All Posts in “Writing”

Writing Catapults Change

This post is part of my monthly contribution over at The Gift of Writing, a site by Claire De Boer. It’s an absolute privilege to be part of the TGOW community and I thank Claire for the opportunity. Read the full article here.

Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on. — Louis L’Amour

Two years ago, my chest was continually throbbing, as though my heart was beating outside of my chest. The weight of stress and anxiety controlled every aspect of my life.

I was in one of the deepest and darkest moments I have yet to experience.

Never Be the Same Again

When you grow up, you tend to get told that the world is the way it is and your life is just to live your life inside the world, try not to bash into the walls too much, try to have a nice family, have fun, save a little money. That’s a very limited life. — Steve Jobs

We live in a culture that’s driven by systems. The system guides children to becoming young adults to parents and so one.

Unconsciously we have a plan in place for us, or a plan that we should be following, per the system.

Four Agreements

To be alive is the biggest fear humans have. Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive, the risk to be alive and express what we really are. Just being ourselves is the biggest fear of humans. — Don Miquel Ruiz

Before the holidays I had coffee with a friend of mine. We exchanged the standard back and forth conversation starters. How are things? What’s new? Any plans for the holidays?

Why Do You Do What You Do?

Two years ago my life was an emotional roller coaster.

I was challenging myself to always do more, to wear more hats, to climb the corporate ladder faster, to be involved in more; thinking I could handle the demands. All of these areas were tugging at me from different sides.

I was focusing on, and seeking, the wrong things. I was living in the past and looking to transform the future all while glossing over the moment that matter most, the present.

There was no purpose for my daily motions, nor quest. I was living in the confides of what society had built trying not to bump up against the walls of the path laid out for me.