If there’s only one benefit with waking up early, as you peer through the obscuring trees of your mind’s doubts telling you to go back to sleep, it’s getting your shot to advance at something. Maybe it’s preparing for an interview, attending a meeting with an important customer, or refining a skill. I’ve found that my motivations to rise to any challenge of getting any shot goes away when I sleep in. Why is that?
Anything can be stressful, it’s just a matter of preventing those stressful thoughts from lingering in your mind. Let’s use a cooking analogy: your mind is like an oven. That oven “holds” your interpretations of past thoughts, heats new thoughts that you’re working on, and prepares future thoughts you’d like to try. The unfortunate thing is that your mind’s oven doesn’t have a way to prevent you from cooking stressful, negative memories. Or does it?
In recent weeks I’ve celebrated solving organizational situations within my office, “Zeal,” so let’s brainstorm possible resolutions to a conflict actively prevented progress in my organizational process. I grew up with the impression that notes and the paper they were written on were sacred, as though looking at a scrap piece of paper with some inconsequential ideas would recall memories, which has resulted in stacks of papers. Is the solution to simply recycle them all?
Isn’t it boring that the English alphabet only has 26 letters? Isn’t it boring that rowing only has 4 positions? The more often I row and write, the more often I think hitting a solid rowing catch, drive, finish, or recovery position can compare with hitting a solid word choice, sentence execution, provocative thought, or decisive document. Is it boring that one letter can change everything or not hitting the right position can ruin your rowing flow?
I suppressed most of this memory for years. The second-to-last (hopefully) time I smoked cannabis was in my bathroom, after a few intense months of overconsumption, where I had a brief experience I could not comprehend or properly explain until now. I heard five distinct conversations. No one else was there, windows closed, and I wasn’t playing music. That hallucinatory moment was like hearing the audio from some crowded café and left after that hit…
“I’m thinking of going on a road trip in Ruby today. The weather forecast says the rain will start tomorrow. It’s a shame. We’ve been having such nice weather lately. So where would you like to go?” The husband sipped on his coffee. The wife shuffled, turned away, then put a napkin over her breakfast. “Oh, honey, I think I’ll pass on this one.” “Come on, babe.” “It’s just, that car… something’s weird about it.”
Whether or not you’re weighed down by material possessions may depend on your perception of their usefulness as tools. I find value in tools that I haven’t used in four months, like Dr. Mindbender here, or even four years. Others may find hindrance with those older tools. Let’s explore the material perceptions of the main characters of “The Story,” since Trishna (left) grew up in a decently comfortable middle-class family and John starkly did not.
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We’re taught to only go for the sure shots, play it safe, and at all costs do not step outside your comfort zone! I got into floating after seeing a sandwich board on my lunchtime walks, and after some research, I jumped in. That business recently stepped toward inviting sensory deprivation chambers into everyone’s comfort zones by working with health insurers to provide discounts. Maybe doctors will prescribe float sessions like they prescribe chiropractic sessions?
Attending concerts is therapeutic for me. When all goes well, I’m permanently motivated! Even when I must invent a new rating variable to express my contempt toward a performance, it’s usually worth the inconvenience of leaving my comfort zone to hang out with old friends, meet new acquaintances, or encounter interesting side stories. Seeing a leashed dog at a show was weird and that it wasn’t obviously a service or therapy dog was weirder still…
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Sweeping, like editing, is a hidden necessity. I may sometimes write a document without reading through the entire document once more to refine word choices, omit redundant phrases, increase the punchiness, while decreasing the ambiguity. Perhaps it’s carelessness? I may similarly pass through a room without cleaning the meeting points between vertical and horizontal surfaces. Perhaps also carelessness? Let’s muse on how the art of cleaning can augment the act of writing with one word: