You are afraid to fly and your plane hits turbulence. You grab a hold of the armrest as tight as you can and focus all your mental energy keeping the plane aloft. Five minutes later, you fly out of the storm, and the Captain informs everyone it is smooth sailing from here.
Good think you were there.
It seems silly to think about but too often we think we can just avoid every bump in the road in this life with enough wishful thinking.
Spending too much time on Facebook or Twitter? How about Netflix or Reddit?
When I catch myself distracting myself, in these moments, I realize one of two things:
There can be a physical reason or an emotional reason holding you back from doing the thing you should be doing. Something is holding you back from perfecting your craft or your art.
Often the story we inform ourselves makes us more tired. And then we sabotage ourselves by staying up later than we should. The battle starts within.
Something happens, a rock is thrown into our pond, causing ripples. Then it happens again. And again. Our thought patterns are ripples upon ripples.
We can react to each rock that is thrown in or we can instead just observe it.
How much of our stress and anxiety is really just caused by something we think is going to be the end of the world for us?
Everything we do is related to avoiding that stress. Instead of avoiding the discomfort, we can choose to lean into it.
The rain has come and it has ruined your plans. You are now stuck, livid that you can’t do the thing you wanted to do.
Except the rain didn’t force you to have a bad mood. That was your mind at work.
A brain is a tool. It can solve math equations, pay bills, remember directions, and so on. The mind is different. The mind runs wild. It wanders aimlessly. A genetic flaw. You can’t control your mind if it decides to have a bad mood because of some rain. But you can choose to sing in the rain, and we all know how much better that sounds.
It’s called Singing in the Rain. Not stomping our feet wishing things would be different.
Sitting through a timeshare seminar for a free lunch isn’t the best use of our time when we think about all the other things we could be doing.
Signing up for Facebook seems like it costs nothing when you sign up until you realize how many hours are spent wasting our time.
Netflix is eight bucks per month but could be 100 plus hours of your attention after.
Cost is more than just price. It is the time spent deciding on a purchase or the attention it steals after. There’s maintenance. There is an opportunity (if I spend money here, I can’t spend it somewhere else). Keep in mind a dollar also represents your time too.
I don’t imagine Johannes Guttenburg inventing the printing press thinking, “I am going to change the world.”
Maybe he did. More likely, he was too deep into tinkering with the device, marketing it, getting it into the hands of those who can spread his work, arguing with scribes who were upset they were losing their job…
We often times don’t really see the impact we make until farther down the road. And even then, there are echoes of what we do that are felt through the generations.
There are more people we impact than we realize. Act accordingly.
The warrior does not set out to get from A to B as quick as possible. On the contrary, she puts herself on paths that stretch her and put her out of her comfort zone. She does this to learn from each experience.
No experience is ever wasted if we use it as a teaching moment. We can remember this if we are looking at the past with regret.
Now that you know better, you can change the course.
It’s fascinating that human beings are able to climb every single mountain on earth without supplemental oxygen.
Think about that for a second.
Mount Everest is 29,032 feet. In comparison, Olympus Mons on Mars, the largest/tallest mountain in our solar system, is 69,648 feet.
It makes me think we have evolved to be able to handle any challenge that may come our way here.
One constant force that is part of the human condition is problem-solving. There is always another problem to solve.
The idea that we can solve the final problem, the problem that solves all others, is ridiculous.
Inbox zero is nice but don’t expect that is the end of email.
If we solved all our problems, there wouldn’t be anything left that makes life interesting. The hard, while uncomfortable, is preciously the point.
Currently, I am sitting here typing at my computer.
Where is that?
In my home.
Where is that?
In Sandy.
Where is that?
Salt Lake County.
Where is that?
In Utah.
Where is that?
In the United States.
Where is that?
In the western hemisphere.
Where is that?
On earth.
Where is that?
Part of the Milky Way Galaxy.
Where is that?
Part of the universe, I suppose.
Where is that?
The universe? I don’t know.
I can’t answer where the universe is which means I can’t answer where I am. How can we know anything or what is or how it got here if I can’t even answer the simple question of where am I?
Indeed, it is a conundrum. Everything I know is from the perspective of “me.” Which is quite ignorant even if I pretend I am not.
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