I don’t meditate like most people. Traditional practice asks that you should empty your mind, clear your thoughts, and calmly sit. While I’ve had some success with this method for reaching thought equilibrium, I’ve had more success in float tanks (or when I have downtime) letting the errant thoughts freely roam, with the most success occurring after going in with challenging questions that need time to develop, like a photo of an unclaimed optimal future.
She exhaled as the berating continued. “You don’t have the skills or qualifications for this requisition! Even if you did, Chris’s client is looking for senior candidates, only! They won’t want to train someone!! They want someone that knows This and That. Do you even know about This? Or That?!” “Yes, I learned about both working at Eville L-Library.” She inhaled deeply on her cigarette. “That’s not good enough! They don’t want to train someone!”
What’s your comfortable limit? How much until you say to yourself “that’s enough” and actually call it enough? Do you know at what point you’ll go too far? For me (and possibly others), there’ll be an excuse planned out rather than a plan to excuse myself from the situation. We’ll take it as far as it’ll last. Even Wednesday, with an endlessly refilled coffee cup, I know I still have improvement room with my resolve.
In my last summer without obligations, between high school and college, I spent most of that innocent time writing a foundational element to “The Story” References stars John (left) as “everSOL the Valiant,” crash-lander on a strange planet that is driven to find his dearest friend “Trisha” (right). I forgot about References to become a salaryman. After rescuing it from this almost-lost disk, what’s available is online, unmodified. Let’s talk about my successful failure: References.
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Words mean nothing? If only it were that easy to ignore the comments of others! Especially when I haven’t been confident with my abilities or even my sense of self, even subtly critical statements would dig deep. Now it’s not so much that I don’t care, it’s just I really take a critical look at the sender. Do I know this person? Do I trust this person’s judgement in this area? If not, trash it!
In ten years, will I have this spider’s confidence? It stared right at me. To not be skittish around anyone I don’t fully know? To not feel embarrassed over the most minor, benign, and otherwise harmless social faux paus? The courage to talk to anyone? Compared to ten years ago, I do have more self-confidence, so I imagine in ten more years of practice, I’ll be closer. I have had glimpses of this spider’s confidence…
Ten years ago, “The Story” was a nebulous creature, floating through the ether of my inner imagination. John “everSOL the Valiant” Ebersole and Trishna, then minus the N, had some representation, both in References and casually. These characters and their world were otherwise firmly in the back-burner on the edge of nowhere, waiting for their time to float to the surface, cooked, and ready to serve. We’re getting there, dear readers, “The Story” is cooking…
I have this quote hanging out with my writing tablet: “A day I have not written, is a day I have wasted.” I’ve wasted many days in the past. ‘I’ll get around to it tomorrow.’ ‘I don’t have enough time to write, row, or do what I want to do.’ ‘If I put time into doing anything, I’ll be tired tomorrow.’ All’s true. It’s all about understanding one’s limits and breaking them without breaking yourself.
“I drove eight hours to get here!” Tool is a progressive metal band that, years after their contemporaries faded from popularity, easily sell out amphitheatres or 27,500 tickets in minutes. Their aggressive intelligence, both musically with complex time signatures rarely seen within rock music and philosophically with lyrics that encourage self-awareness, might be why so many were willing to embark on the odyssey. Was it worth the 7-hour drive compared to watching a live video?