Yo, a truly fantastic week.
Nothing extraordinary happened. I just feel more…me. Does that make sense to you? The pace of modern life is a struggle for me man. I get so lost inside these manufactured deadlines, this incessant haste that leads nowhere substantial. Fell, for the longest time, into that rushed void of hurried mornings, meals where you don’t actually chew the food, exhausting yourself every fucking day. For what bro?
No stress.
These days I am slowing down. Eyes on what matters. Which, for the avoidance of doubt, is staying healthy, doing good, challenging work at a sustainable pace, eating good nutritious food, partaking in community.
In return for this swim against the tide, I am gaining confidence in myself. I feel like a human being who is creative and resilient. Learning to trust my own mind again. In fact, my mind seems to be working for the first time in a while. I can think!
It’s all great. Truly. And this isn’t even a denial of the bad. I’m just choosing to not spotlight nastiness.
The good.
Killed my schedule this week. Not perfect, but good.
Daily midday rest was changed to a daily walk. Loving it.
Leaned into my intuition. Moved with a bit more confidence in self.
My audacity is returning. Ambition too. That is such a gift. I’m hyped as hell.
Every day this week I saw at least one person I love.
All in all man, can’t complain.
Have a restful weekend. And stay jiggy, like my butt.
