Lift ’em Up

Hot Air Balloon InventorHe wanted to help them look down on the tallest rooftop.

So he cut back on sleep and used his bedsheets to construct a balloon.

He didn’t waste any hot air promising the people. It was all put into the balloon.

After decades of crashes and complaints, he finally created the first hot air balloon safe enough for others to ride.

Watching from the ground, he never felt higher.

 

 

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The Next Step

The Next StepIf you Google your symptoms, you may find you have hypochondria.  I don’t know if anyone ever died from hypochondria, but it’s sure wasted a lot of life.

To cure hypochondria, unplug your modem, take a walk outside, and look at some ants.

Ants don’t worry about getting stepped on. They go about their lives in bliss and if they get stepped on, well that’s about it. Most of the time they don’t even know they got squashed (on account of it being a sudden death and all.)

But even if it does turn out to be a slow, painful death, no ant ever wasted its good days worrying about the next step.

Hungover: The Potion in The Pit

The potionsHe wanted to be a hero, but he lacked a special potion.

Luckily, there was a potion in the pit and a potion on the hill.

The pit seemed easier, so he tied one end of the rope to a tree stump and the other end of the rope to his ankle and lowered himself down into the pit.

Unluckily, the further he descended, the lower the potion in the pit would sink. It was always just out of reach.

Luckily, he realized he would never truly grasp the potion in the pit and began to make the now even longer ascent up the hill.

 

The Buddha & The Hustler

The Buddha Hustler Line

We’re all born buddhas, not hustlers.

We have a beginners mind. Open and receptive to all things. No judgement, just pure wonder.

However, the hustler begins to grow quickly once we learn we must ‘hustle’ to get what we want. The boob, the toys, the friends, the boobs, the grades, the job, the money. **Ding** The Money — that’s what drives the hustler, and that’s not a bad thing.

The buddha is beautiful, but he’s left behind in the real world. Tip too far toward the buddha (like I did – living free out of a van playing music) and you’ll lose your place.

Tip too far toward the hustler (like I am – grinding hard at a startup that’s grown 600% in the last year) and you’ll lose your soul.

You can remove yourself from the world and go live in a monastery or dive right in and win at all costs as the Wolf of Wall Street, but me, I’m striving to find balance.

To be joyous, relaxed, and content while also fighting the necessary battle to get ahead in the modern world.  I’m trying to grow into my higher self. To sit at the pinnacle between the two points. Between The Buddha and The Hustler.

The Hustlin Buddha Triangle

How to Put Guests at Ease

boobsWhen you’re trying too hard to make other people feel comfortable, they feel uncomfortable.

Instead of stressing about making them feel comfortable, you just have to feel comfortable yourself and then, given relatively normal circumstances, they will ease into your comfort bubble.

Just a thought as I’m talking to me as she breast feeds her baby.

I hope I’m not trying too hard to make her feel comfortable.

Daily Blog #11

Posting From BedA daily practice is important, but it’s best to do it first thing. That way it starts your day off with a win — with an energy boost.

If you put it off, your daily practice becomes another daily “to-do.” To-do’s are an energy drain that you have to squeeze in before you can end your day.

Do something every day for a week. Be sure to complete it early. The benefits of the daily practice will push you through those days when it feels more like a daily “to do.”

Goodnight.

The Backseat

Riding in the backseat doodleThe backseat was scary. He was used to driving, or at least riding shotgun.

He wasn’t scared they would lose control, or even that they’d leave him at a gas station one day when he went in for a soda. (At least that would force his hand.)

No, what scared him was that when they made it, he’d feel even worse about himself. That he’d look back on the entire trip as a waste of time.

The car was going places though, so perhaps he could find a way to feel useful and enjoy the ride.