Whenever I'm writing, I've got a candle lit, in remembrance of little Timmy and what those monsters did to him. Okay, Timmy's fine, jk, but I've definitely got a candle going at my desk.
I’m so far along in my growth journey, I’m pretty much unemployable.
Am I living my best life? Are you? I’m very proud of what I’ve accomplished; 7,000 people have downloaded one of my books; that’s probably my best stat. But if I were to base my life on stats alone, I am an abject failure. Am I happy? Mostly, until I focus on the numbers.
I’ve come a long way mentally, being one of those people who have tried to level up their mind; for someone who was very dysregulated and dysfunctional, I am proof that people can grow and become and improve.
I enjoy my days, but I lack in two areas: I am very inactive, and I struggle to socialise. Not that I’m bad at it; I just get terrible social anxiety.
Both of these things improve when I use those muscles; when I get out there and show myself, it becomes easier, and when I exercise more, I have more energy to be active.
Most of the time, I’m trying to avoid rather than lean into these issues. The question is whether I let these things atrophy and get worse, or do I put in systems and processes to ensure I do the things that truly count.
How about you, are you lacking in parts of your life? And what, if anything, should you do about it?
We’ve been eating Macca’s a lot lately; now they have put one just down the road from us. I’m living on Coke and double cheeseburgers. Living close to fast food is both a blessing and a curse; some would say just a curse, but we save on petrol.
I haven’t had a good conversation with anyone I’m not related to in months; I blame myself for not being playful enough. If you want good conversation, you have to make a game out of it; otherwise, it’s a dry old biscuit you have to endure rather than enjoy. It’s either that, or people are lame.
Patient presenting as a 49-year-old hetero male, no real job, claims to write for a living, human avoidant; although he has a good relationship with his wife and children, he barely leaves the house. Although he is positive he will stick at his latest endeavour of putting out a heap of short thoughts to his blog on Wednesdays, and sending out an email of said short thoughts on Thursday, he generally changes direction every four to six weeks when he realises people aren’t interested in his current project/endeavour.
I have instructed the patient to give his current project time before pivoting, at least six months, to go for a short walk every day with his dog, to try and make one phone call a day, and visit one person outside the house every week.
At times in my personal growth journey, I’ve been insufferable; you would think it would be a linear process of growth, but focusing on yourself can make you self-absorbed, and you can go backwards before you go forwards.
I'm still having dreams of doing my fifth year of Year 12, and I'm fifty next year. I wake up embarrassed for myself: why haven't I graduated yet?
Passed a kidney stone this week; first one I didn't have to go to the hospital to get removed, it just popped out the end of my pizzle. Bit stingy...
The sleep habits of my family are fairly unique. We go to bed around 6pm, and get up when the only ones awake are ghosts and witches. We were first in line for the new Maccas because no one else was up at 5am, that, or they didn't care about being first in line at the new McDonald's.
I'm terrible with instruction booklets; I don't know if the problem lies with the creators of these manuals or my soft, gooey brain.
I was putting in a doggy door last week, and I inevitably got to the point where I felt I had to look at the manual, not my style, but I was stuck.
It wasn't helpful because it didn't have big pictures with numbers.
A few days later, my wife gave it a go, then headed back to the hardware store to get some advice.
She came home with a novel idea, one I should have thought of but never crossed my mind: look for a how-to YouTube video, problem solved!
Don't forget, guys, when putting something together, that you probably don't have to read the shitty instructions; there's generally a YouTube video that will show you what you have to do.