The internet makes us want to be famous. Either that or the fear instilled by toothpaste companies (“If your teeth aren’t white, you’ll never get the woman and car of your dreams!”). We watch how many ‘Likes’ and ‘Friends’ and ‘Followers’ others have and all of a sudden it’s a ‘my Dad can beat up your Dad’ competition – even if it doesn’t seem as such.
I’ve made the mistake of reaching out into the world to all sorts of people and avenues in order to gain traction in certain fields – or so I thought. What I ended up with was just another ego-game of my own. And notoriety, as I’ve come to realize, happens not in the bits and bites of the interweb but in the trenches of real-life interactions.
An interesting behaviour happens when it becomes about the metrics instead of the content. It’s like focusing on the bottom line instead of the patient-interactions and results in clinic.
HDS reminds me at times, “The journey is mine alone.” And taking this month off to reflect and find out what’s good in my life has enabled me to find some peace in times of war. War inside of my mind, of course. Like an inner ninja.
Come train with me – in person.
Send a nod to Mr. Cultfit while you’re Chill As F today.
Big up to Mel for getting the ‘old man’ club together last night to listen to ‘old man’ underground political hip-hop. Have a safe trip back to St. John’s, my brother.
Drones Over Bklyn.
Computer screens swallow us
Look at all my followers
Less waiting. Put the plan in motion.
Go buy that house so that your house will sell. Go write that book so that those customers will have something. Go run those sprints so that you’re ready at all times.
They asked me how I do it all. Time management. No TV, only books. Four days of push. Teaching, clinic, writing between patients, personal training before the house wakes up, eating 16oz gloves for lunch and when I’m not at work – I’m not working (read: family time/downtime).
“We cannot control the winds, but we can direct the sails.”
Big up to KH for the find.
Woke up cold and tired. Usually a bit more cold when tired. Much rather would have stayed next to some extra body heat in my bed. Turned off the alarm and made my way downstairs. A glass of water because of that parched feeling.
Downstairs; forms.
Upstairs; the street. Much rather would be in the basement where it`s warm.
Sprints. Tired and cold.
The sun peeking out between a split in the clouds as it rises up to welcome a new day.
Every breath is a prayer
We still livin
World still spinnin
I’m still thanks givin
Trying to get it right
But I’m left here trippin
(Your Momma and your Cousin, too.)
Everything’s changing around me
And I want to change too
It’s one thing I know
It ain’t cool being no fool
I feel different today
I don’t know what else to say
But Imma get my shit together
It’s now or never
“And people in the clutch open their mouth too much.”
HIS DARK SIDE 