The most important thing is not whether or not you succeeded at this or that thing. It’s that you simply showed up.
And I know that sounds like an awful speech from a parent to a child at baseball, but there ain’t two bones about it.
There are plenty of fears around not being good enough or being adequate or being accepted.
And each variation of fear is enough to stop you dead in your tracks from doing the work that needs to get done.
Because each variation of fear is just another variation of the boogeyman, the being or presence that kids are terrified of at night but simply doesn’t exist.
The boogeyman is just this aura representing the unknown and our tendency to want certainty.
So when it’s time to do the thing again, the thing that gives you the heebee jeebees, thank the ruler of the universe for this opportunity to face your fear square to the target.
Resist the urge to bypass this process. To deny that you have felt small and fearful at some point today.
Instead, look at this tendency inside yourself, and remind yourself that fear describes the idea of False Events Appearing Real.
Meditation is a way to hold a mirror up to your mind’s eyeball. It’s not for the faint of heart, which is why many people like the idea of it but aren’t committed to the act of sitting in silence and looking at this hot mess of issues that began thousands if not millions of years ago.
To sit means we are at least curious about who and what we are. To break down our attachment to our first and last name. Our occupation. Our strata in society. To remember that we are not byproducts of the big bang but that we are the big bang itself.
Creation didn’t happen once, it’s constantly happening, and every day we get the chance to ride the waves of infinite energy.
One day the sun that we love so dearly will go poof and some guy named Bryan sitting in a canoe in another solar system will see this happen in the form of a shooting star. And then he’ll let out a big fart and continue paddling.
Only until that moment will we realize that none of it was ever such a big deal after all.
Saturday Night Live: Client Eastwood
Here is an hour long improvisation that I am naming Clint Eastwood because it begins with a swooping E minor chord situation on the guitar, reminiscent of old Spaghetti Western soundtracks.
This “desk” in my den is a project I’ve dubbed Creator Cart which lets me wheel a mobile studio around my home for various uses. It can create and record music, as well as video and livestreams all on one gaming laptop.
Thanks for reading and see you next week 😀
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