I recently chopped my hair off. I haven’t had hair this short since I was 24 and it was a bit weird, looking in the mirror at a familiar look, a look of earlier times. But with this familiarity came a face that looks…well…thirty. Don’t worry I’m not going to go down that annoying road of pretending that thirty is old and woe on about the death of my youth. While looking at this face, freshly exposed by the lack of hair, I do notice a couple of things. First, my skin is changing as skin does. But my face
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Eleven years ago, as a spritely, bubbling and somewhat naive non-adult, I leapt into the world of business by starting a hair salon with a girlfriend. Armed with no experience and a ton of ideas, we went for it as dreamers sometimes do. Like many decisions I made in my teens, the gravity and potential consequences of such choices comes later when the inevitability of reality strikes, which is never at the beginning when it all just seems like sunshine and awesome. During the construction and creation phase, we worked day and night and the stress that fuelled my action
When will you arrive? How will you know? Will there be a deep feeling of satisfaction? A certain number in your bank account or on your pay check? Maybe you’ll fit into your wedding dress again. Perhaps it’s when the grief is over, your final paper is submitted, the bankruptcy is done, the kids have made it through college, the addition on your house is complete. Or maybe it’ll be when you master that new move, stop waking up feeling tired, get laid, get hired, get enlightened. What’s your arrival point? Do you have one? Most of us do, if
Making a Living. Making a Killing. Let’s let them settle into our skin and feel what’s there when wearing them. When someone makes a living, it’s modest, it’s what helps them live, pay the bills, feed the kids. When someone makes a killing, it’s huge…they’re cleaning up…it’s exciting, dumbfounding…wow, that’s a lot of money! They KILLED it! But fiscally, in terms of pure numbers, there may not actually be such a discrepancy. I see these terms being more about the act behind the result, a living not necessarily being less nor a killing being more. I am interested in the spirit of
So I read this book…That conference was amazing…Our conversation was just what I needed…Can you believe this documentary? So Inspiring! Inspiration. Deep refreshing breaths that compel you into action. EXPANSIVE MIND, JUICED UP ENERGY, EXPLOSIVE POSSIBILITY. Yes Yes Yes. Let’s do this, let’s do this. Oh this is getting hard, sticky, boring, confrontational. This uphill climb with challenge after issue after roadblock…must not be meant to be…or it would be easy right? I just need to get back in the game, I just need to get inspired again…read something, tweet something, facebook oh facebook give me the hit I need
I was freaked out and annoyed. She was overwhelmed and exasperated.I was entitled. She was bitchy. I was shocked. She was ashamed. I was gathering my courage. She apologized. And from there we fumbled, stumbled, listened, shared and rocked that conversations like a couple of adults who give a shit. At the first stage of caring, it’s all about me. Selfish care. My wants, my needs, my view. Me me me. But before we point and scream ‘Narcissist!’…this stage of caring is crucial. It sets the foundation for the next stage of caring. Us. Our Care. My family, my community, my country. My peeps, yo. What’s important to us matters, let’s
Gone are the days when cigarettes and direction-less rebellion make you hot news. If you’re congratulating yourself on your $800 handbag and turning your nose up at your neighbour, you’re stuck in the 90′s. cynicism so passée. If you’re just looking out for yourself, you’re about as uncool as those kids you sat next to in home-room who yelled out the answers with enthusiasm. Things are gettin’ real here on this planet of ours. Waking up is happening all over the place. Wanna role with the cool crowd? Get out there. Lead something. Give a shit.
The world we live in and the commonly held view of work and career is utterly confusing to me. Cash is king and we bow before him as though the crumbs of happiness he tosses at our feet are worth more than the myriad paths in the rolling hills of destiny just beyond those palace doors. Our collective cultural station and view is baffling. We work our asses off at jobs we dislike or even loath in order to make more money than we would doing something that we actually enjoy. But then, with our brilliant logic, we hope that
If you happened to read Those Crazy Bitches, that I posted last week. You may be interested in Dancing with Fury, a follow up article that explores practical emotional development… http://beamsandstruts.com/articles/item/691-dancing-with-fury Enjoy!
On my bike ride today, while mostly on side streets with views of trees and charming houses whizzing by, I still managed to take in a few taglines on advertisements that act as perfect content for the topic of instant gratification and its direct conflict with real growth.“Don’t wait for payday. Get cash now” “She lost 50 lbs. in 3 ½ weeks.” “Because life doesn’t wait for a cold.” With all of the promises for instant change and happiness, appealing to our desperate selves, it seems that a realistic claim about change is just not going to get our attention.