Patience and trusting in my heart and soul guidance!
Never mind live outside the box, smash it to smithereens and go create the life you really breathe in your heart and soul. 🙂
The dream unfolds as you live it, one step at a time. Anything is possible!
Overlooking the Florianópolis beach in Brazil, South America
“How do you manage to travel so f**king much??” people often ask me.
“I just work and save up for a few months, then fly out somewhere,” I answer. “With the exception being Antarctica, of course. Since I am no scientist, and since my set of skills as a writer/blogger/travel agent are in no great demand in Antarctica, no plane was ever going to take me there. So a cruise ship was my only option. But that’s a story for another time.”
They look at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Look, if you are looking for a mythical key to the world, then I’m sorry, but I gotta tell you; there is none!” I tell them. “The real key to travel is much simpler than that. Simple, yet one hell of a challenge.”
They still look at me like they haven’t a…
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We all want to be truly heard, so stop giving advice and just listen!
One day, lamenting the fact that my hands were in so much pain I could not finish coloring a page in my snazzy new adult coloring book, I was met with this unsolicited advice:
My hands hurt, too, but I just take my time and if it takes me a week to color a page then it takes me a week. Remember, it’s not the destination, it’s the journey.
Cool story, bro, but you’re going to have to take your candy coated zen master bullshit elsewhere because I’m telling you my hands hurt. I’m telling you that these hands used to wedge clay and spend hours at the pottery wheel without so much as a cramp or an ache. Now, there are days that I can’t open a pickle jar.
These hands used to garden and grate and chop and slice and type and write and color and do all…
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If I had a pound for every time in the past I've felt frustrated and disillusioned, or heard somebody else frustrated because the thing that they want/desire/dream of, that goal that they're working on just hasn't manifested yet, I'd have a nice little nest egg. For sure my dream trip around the World would already… Continue reading Seeds of Change – Where’s The Harvest?
Feeling the fear and blogging anyway.
Blame it on too many years as a student, but any venture I take part in, I look for themes. The search for themes often takes place in subconscious gatherings, until my mind pieces together all the parts and comes to a new conclusion.
Recently, I’ve found some themes in the blogosphere that sit uncomfortably in my heart. Two major themes I’ve found tied together in the blogging world lately are: the fear of authenticity and the need to apologize for real life.
In the middle of 2013, I read several “exposé” articles from well-loved blogs. These posts shed the aesthetic perfectionism seen featured on most blogs today, and the bloggers unabashedly shared photography and stories from their real day-to-day lives.
You know, real life: messy life. The ‘I just got home from work and my make-up wore off hours ago‘ life. The laundry baskets are overflowing…
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