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.

Be Where Now?

Un Zen Drier Talking on the phone

“He kept saying, ‘Be Here Now’ and when I asked, ‘Be where now?’ He kept giving me those stupid answers like, ‘The only place you can be, here and now.’

I bought his book and everything. Nothing!

It pisses me off, because I’m genuinely putting in a lot of effort to become enlightened and stuff.’

Zen Listener On Other End of Phone

“Ohh Hmm, have you ever tried imagining an arc of positive energy running from the middle of your forehead, down through the center of your skull, opening your throat as it passes into your chest, where it then expands to form an inner cage of positivity that stops your worries, wants and fears from bubbling up to the surface?”

Connecting Within Diagram

“Hey, I’m here now. I gotta go. I’ll call you back once I’m out.”

Zen Center Special

Seeding Digital Flowers

Digital Flower Checking Watch with Headband DoodleThe flower grows on your wrist, inside your smart watch.

The point is to keep the flower alive by keeping it in the sunshine. Sunshine is created by happy thoughts. Happy thoughts are induced through mediation, which is tracked through an EEG headband, and exercise, which is tracked through the smart watch itself. (Steps, calories, pulse etc.)

Our mission is to make everyone feel more happy and connected. To turn everyone into Digital Flowers.™ To do this we are seeking a seed investment of $1.2 Million.

Thank you.

How to Get Unstuck

Guy stuck in the ice doodle

The first thing to do is chill out. You need to overcome the panic so that you can deal with the problem.

Slow your breathing, plan your exit. If you flail and grab you’ll break all of the ice around you, making an escape that much more difficult.

Once you find your calm, it’s time to take definitive action.  Lay your torso out on the rim of the ice, spreading your weight over a wide surface area. Pull with your elbows and forearms as you kick with your legs – propelling yourself out of the hole.

Once you’re out, don’t stand up and run, but rather remain flat and roll toward solid ground.

Once you’re safe, take off your clothes.

 

 

The Girl & The Scalpel

The Girl & The Scalpel Doodle

She started with her face. That’s where she felt it most. Well, maybe, but it was too risky to cut into her chest.

The cage would sit an inch behind her skin like an internal cast.

The cage was meant to hold back the pressure. She couldn’t take any more of the pressure. Desire would slam into the inside of her skull and give her headaches. All of her blood would rush to the front of her body, driving her forward in a horizontal free fall toward god knows what. It had to stop.

She had tried giving into desire, obtaining what it wanted (when she knew what it wanted) but that only awoke stronger desires. Worse headaches.

Now, on the brink of insanity, she was cutting into her face. Building a cage to keep tomorrow at bay. Goals, worries, wants, all of it, quiet and contained an inch below the surface.

It would be painful. But if it worked. It would be worth it.

She couldn’t take any more of the pressure.