Fighting Negative Self Talk

Been having so many talks about negative self with friends and pals lately.

We have no issue accepting horrible bosses and big jerks, but we issues with accepting graceful, kind people. If they exist in our lives, they can exist as bosses, and colleagues, and partners, and people in our lives.

Keep moving in the direction of the good things you want, and stop accepting jerk behaviors as truth, as gospel.

FIGHT

Fill your bones today with a resolve to fight, ready to do battle with any who’d oppose your fantastic dance moves and / or witty banter.

That background is a photo I took inside an old barn nearby. And “fight?” Well, just me tooling around more with Procreate on my iPad.

I cancelled Sling. Amazon Prime. Do my best to read more, scroll less. All of that, though, is a fight. At the end of the day, hell, by 10am, all I wanna do is scroll, and open up ESPN in the background, you know?

But I know my time is better spent listening to good podcasts, and buying the occasional artwork or album from an independent artist.

We all fight our own fight, and how I fight isn’t how you fight, and that’s okay. Keep fighting.

Now Is It

There was yesterday, there is now, and maybe tomorrow will appear. Like, we sort of assume it’ll be here. And for a lot of people it will be here, but someday, for you, for me, it won’t arrive. At some point, it’ll be game over.

Like, I’ve made it to 42, and in May I’ll turn 43. I sort of assume I’ll make it there, just like I assume I’ll make it to the Philly 10K in August, too.

But really, a lot can happen between now and then, and then is really tomorrow. Over and over again is “then,” until we run out.

While I like to pretend that I live for today, and push to have no regrets, wow, I’m lazy. There’s so much I could be doing, but I don’t. You know, just putting it off until tomorrow.

But really, now is it. Yesterday doesn’t exist anymore, tomorrow ain’t a promise, so he we are. This isn’t some morbid threat, just, hey… now is it.

Find the Time, Make the Time

Five minutes doing the thing you love doing counts. Just a few minutes writing on your phone counts.

Because this much is true – five minutes mindlessly scrolling through Instagram counts. Binging eight straight episodes of some show counts.

It doesn’t count for much, but it still counts.

That drawing above wasn’t done in one shot. It was five minutes here, 10 minutes there, 30 minutes at night four minutes waiting for my french press coffee.

Make your minutes count.