Love the head you’re in.

Aren’t you grateful for the head that you have? I’m super thankful for it, even though I think my actions would say otherwise. Don’t we all kind of treat our brains like our servants? “Say something clever!”, “Have a good idea!”, “Wake up!”, “Ugh, you’re so dumb why didn’t you say something better!”.
I thought about my brain like it was some sort of indentured servant today and it made me laugh. Just think you’ve got this little guy in your head all the time. He makes your body run as effectively as he can given the crap that you feed it. Then, on top of that it’s constantly working to give you ideas, help you remember, and essentially do your bidding all the time.
You’d think that you’d be able to give it a break when you sleep, but in actuality it’s working even HARDER while you sleep.
We all need to give our brains some love sometimes. So here’s a few ways you can do that:

  1. READ

YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING THAT WERE YOU.
Your brain loves reading. You may think that it hates it, that you’re bored. Well stop. Stop that. You love it, your brain loves it, keep reading. It allows you to imagine new places, have new ideas, experience things that you’re never going to experience in your own life. Reading is magical, your brain wants it.
2. Meditate or something
So your brain never rests, how do you give something that never rests a rest? You just don’t do anything apparently. Sit down, clear your head, smell some. . smells or something. What’s a soothing smell that clears your head? I think there’s tea that smell’s good. So I mean, I guess if you don’t meditate at least drink some tea.
Focusing on not thinking is a lot harder than you might suppose. It’s interesting how you start thinking of random things while you try to clear your head. Think of it like this, your brain is a servant that you are constantly yelling at and forcing to serve you at all times whenever you call. If I was that servant I would be on edge like nothing else if my boss just suddenly stopped yelling at me all the time. Your brain isn’t used to not being ordered around all the time, give it some time, focus on clearing your head, I’m sure your brain will love it.
3. Music
You know why you dance by yourself? Because you brain loves to feel the tunes. Gotta give your brain what it wants. Treat it right and listen to what it likes. Maybe you gotta pump those Lo-Fi jams and just settle into a comfy chair. Or maybe you gotta spray that Katy Perry all over the room and just get funky. Just like food is the way to a man’s heart, music is the way to the brain’s. . . heart. . . I’ve really gone off the wagon with terrible analogies.
4. Lastly, sleep.
Yeah just go to bed. I mean, it does make your brain work harder, but your brain still needs tons of sleep. It doesn’t help when you stay up late all the time.
Wait, I should go to bed.
I’m torturing my brain in order to write a blog late at night.
Ironic.

Obsession.

I think I read a story once about one of Einstein’s quirks: He’d often skip meals when he was working. He just forgot to eat. When he had an idea it enveloped him; he was consumed by it and couldn’t think about anything else.

Don’t you wish you were like that? I do. I’ve often been the type that doesn’t commit fully to my “brilliant” ideas. I’m sure you’ve had it happen before: You’ll get super excited to accomplish something new and interesting to you but after a while you lose a bit of steam and your momentum hits a brick wall.

It’s exhausting, giving up on your great ideas. Why can’t I just be like Einstein? Why can’t I just have that “obsessive” personality. That would just be so much easier. . .

Obviously that’s a naive thought. Guess what? You can be exactly like Einstein. He may have been “obsessed”, but I think the better term for it would be two fold: He was extremely disciplined, and laser focused. When he bent his mind towards a problem he would focus on it with all of his intensity. You could make the excuse that he was a supernatural genius. That people who are able to accomplish as much as he did have to be gifted.

He certainly was gifted, but you’re not trying to solve Einstein sized problems, or chase Einstein sized dreams. You’re dealing with ideas and dreams that are coming from your own head.

You’re capable of becoming completely obsessed.

You know, in a good way.

Don’t read this and start stalking people.

Anger.

Hey it’s August, and it’s me, Johnson. Let’s catch up:

I got a haircut.

I’m still listening to IGOR on repeat.

I’m moving back to Tulsa in a couple weeks, which I’m excited about.

My car keeps beeping and blinking lights at me, should I be worried?

Oh and I got flipped off by a little old lady today.

That little old lady gave me the inspiration to write this blog today.

Thanks I guess.

So I’m driving to work today and I stop at a four way stop sign. This stop sign is wonky. It’s wonky because one person has to stop a little further back than everyone else, and has to drive a bit longer through the intersection.

I had stopped at this part of the road and was progressing cautiously through my turn as old lady begins to stop. Old lady then begins gunning through the intersection before I had completed my turn, and flips me off. I assume she did this because she didn’t realize that I had already stopped at the intersection, and was completely, totally, in the right.

I had to tell you this story for two reasons:

1. Because it makes me feel better to tell others how right I am.

(reason 1.5 To prove that the angry old lady is a dummy dumb.)

and reason 2.

To prove how bad misplaced anger is.

I mean, obviously. But I guess some little old lady’s don’t know that yet.

Now, I say misplaced, but what I mean is this: I think anger stems from problems people have in life. It’s a consequence of your own actions and the actions of people around you.

Even more, I think anger stems from people not getting what they wanted, or what they expected. When people expect to be treated a certain way, or with a certain respect, and they’re not treated that way anger is a common response.

Anger is a tool, and like all tools you have at your disposal you can use it incorrectly.

Anger is a strong man’s weapon in order to correct injustice, and make change in your life. It’s a weak man’s tool to put other’s down, while not actually making a difference in anyone’s life.

Being enraged and taking action on impulse because of your ‘hot head’ is what I would consider stupid anger. That’s a child’s form of anger that sadly, some people don’t grow out of.  Making rash decisions based off of emotion is generally a mistake.

Being able to pause and look inside yourself. To understand why you feel angry, and to think about what steps you should take in order to affect the right kind of change that would be better for yourself and for people around you; that’s the right kind of anger.

Little old lady, this blog is for you. You flipped me off, that made me a little angry. Now, I know that we all have different ways of expressing our frustrations. If somehow, you made your way to my blog, I want to wish you all the best. I hope you take this experience to heart, and focus on becoming a better driver.

She was pretty old though. . . .  So. . . Not likely.

 

Ego.

A good blog has a theme. It’s conversational yet it has momentum, it takes you on a short journey. When I write I feel like i’m taking myself on a little journey through my own thoughts, and if I write it down correctly I’m able to take other people with me on that journey.

Sometime’s I’ve been able to do a better job at it, and other time’s it’s more comedic than insightful.

The goal has always been unclear though. Why do I have the desire to write down thoughts, stories, and feelings?

VALIDATION.

There’s a big fat word for you.

Here’s something you probably know about yourself: You want to know you’re doing a good job. Not only that, you want to feel like you’re a good person.

Now don’t get this confused. Most people want validation, whether that comes from themselves or others. People don’t want condescension. Patronizing someone because you don’t actually think they’re doing a good job doesn’t help anything or anyone.

The point of validation is to encourage things that are good. If it isn’t good, it should either be discouraged, or taught how to better succeed.

So is that why I write? I write a blog in order to feel more validated as a self-proclaimed writer who hardly ever writes?

Yeah no.

Well, maybe.

EGO.

Often I hear the word EGO associated with selfish and heedless people who only care about themselves.

I think a big ego is immensely important in order to be a more successful, and better person. An attitude of success and happiness stems from your own self worth; If you think you’re awesome you have a better chance of becoming awesome.

Ego doesn’t mean to underestimate your own faults, or to become a selfish ignorant jerk. It means that you have a good understanding of your own self worth, and you believe in yourself.

Praise, validation, and encouragement are all tools in order to inspire confidence and grow EGO. The bigger your ego, the less you need outward encouragement in order to feel good or successful.

Now, this is where the negative aspect comes in. If you have a massive ego and no frame of reference you can be considered an “ego-maniac”. Someone who thinks they’re amazing who probably isn’t very amazing at all. So how can you have a large ego without being an ego-maniac? How can you be humble and confident and all of those other good qualities people like?

Validation and ego are incredibly tricky things. You could have people in your life validating bad habits or ideas that you have because you’ve surrounded yourself in an echo chamber of stupid. You may not listen to people giving you constructive advice because your ego won’t let you be the person who’s wrong.

Life’s a balancing act. Ego is good. Everyone needs validation.

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Disagree? Oh you’re a self sustained person who doesn’t need validation from anyone? And you’re doing great in life?

 

 

You probably have a massive ego.

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Limits.

Binging Friends is a heck of a way to spend a few weeks.

I’m not saying that’s what I’ve been doing, but it does indeed sound like a heck of away to spend a few weeks.

What have you been accomplishing recently? I don’t feel like I’ve been up to very much. It’s been relaxing and frustrating. I told myself this blog is for me, but what do I want to talk about? That’s what’s been on my mind a bit I think.

This is an avenue for me to work on my writing and expose my thoughts; though every time I’ve thought about the blog for the past few weeks I just sort of shifted it out of my mind. Its been a little fly buzzing around my ears that I just keep swatting away. Every day the subtle desire comes to write about something, but it gets nudged aside.

That gentle nudge has been bothering me lately. How easy it is to cap a passion that should be boiling inside me. How boring I am. How pointless I feel when I throw away my pen over a badly written sentence or two.

I look at someone else, someone who is not me. I think about their purpose, their dreams. Shakespeare was a focused man. His pen bent to his will, the only thing he broke was his back and his discipline for his passion. His passion was relentless. His genius was ever-flowing. Kurt Vonnegut wrote thousands of words only to dash them against the wall because it didn’t sound right. He woke to write his passion, if the only thing he had was a broken pencil and scattered scraps of paper he would still write something worth reading.

Where is that passion? Where is that meaning in myself? In yourself? Where is the passion in life, that fire, that purpose of being? These people you idolize into these genius figures of single mind and purpose, why can’t I just be like them?

Well, life isn’t fair I guess. We’re dealt a hand that we must play. We have opportunities to grow and improve, and that’s our choice.

I feel we limit ourselves by comparing ourselves to others who are better than us. There’s a mental battle I’m constantly dealing with when I try to write creatively. I tend to look at the negative aspect of how “it’s all been done before, so what could I possibly create?”

A subtle downside to this amazing and comfortable life we live in is that if you lack a singular purpose, you’ll probably be fine. You can live your entire life striving for nothing really in particular, and you’ll be fine. I don’t want to be fine. I want to accomplish something. The struggle, the battle is what boils that passion in our souls.

What do you want?

Are you limiting yourself by scattering your focus?

When I don’t work on what I’m passionate about, I feel empty inside. Yet I still have no problem putting it aside when there’s something easy I can distract myself with.

It’s hard to be single minded when there’s so much opportunity to be distracted. Whether that’s with friends or work or stress, it’s easy. The hard thing is focusing on what you want to accomplish, even when it’s not expedient.

Are you putting yourself down because someone else has accomplished more than you currently hope to accomplish?

Are you avoiding your passion because you fear it won’t be good enough?

I want to encourage you in your purpose today. No matter how high and lofty your goals are, as long as you remain disciplined and focused, you can do it. Stop putting off that desire within you. Don’t devalue your passion because your not as good as your idols.

If it’s your passion, stop limiting yourself.

Risk.

Risk is the chance that things will not work out the way that you expect or calculate. Taking a risk means that you take a chance that you might fail, knowing that there is also a chance that you might succeed spectacularly.

I’ve met people that lived life in a very small bubble. Anxiety threatened to pop the bubble at any time, and the fear of risk trapped them in a small (depressing) world. I’ve also met people who constantly threw caution to the wind and made very stupid decisions. They would say they were taking a “risk” and it didn’t work out; when in reality they were being stupid.

I try to live life right in the middle of the risk zone. Most people live life there. It’s called a comfort zone, or something I guess. A comfort zone is the level of risk you are comfortable with, and is where you live your life. Some people have large comfort zones, which borders on stupidity; and other people’s comfort zones are so small they fear going outside because there’s a chance they’ll get the plague.

When I started writing this blog I was going to talk about how much of an advocate of RISK  I am. “The higher the risk, the higher the reward” I was going to say. I was going to frame it in a way that made perfect sense. My readers would say to me, “Johnson I can see now I need to take more risks, I need to smell the roses, I need to go skydiving, I need to ask for that promotion, I need to call that girl i’ve been meaning to call”. It was going to be highly uplifting.

Hundreds of hits I would’ve gotten.

I finally would’ve been able to hire that editor I’ve So (DeSpErAtley) NeEdeD.

I’m tired of talking about it though. Everyone knows that taking risks in life is generally a good thing, as long as you’re not stupid.

I think that’s a general caveat to anything that I say: take my advice, unless you’re stupid. Then don’t. Swaddle yourself up in a little blanket and make sure to protect your head with some kind of helmet as you continue through life.

Though I’m sure if you’re literate enough to read my silly scrawled sentences then you don’t have to worry about being too stupid.

Stupid people always think they’re smart, though.

So do smart people.

So does everyone.

I once talked to someone who thought they were completely and utterly average.

They must have been brilliant.

Or maybe they were just honest.

Moral to the story? Life is a risk. You’re going to die someday. It’s not going to suck for you because you’ll be dead. The thing that’s going to suck for you is if you live your life doing exactly what you hate doing, rather than what you want to be doing.

Don’t have the time or resources to do what you want? Make a change. It’s possible, your mindset just needs to change.

Don’t know what you want to be doing with your life? Welcome to the party. If you’re in that place like many of us, the best thing to do is start expanding your comfort zone. Take more risks. Find what you love by breaking out of your boring, exhausting, silly life.

You’re literally risking your life every day anyways.

Good luck I guess.

 

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RUST.

Oh wow look how the time is flying. The Daily blog has not been so daily lately. Let me catch you up on my life experiences:

I saw endgame twice.

I have some friends, not a huge amount, but some. We hang out occasionally. You could say i’m frightfully popular.

I had a few ideas.

I forgot more than a few ideas I had.

So it goes.

I have a little notepad in my phone where I jot ideas down. Some of them are one word; for example: BLURRY.

That’s where my blog post BLURRY came from. I liked writing that; it was back when I wasn’t a jaded and mindless writer. I had ideas. Now all my ideas die in the microwave I call a head.

Just kidding I still have ideas; I just forget to write them down. I was thinking about how I feel like a different person than I did a month ago. So much can change in a month. You could find God, you could have a meltdown, you could change careers, or win a million dollars playing the lottery.

It’s a crazy world.

Also nothing could happen in a month. You could work from 8-5, make sure to pause at a few intervals throughout the day for meals, and do it all again the next day.

Ah, the American way.

One thing over the past month that has changed is I got hopelessly addicted to sugar, or maybe I was always addicted to sugar and just now I’ve realized it. Nonetheless, I always make sure I have a sugary fruit snack ready for when the urge comes. The problem with being addicted to sugar is I’ll probably never eat another salad again.

I like salad. That’s sad.

While I haven’t become a jaded writer, over the past month I’ve become a distracted one.  I’ve been having such fun over the past few weeks, but you know what happens after you have fun:

you feel guilty.

I’ve been feeling guilty for ignoring the blog. Not out of a sense of obligation, but out of a sincere desire to write that I’ve been ignoring. When you ignore the desires of your soul you tend to feel guilty. This isn’t good, it isn’t bad, it’s just life.

So let the guilt train roll.

I had an idea recently that I thought was stupid. So I scrapped it, erased it from the notepad, and got back on the guilt train. I then forgot what the idea was, but the memory of the forgotten idea remained. When you forget an idea, no matter how stupid or small, it’s a tragedy.

Ideas may seem bad at first, but generally you’re not going to know whether or not an idea is bad until you attempt to bring life to your idea.

People don’t do that though. People have ideas and think to themselves, “ah, that idea wouldn’t work” and they wipe their little brains of the wonderful idea they had because they were too lazy to make the idea work.

I think that most people have good ideas every day. Great ideas. The best ideas. These ideas get written off and discarded like garbage 90% of the time. A person will look at their beautiful idea and think, “this has been done better by someone better” and their idea will rust.

Soon that person will just turn to rust, because all of their ideas rusted in their heads until nothing but rust was accomplished in their life.

Rust and money and want and unoriginality.

My goal with this blog was to become a better writer by writing about whatever I wanted to write about. Because good ideas are only good when someone applies them and makes something out of them.

I was feeling rusty, but when I write again, and I mean really write. When I write for me, not because I have any agenda, or because I want to get the most views, that’s when the rust starts going away.

Writing is my inspiration. It gets me all oiled up.

Okay that sounds weird.

I no longer feel all oiled up.

 

Now I just feel gross.

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Trust.

I bought a coffee machine.

No more do I have to drive to Starbucks for their sub-par espresso. No more do I only have to be satisfied with only one cup of coffee through the day. Now I have all the power. I can make all the coffee I want. I can make reality whatever I want.

I’m thinking about writing a blog in praise of this coffee machine and all the pleasant joys it brings me. I’ll be like every other mom out there. Coffee is my drug. Here’s a photo of me with my mug and my pug. If you talk to me before I get my coffee, beware, I’m grumpy. You know, stuff white girls who love Starbucks say.

Coffee is my inspiration.

I was thinking today about my book that I haven’t written yet. I was thinking about the character’s that don’t actually exist yet and about what will define the theme of the book. I was thinking about trust. Trust is such an interesting element of life. Everyone views it a little differently I think.

Most people probably consider themselves trustworthy. Yet a lot of people have dealt with close friends or family destroying their trust. I’ve met many people in life who were so betrayed by others that it was really hard for them to trust new people.

I think we’ve all had people in our lives disappoint us. And even though we may not be able to admit it, we’ve all disappointed someone else in one way or another. This is why trust is such an interesting and difficult thing to grasp. It’s something that sounds so black and white: If someone is trustworthy, that means that they follow through with what they say. That you can “trust” them to get the job done, and to commit to their words and actions.

This is completely true. Trust is pretty black and white. The thing that isn’t black and white is the human element. People who are trustworthy with some things may not be trustworthy with others. You may think that you are entirely trustworthy, but you may not be able to easily trust in other people. Your bitterness for someone’s past actions may keep you from ever trusting in them again, no matter how small amount of trust they ask from you. Perhaps you don’t even trust in yourself to do the right thing based off of your own past actions.

People have a way of complicating things that we wish could be simple. I think it should be simple, and I try to apply that simplicity to my life on a daily basis.

If you’re in the business of self improvement, here’s how I think you should apply trust.

Be a trusting person.

I have talked to so many people through the years who talked about how “strong” they were. How they rely solely on themselves because other people let them down. How trust is for weak people and blah blah blah. That’s stupid. That’s nonsense. That’s silliness. It’s childish. It’s moronic. I am passionately against that mindset and I think it creates weak self pitying cry-babies.

Trust is for strong people.

A strong person should be the most trusting person you meet. They should be so trusting and believing that sometimes people think that they are a tad naive. Why? Because trust is a leaders strength. People who trust in others may sometimes get disappointed, but more often than not trust leads people to perform better, because someone believed that they could accomplish what they said they would do.

I like to think of myself as a trusting person. I consider the inner cynic that I have inside to be a partial weakness. Being cynical and cautious about people is not a good way to live life. It is much better to trust in someone and to be disappointed than to never trust at all.

Now I said trust to the point where people think you’re a tad naive. I’m not saying actually be naive. If someone you put trust in failed you, and they have no remorse for their actions, you should be a bit more cautious putting your trust in them again. I’m not saying be bitter or unforgiving towards them, but just learn from what has happened. The best example I have for this is this: If your girlfriend breaks your heart, maybe don’t give them your heart again. You can still be friends, or you know, “friendly” I guess.

I guess what I mean is don’t be self-destructive and say that you’re “trusting”.

Be a trustworthy person.

Being trustworthy is difficult and easy at the same time. No matter how much you try to be trustworthy in life, there is always someone that will consider you to be the opposite, and that’s okay. That’s life. People are going to think what they’re going to think about you. The important thing is for you to consistently become better, so that you can look back and see that you are a better person now than you have ever been.

In terms of trust, there’s only one thing that you should actively focus on doing ALL THE TIME.

Say what you mean.

Sugarcoating, white lies, actual lies, people pleasing, communication issues, these are all things that you need to avoid in life. Don’t avoid saying the truth because you’re afraid of how people are going to react. Don’t say something simply because you think that’s what someone else wants to hear.

I think that people who consider themselves good at “reading between the lines” are morons. A trusting person listens to what other people say, and believes them. You should be the type of person that is worth believing when you speak. That means you speak the truth. That means you try to make yourself as understandable as possible. That means communicating effectively and following through on your promises.

If you’re saying what you mean, you’re not making empty promises. If you say you’re going to do something that means you’re going to do it. You should treat your words with the weight that they should have. If your words are meaningless and wanton, then people are going to treat you as if your trust is meaningless and wanton. They won’t trust in you.

If you want to be trustworthy and trusting, that’s what you should do. You should listen to what other people are saying, and trust that they are not intentionally lying to you. Then you should act that way in turn. 

You’d be surprised how honest people are when you actually treat them that way.

People are worth trusting in. You’re worth trusting in. God is worth trusting in.

Coffee is worth trusting in.

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Smile.

Today I woke up with a face set in marble. I was a liquid man who melted into his clothes and glided into his car. The traffic was behind me as the windows blended the scenery into a blurry green. My eyes were glazed over with sleep, a stoic demeanor had gripped my limbs and face and mouth; I was a stone.

My car slowed and the scenery became a still life. I slid through the drive through of Starbucks, as I do some days when I don’t want to chisel my face into a smile. With a coffee in hand and liquid gold warming my cold insides, I began to thaw.

Sometimes I spend the entire day thawing out. Sometimes I wake up warm and cheerful, other days I don’t thaw at all.

Some days I’m a carbonite man.

I felt like a carbonite man today. In other words, I was grumpy. I was brooding. I didn’t want to talk. When Jeff talked to me about how nice the weather was today I just stared at him, “sure” I said.

I’m not sure if Jeff likes me anymore.

Coffee may be able to warm your frozen heart and cheer you up a bit, but it is a crutch. The solution to your grumpiness doesn’t come from your feelings. It comes from your actions. My grumpiness went away today when I chose to “turn my frown upside down’ and smiled.

Smiles are amazing. If I could give you some advice, something that is just for you, not for anyone else, I’d say you should smile more. Smiling isn’t really about other people; sure, when you smile you seem friendlier and I think people like others who smile more frequently. That’s not what it’s about, though. It’s not about presenting yourself as happy to others so that they can like you more. It’s about you being happy around others.

Being happy is way better than being a chunk of marble.

I’ve learned recently that I don’t smile for others. It’s selfish, I know. I smile for myself. I smile because when I smile it makes me feel happier inside. It makes me feel kinder. It makes me feel like the type of friend that I want to be for others.

It is strictly for myself.

The reason why it’s for myself is because others are going to interpret your smile however they want. They might not peg you as genuine. They might not like your dimples. Maybe your happiness makes them uncomfortable. Honestly, there’s a lot of reasons. People work in different ways, it’s totally okay.

My point here is that when you want to feel good you should smile. Smile because you’re presenting your best self to the world. Smile because you are genuine, not because you are trying to be something you’re not. Break that brooding habit for yourself.

It’s a discipline, just like everything else in life.

You have a beautiful smile.

Your frown is kinda gross though, like,  eww. 

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Naps.

Today I went to Starbucks (as I always do in my free time) to write. It was so cold I had wished I had a sweater. I also ordered a cold drink in my thoughtlessness. I was colder than a skinny penguin.

Normally I feel good in cold environments. I think it gets the creative blood pumping. Not today. Today as I shivered in Starbucks the only thought on my mind was how fast I could get back home.

When I got home, however, another problem occurred. I was warm. I was relaxed. I was snuggled up in a blanket attempting to write a paragraph of my book. I would write a word and slump down in my seat. I’d write a sentence and lurch into a comfier position.

When I had a full paragraph I was practically tucked neatly into bed.

The odds were stacked against me, I drifted into sleep. I wonder if that’s why Stephen King did so much coke in the 80’s. He just couldn’t keep himself awake. I think that’s a bit of an extreme route to take though Steve. Just have a cup of coffee, take a nap, don’t do a line of coke on your notepad.

Perhaps that’s just me though. My time of productivity is crammed in between dinner and bedtime. There’s a solid couple hours where I’m inspired to write and I don’t care if it’s garbage or not. That’s discipline, right? You just write when it feels right and you don’t care whether or not it’s good.

Discipline.

I think the cat is a bad influence on me. It sleeps all day, and has spurts of radioactive energy at night. I’d like to say I’m not like that, but here I am at 11:30 typing like a madman.

If your tired it’s okay to take a nap honestly. It’s also just as important to finish your days strong. If you are setting out to accomplish a goal today, you should make sure it gets done. While it’s okay to give yourself time, and relax, it’s also a good thing to hold yourself accountable.

You will always be obligated to yourself. Sure, don’t destroy yourself with pressure, but also don’t destroy yourself with laziness. Self destructive tendencies come in a myriad of forms. Life is a balancing act after all, isn’t it?

Just like a cat. You have to balance your naps, and the moments where you run around screeching with fury.

Who knew cat’s would inspire me so much.

Their eyes are just so wise.

Life always comes back to discipline. If you want to accomplish your dreams, you have to perform the balancing act.

Set your thermostat, grab your notebook, drink some coffee, then take a nap.

 

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