When making decisions, ask myself “who do I want to become?”
Life is about growing, learning, self-evolving, as well as loving and experiencing joy.
So it’s better to ask myself “who” I want to become — rather than “what” I think I’m supposed to do or have — and make any important decisions from there.
Man, I am such a workaholic. Like seriously, it’s an addiction. I can’t — stop — thinking — about work! And not in the good way, like, “I love my job so much, I’m so excited, I can’t wait to do it again!” Ironically, the work I love doing (writing, acting, etc) is well enjoyed…
1. Playing big means thinking big. 2. You can do what hasn’t been done before. 3. You don’t need permission to be, do, have, or experience what you want, so long as it’s moral, ethical, and legal. 4. You define your own rules and boundaries. 5. The word “impossible” is irrelevant. Something is only difficult…
WHY > WHAT Message to myself today: If you want more love and joy in your life, it’s not “what” you do that matters as much as “why” you’re doing it. The same activity with a different intention or motivation can be a profoundly different experience. One way can be joyful, another way miserable. Doing…
I keep a private journal that’s normally just for me. It helps me work through my feelings, sort out my thoughts, brainstorm new ideas, just vent, and more. But for some reason, today I felt like sharing a snippet of what I wrote. These are values I want to live by. What I believe. The…
This is a comment in response to someone else’s post. I felt it would be a helpful reminder to myself one day in the future, and could help other working artists and professional creatives too. The original post was by Maria Bowler, entitled “Being Too Good at Your Job“. That link will take you straight…
It’s 1:26 AM and I can’t fall asleep. I’ve tried meditating. I’ve tried eating a little food. I tried just laying there with my eyes closed. Nope, nada. My brain and body are tired and ready to sleep — but my heart’s nagging me about something. Something I can’t quite consciously grasp. It’s there, just…