Go and do your best today – hugs, helping, supporting, living, breathing, putting on pants. Whatever you do today, be a champ.
Take time today to celebrate your wins.
That check in the mail? PARTY
Did the tough adult thing? DANCE
Vanquished a final level boss? TASTY BEVERAGE(S)
Keep you head up, and fill today with viking metal, and finger guns. (inspired in part by some of the dudes from Against the Grain Brewery)
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.
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.
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.
Fill today with tater tots and saying YES for yourself without remorse or guilt. You have to put on your own oxygen mask first before you can help others!
Holy heck, you got this. Today, your next phone meeting, that next customer, you’re gonna fly!
I don’t know, I just need to stand in wonder, wide-eyed amazement of everything I’m gonna do each day. Every problem I’ll solve, every work load I’ll manage – whatever.
I don’t consider it naive, or cheesy. It’s work. It’s work, emotional labor, to think in a way of expecting positive outcomes. An always learning mindset. I’ve tripped up a few times in the past week (lost some money, etc.), but chose to accept it as lesson, and not let it weigh be down as failure.
Like, I could spend $250 on some online course for money stuff, right? Or, when I lose money in an online transaction (oh, eBay), I can LEARN from it. And those are usually the best lessons.
So, HECK YES! That shift in thinking is hard, it’s work, but it’s worth it.
I’ve been to a few mediocre burrito joints, where the rookie burrito makers misjudge the amounts of goodness they’re adding, and by the end they have difficulty closing up the tortilla. Sometimes you have to be that bright eyed, first-day-on-the-job burrito make and pour everything into your day and make it burst with awesome.
Some days you’re in a funk, and that’s okay. Remember that one day isn’t forever!