All posts filed under: Motivation


Originally posted on Asha's Blog:
Going back in time, I ponder over the last hour. I begin by reading ‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller’ because that’s what I am reading presently. At the back of my mind, I’m thinking about what an overrated book ‘Paper Towns’ is. After 18 minutes gone and I know it’s 18 and not 20 or 25 because I am wearing a digital watch. So it is 18 minutes 31 seconds precisely. I realise I’m on page 7. Bam, that’s where I started. I’ve read this sentence more than a dozen times. I am the man who comes and goes between the bar and the telephone booth. Or, rather: that man is called “I” and you know nothing else about him, just as this station is called only “station” and beyond it there exists nothing except the unanswered signal of a telephone ringing in a dark room of a distant city. I read it once more to see if it means anything different. Nothing. I must be out…

Your Life Matters

Originally posted on Doing Wells:
A Time to Mourn. I don’t often cry on my way to work. Normally it’s just a dull drive in, weaving between the slow drivers while trying not to get rear-ended by the fast ones. But this past week, I found myself sitting in traffic with a tear on my cheek. I was listening to a panel discussion at the Village Church. Pastor Matt Chandler was interviewing four African-American believers about how they reacted to the shootings in Minnesota, Baton Rouge, and frankly every state in America at this point. As they shared how they felt,  I found myself weeping with their pain. I guess I was fulfilling Romans 12:15: Weep with those who weep. In our world, this means we must weep with African-Americans AND with law enforcement officers. In our world, this means we must be weeping a lot. Almost unceasingly. Yet, it’s so easy to get callous toward these events. They’re happening so often, and the rapid fire of shooting tragedies has caused my heart to grow hard. To move on so…

The Introvert’s Guide to Small Talk

Originally posted on 28 and Counting…:
In case you didn’t pick up on it, I am incredibly introverted. The thought of making small talk with strangers or folks that I don’t know very well fills me with dread. Small talk is an art and I’ve never been particularly interested in art. However, given the nature of my work (read: office culture), I am unfortunately in the situation of having to come up with things to say to random people all.the.time. Since I am working at a new job, the expectation that I will be friendly and bubbly to everyone all day is elevated. I am able to play the role, but as my fellow introverts can appreciate, it is completely exhausting. I have a quota of energy that I have to dedicate to people each day and depleting that precious resource on meaningless, superficial chats about the weather seems very counterproductive. To clarify, I don’t feel this way because I hate people. It’s because I hate forced idle chatter, which has never come naturally to me.…

Hope. Its What We Have To Have

Originally posted on You Should See My Scars:
? ? So in the wake of Orlando I think its time to talk about hope.  As a gay guy from America I have to say this weekend killed me a little inside.    Not only was there a horrific attack against the LGBT community but now everyone and their fucking mother are trying to pretend like this had nothing to do with the gay community. Dear straight religious people, at some point you’ll have to accept this was a product of the culture you’ve created and enforced.    Do you know what its called when there is a hate crime…. hate crime? hahaha…. this was actually a fucking massacre…. but anyways: Do you know what its called when a hate crime is committed and everyone turns a blind eye?  Thats called OPPRESSION you cunts. Was this man crazy?  Yes.   And did he have access to guns because America is an insane shithole with flimsy laws?  Yes. But would this attack have happened if this man…

I Like My Chocolate Milk Shaken, Not Stirred, and in a Glass Half Full!

Originally posted on This, That and the Other Thang:
This morning as I was walking into work, in a rush like always, I biffed it on the sidewalk. Like, hands flailing, all the four letter words spewing, coffee mug in the air biff action. I wish I could say it was because I was side-stepping a massive sink hole, or maybe that an Adam Sandler look-a-like came out of nowhere with a stick ala Big Daddy and sent me falling face forward, but no. It was all on me. See I have this thing where I sometimes fail to pick up my feet when walking. It’s a real problem, guys. After brushing myself off, and taking a quick glance to make sure that no one and their mother’s sister’s cat saw me and my wicked air time, I noticed that my pants were now covered in my Mocha Latte. Not only was my left leg now drenched in coffee, my life-line of caffeine was now down to mere sips. Ugh. The Mondayest Tuesday ever. I could’ve…

Don’t Keep the Past Alive

Originally posted on Bent Beginnings:
(Disclaimer: I apologize now for the amount of curse words in this post, but I had to get my point across…) As I began this journey, I knew the healthiest way to be successful was to be honest with myself. And from that honesty, comes pain. Pain derived from many years of shit. We all have our shit, but how we deal with that is what makes us the people we are today. Millennials are becoming a generation of shit. Shit jobs, shit careers, shit living situations (well those of us in San Francisco at least), shit educations. Just shit. So what makes me any more special than the next? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But I am special to myself, and that is taking a lot of work to even be able to say that. My childhood was shit. Plain and simple. Yes, there were good days, a lot of good days. But what sticks with you as you grow up is the shit. So here it is, the darkest of…

Sometimes, You’re in the Shadows ..

Originally posted on Traveling With Tasha:
? Sometimes it takes a long time to realize the truth. Sometimes it takes a long time to realize that no matter how hard you wish or dream, things just weren’t meant to be. It will hurt. Maybe every day. It will go away. Eventually. You’ll get new dreams, and your focus will go elsewhere. But, every now and then, something will remind you. That pain of wanting it so badly will come back up again, and you’ll hurt like it was the first day. But you will be okay. Life will go on. There are other things out there. You will be okay.

Expectations Suck

Originally posted on Pos+ Casts:
I am a classic people pleaser. I don’t know how it happened or why I do it but I can not help but want to please everyone. I don’t mind it most of the time because I get an immense amount of gratification from it. I like that the people around me are happy. It makes me really happy too. I want everyone to be having a good time so I help facilitate it. I also know how most of my close friends will react to certain situations or what they are sensitive about so I try my hardest to cater to their needs. The problem that most people see with being a people pleaser is that you forget about yourself. Which I sometimes have a habit of doing but I honestly don’t mind. Hell, sometimes I don’t even notice. The major problem that I face or the thing that gets to me the most is when expectations arise. Because I do all of these things for people over and…