Before we move on to understand why life moves in full-circle, first and foremost, we have to look back at what brings us back to where we came from.
What is it?
Are my reasons to circle back to a familiar place to find some kind of comfort?
Is this something that can help restore an inner peace? Or do we revert back to an old or more comfortable setting so that our surface mind can think about greater tasks at hand?
Notes from the Neighborhood – Home
Home . . .
What a great word this is.
Home. This is a word worth saying again.
The dictionary says that home is a place where someone lives. I say there is more to this. I say there’s more to a home than where we live. I say home is more than where you hang your hat. Then again, the dictionary also says that home is a place or institution for people in need of care or professional supervision.
Well?
Guilty as charged.
Notes from the Neighborhood – Introduction
This has been a long time coming, I suppose. These journals of mine have grown into a collection and, to me, these collections are maps, details and descriptions of changes which have taken place in my life. This is something which has taken shape and grown, just like a child who grows from an infant to a teen and from a teen to a young adult
This has become my baby as well as a piece of my heart.
This has become an outlet to me or a porthole that allows me to escape from the bullshit and the everyday norm. But there’s more.
These journals have become a way to reach you on a daily basis and keep me safe in a place which I have created, especially for us.
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Seven: Finally, Why?
Why?
This will be my last entry in this journal. What better way to finish this journal than with a look back on the birth of our greatest freak outs and meltdowns and
think about why they happened.
In fairness, I do not always know why we freak out. But at the same time, if we think about this and look at this honestly, we know exactly why we freak out. We know why we run or why we hide or fail ourselves. It’s true . . .
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Seven: When
When?
This is a great word. It’s a great question as well and a hopeful one at that.
Now that we are facing the close of this journal and since we have been talking about the rebirth of sanity, the question “when?” is an important one to ask. When is a pivotal word in a sense and a word that I have been on either side of for a very long time.
When?
At what time or at what point?
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Seven: Answering the “What?” Question
I asked a question yesterday.
If you remember, I asked “where are you?”
Today, I find myself asking another question
What are you doing?
What did you do?
What have you done?
In answer to any of the above, was any of this loyal to you?
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Seven: Location, Location, Location
I am coming to a close here. But before I end this journal and move on to the next, Phase Seven will be my closing before I send it out deeper into the universe.
But before I go, I have a few questions.
Where are you now?
I don’t mean where you are, as in your location or what state, what county, or what town. No, I mean where are you really?
Where are you with any of this?
Where are you with life as you know it?
And yes, I can say that life is definitely a trip.
I can say that we’re all on a journey and that without any question, the scenery is everything.
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Six: Unfinished Business
As I find myself on the verge of a new chapter, I can see the choices of my past which have left me with some unresolved tensions. I can also see how this has left me with a sense of incompleteness. This is a strange feeling to say the least. It’s surreal too, as if to be one of those moments when everything is happening at a thousand miles an hour yet there’s something so absolutely still at the same time. I can compare this to falling in slow-motion, which is not in slow-motion at all because (of course) you know that you’re falling; but at the same time, there’s this weird presence of mind that takes place, as if to say, “Holy shit! This is really happening.”
Last night, I drove home after a long day of working alone. I was somewhat isolated and somewhat segregated away from the rest of the world, which is hardly the way anyone should have to spend their Sunday.
I was thinking about the words, “Unfinished business.”
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Six: About My What I Do
For the record, I do not like the words, “Motivational Speaker.”
I don’t like to associate myself with this because, to me, I think this is more about ego.
I don’t mind being called a speaker. I don’t mind the presentations; although no one believes me, but to be clear on this, I am absolutely petrified before I speak. I have panic attacks. I’ve had my share of vomiting fits before entering a room.
I say this to people but no one believes me. I have social and general anxiety disorder. I have a fear of public speaking. I’m afraid that I look or sound stupid or idiotic. But that being said . . .
The Rebirth of Sanity – Phase Six: In Relation to Size
I have been thinking about how big things may seem yet, in the grand scheme of it all, our life is so small. But we make it a “big deal” because, to us, the moment is too huge to see our way around it.
I get that. And I’m sure that you do too.
But life is filled with tips and lessons. I swear, this is true.
The Written Addiction 