There is a trace of snow on the ground. It’s not much but there is enough snow to blanket the ground.
I am awake (obviously) and up much earlier than most people are, which is not unusual for me. I have come here, to the window in my loft and sit for the moment before the daybreak occurs. I have armed myself with a cup of coffee to enjoy this moment of silence. I have come here to share a minute with you before the day takes off. The snowfall is enough to illuminate the ground just before the sunrise. I can hear the heat coming up too, which clicks and clacks, and helps me to fit the mood.
The scene is pretty enough to match the sentiment of where we are, now, and trying to find the answer to the inevitable question, which is, “Where do we go from here?”
The Internal Bully
Everything we do or see throughout our life has had an impact on the way we think, the way we feel, and the way we act or respond.
There is an internal voice within us all, which we talk to and interact with. This is the internal narrative, which in many cases is the voice of something unresolved in our memory.
This is the whisper in our thoughts that creates doubt and concern. This is the idea that causes us to be overly cautious and overly protective of us to the point that we shut ourselves down or cut ourselves off from the chance of a new understanding.
A Quick Trip
I have decided to take it back a notch, just to relax, just to think about a place, or wait no, just to think about a trip I took a while back. I stayed at a small beat up motel one block from the beach down in Ft. Lauderdale.
I am not thinking about the reason for my trip or the actual aspects of the trip itself.
No, I’m thinking about the beach and the white sand, the hot sun on my face, the palm trees and the smell of the ocean. I am thinking about the sunrise walks I took along the shore and the colors that spread out across the horizon. It’s amazing, isn’t it? it amazes me that beauty exists even in troubled times, if we look for it, that is.
Life Volume 1: Matching Intensity
Time teaches all lessons and none is more important than this; always match intensity. In the case of friendships, match intensity.
In the case of love and romance, match intensity. In the case of business or business partners and acquaintances with new ventures or meetings about new acquisitions, match intensity.
Always remain an equal partner to avoid the lopsided feeling of giving too much of yourself without an appropriate return.
The Change Before the Change
Since everyone is still talking about the “New Year/New Me” ideas, I think it might be helpful to discuss a few tricks when it comes to a transformational change.
The truth of the matter is we cling to habits. At least, I do. The truth is most people have a usual routine.
Consider the first thing you do when you wake up in the morning. Some look at the clock. Some look at their phone. Either way, most people have their morning rituals and daily routines.
In All Honesty: The Truth About The Idea Machine
Here it is, the first day of the New Year. It is the year, 2020 which is not to be confused with the description of perfect or “Normal” vision of 20/20. No this is just the first day of the New Year, which is really no different from any other day—it’s just a different name. That’s all.
Truth is I am like anyone else down here on Project Earth. The fact remains that I just want to live, feel, be, think, and breathe to the best of my ability.
I am like anyone and everyone else in this world, in which case, I mean there are times when I am lost or scared or confused, which is fine to be honest, because pretending to be otherwise is not always beneficial.
Stream of Consciousness: Here Comes The New Year
There is no time for New Year’s resolutions. Not today. Or should I say at least, “Not for me.”
I am reminded of a line from a song that says, “The revolution will not be televised.”
This is not to say that I am looking for a revolution or the need to revolt nor am I entering my plea for political attention; however, I am showing the need for change.
The Kid Brother Chronicles
I was the youngest in my house. I was the little brother too and the one, always trying to tag along, and always poking the bear, so to speak, and always crying after I took the beating, which I probably instigated.
It is true, I was the little one and yes, it is also true that being the little one led to certain unfortunate things.
This led me to things like dead-arms or dead-legs, which is literally when someone punches you in the arm or leg.
Letters From A Son: 30 Years Ago Today
A lot happens in 30 years.
I was awake last night, asking myself about the things I have done and the places I’ve been to since this day back in 1989. I was only a kid then. I thought about the people and the places I’ve seen and how I swore that I would never see them again, but yet, fate does what fate does. Suffice to say that life has its own rhythm. Suffice to say that so do I and so do you. Life is funny down here on Project Earth.
Panic Mode
I used to react to everything. Or, more accurately, it would be better to say I used to overreact to everything. But such is life with anxiety disorders. This is the struggle I had between rational and irrational thinking.
I used to have panic attacks.
Ever have one?
The Written Addiction 