accessing
There is a hole in a wall that has always been
like a log underwater where a fish lives
it’s always been and always will
He can swim through the darkness or not
Does a fish know he swims in water?
Go to work, hear the tones, do the job, listen some more, eat your lunch, drive your car, breath, do it again.
I was speaking with a friend yesterday about scheduling. I’m not very type A but she
What we think of ourselves is often either tragically skewed from the truth of who we are, or desperately undervalued from how others see us.
What is it that keeps us from being what we dream we can be?