The Truth You Need to Fully Enjoy Your Life

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Not all those that wander are lost. –J. R. R. Tolkien

Welcome to Day 20 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

In its marrow, the essence of the human mind is exploration; wanderlust is naturally wired into our mental fabric. We left the garden or the savannah because we had to; there was no other choice. Our minds are magnetized toward adventure, built for orienteering, and as much as I dig this as a philosophy, here I mean it as an undisputable physical and psychological fact about the natural under-pinning of our working brains. 

All learning is an exploration, a push into the unknown. Perhaps a remnant of the very first time our lips groped for a nipple, our hands clutching for anything to feel, reaching out into the void is an essential tool for a healthy cognition and an all-natural life.

Many years ago, my manager and good friend Brett crafted for me a “3 word synopsis that best defines Brian.” Though I didn’t fully recognize it at the time—it would take me a few years—he was absolutely right. Not just for me, but for the human mind at large.

His moniker for a healthy mind… “Wonder. Explore. Believe.” still rings true for me in everything I do, and if you take a moment to reflect on his “tagline” it will work miracles for you as well!

At the macro size of life, you can wonder why you are here, explore the possibilities and uncover those telltales as to the underlying belief in your mind’s ultimate mission.

It also works tremendously well in the micro version. Wonder about the clues the moment presents, explore all the tangents that particular clue has for you, and once again confidently believe in your next few steps along the path of your Destiny.

There is a mystery to life, a code to be cracked for all those adventurously brave enough to ignore the siren’s call of the future and focus on the myriad knowledge of this Now.

It takes courage to stay put in the present, to explore the Now, which is why I suspect so many refuse to do it.

For those like you and me, those using their nerve, grit and boldness at every turn, life is a great, impromptu gig just waiting for us to dive in and wander around in the moment!

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Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself. –Plato

Welcome to day 19 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

The human mind is designed for all natural thinking,  ready for adventure at every turn. It lives to be surprised and improvise. It’s all about the ad-lib. Yet today, the number 1 cause of pain and stress comes from using our minds inorganically.

From my feeble attempts at woodworking, I can tell you that the right tool for a specific job makes the perfect assistant. You wouldn’t pound screws with a hammer, you don’t knit with toothpicks, and although an old toothbrush is perfect for combating tile grout grunge, I doubt you’d want to reverse the order. Stress comes from the inauthentic use of our minds. When we actively and passionately embrace, when we say “Yes” to the moment at hand—whatever it deals us—we think all naturally, we think sharply, we think the way the mind was built to operate. Eckhart Tolle is spot on to suggest, “Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.”

When we do, stress can’t find a foothold in our thoughts.

When we inorganically goal set outside of the moment, when we adopt binge thinking as our mental operating system, we construct fairytales in a distant fog. When we explore the moment at hand, we have no time to beg the future for anything.

It boils down to one question. Are you a human being or a human getting? Mental health or mental hellth?

Your soul knows which way to go!

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“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”― Arthur Rimbaud

Welcome to day 17 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

Two quotes, the poet Rimbaud’s “Genius is the recovery of childhood at will” and the great Buckminster Fuller’s “Everyone is born a genius, but the process of living de-geniuses them” always make we wonder about the carcinogenic effects of maturity or, at least the common maturation process we are subject to.

Jesus mentioned that we’d need to be “like a child” in order to “enter the kingdom of heaven.” I also dig J.M. Barrie’s “I am not young enough to know everything.”

When did our heads get hijacked? How is it then that somewhere along the way, grownups got it wrong? When did our muscle for amazement atrophy?

Is it that acquired knowledge fills our neurons to the brim, our certainty encrusts our cognition, familiarity freezes our brains solid? With age comes the firewall; nothing in, nothing out, where our exclamations points become the bars of our philosophical prison?

Maybe it’s the psychological side of the physical process where our muscles lose their flexibility as we age? Our brain grows as stiff as our back?

Why did we abandon our childlike enthusiasm in the first place? Too preoccupied to remember our love of play? When did our childlike eagerness for the quest acquiesce to rote dogmatism? Has our daily repetition of certainty made us “experts,” too sure of the way it is to see the possibilities of exploring the way it could be?

Did you know that the original meaning or root of the word “genius” is one’s “animating spirit?” It’s not about smarts. It’s being up-close-and-personal, intimately acquainted with your innate authenticity. If so, and I believe it to be true, are we closer to our genius in youth than we are in our more geriatric stages?

Maybe mental muscle memory robs us of our natural dexterity and the stretchiness of our sense of self?

Perhaps maintaining the perpetual “wonder of youth” is truly the way to go. Paul Hudson is spot on. Maybe question marks are the keys to freeing us from our mental prison? 

I think Thoreau nailed it! “The youth gets together their materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and, at length, the middle-aged concludes to build a woodshed with them.”

No more woodsheds. Why not stick with the palaces of your youth?

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All we are not stares back at what we are. ― W. H. Auden

Welcome to day 16 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

From time to time, I like to remind myself that I truly am up against the clock. Best I can tell I’m not going anywhere soon, but you never know what the timekeeper has in mind.

So most days I am fully aware of what the poet W.H. Auden meant warning “All we are not stares back at what we are.” I’ve a Destiny to fulfill, My Destiny and I need to passionately keep at it, to hip check Fate at every turn and push on. You can’t stop the sand in the hourglass. Author Margaret Atwood is right, “Potential has a shelf life.”

In my search for ways to “keep on keeping on” I try not to miss any stones to overturn. That led me to the term “Stockholm syndrome.” Ever heard of it?

It’s the psychological condition where the captives, weird as it sounds, begin bonding with their abductors, a fellowship with those that fetter them, an unnatural admiration for the authority denying their freedom?

I know, strange indeed. Well there is also an internal, personal version of this “illness,” one where you and I grow comfortable with the false persona we’ve allowed to hijack our lives and jail our ultimate being. To paraphrase Walt Kelly, “I have met the enemy and he or she is me.” The captor and I are one.

We convince ourselves that capture bonding with Fate, with our “fabricated-herd-approved” version is our only chance at happiness, fulfillment and success. Fitting in seems the only way to get something out of this life. Adding insult to injury, is the speed with which our contrived defense mechanisms, what Wilhelm Reich called “character armor,” spreads throughout our minds like an invasive Kudzu vine, forcing our native soil to surrender to it’s ever advancing roots. One day we turn around and can’t separate the real from the rhetoric in our lives.

And for whatever reason, some of us can’t see any other way out. The flag we wave and the towel throw in are both a pathetic white. We convince ourselves that surrender is inevitable, so why not cave. From my days as a cop, I remember repeat criminal offenders would say to me of their time in jail, “at least I get 3 square meals, a hot shower and a cot!”

But for others like YOU, thank God, failure to provoke yourself to greatness, to break the bonds that bind you, and ignoring your natural birthright and boldness, starts to grate on your nerves; the head games are getting old and your heart has had enough!

Sooner or later, you snap and an existential question arises out of your agitation: impeccably human or embedded in the herd? Super Human or Hobbled Soul?

The dark night of the soul exists for this one reason; if the questions are painful, the answers drive the hurt even deeper.

The interrogation begins…..

“Is this what my life was meant to be? I deserve better than this.”

Is happiness in life guaranteed but only for other people?

“Why have I settled for the watered down version of who I am?”

“I’m sick and tired of the blah, lukewarm feeling in my life? What has playing it safe really done for me?”

Ever ask yourself those questions?

If so, it’s time to escape the kudzu cognition, to think sharply, to think like you mean it! It’s time for you to be impeccably human, impeccably YOU!

I’m here for the ride; I’ve punched my ticket, the clock is ticking, I’ve paid my dues, it’s show time!

My days of kowtowing are over.

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The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled. ―Plutarch

Welcome to day 15 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

Do you ever have one of those days where you feel a bit bloated with “blah,” maybe a little bout of irritable brain syndrome; the attack of mental yucky? There’s a medical term for you. Remember, you read it here first.

How do we ever fall victim to the cognitive queasiness? It happens—quite simply—when we treat our minds like second-rate organs. Our stomach receives first-rate attention, but our rinky-dink mind, well it’s on its own! We protect our gut but our grey matter….c’est la vie.

We vow to eat healthy, avoid toxins and extra calories; salt is a no-no as are GMO’s and artificial fillers and additives. We call for “all natural,” “organic” “grass fed” whatnots when we can get it, and forget about processed meals and unnatural food dyes of any color.

Hyper-vigilant when ingesting knife and fork in hand, we’ll stuff our minds and philosophical palates with mounds of pre-packaged, deep-fried junk thoughts at the “all-you-can-inculcate” buffets of everyday banality.

We obsess over 6-pack abs and trimmed waistlines yet ignore all the psycho-fat and flab we consume at the drive-up windows of outside opinion. Those junk points of view pack on some girth.

When it comes to cerebral cuisine, our impeccable culinary standards are quickly tabled and suspended. We’ll guard our appetites at the fridge though not in the face of the static quo.

We’ll wolf down and pig out at the unlimited smorgasbord of criticisms, projections, and prescriptions of the herdlings; don’t forget to waddle on over to the unlimited brainwashed buffet. We’ll snack on side orders of inane expert points of view, to hold us over until the main course arrives!

It’s really quite simple; the day I started counting my cognitive calories with the same sharp-pencil-passion I employ in calculating how many steps or miles I would need to walk off that triple-decker-breakfast-platter, I was on to something; the only fitness regiment that truly matters. Watching our wisdom with the same eagle-eye-focus as our waistline, now we’re talking.

Looking to shed a few pounds? Why not start with the philosophical fixation that you are a vacuum that needs stuffing, a being in desperate need of “all the fixings.”

No more junk calories, or no more binge thinking, loading up on empty ideas!

Born a Super Human, destined to a model life, keep in mind who you ultimately are, tap your All Natural Being, always think sharply and cut out any pinhead attitudes that try to serve you a spoon full of contrary crap.

Why not become a belief gourmet? No artificial sweeteners!

Now that’s a diet I can get behind!!

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I've always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

Welcome to day 14 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I’d like to talk to you about the naysayers in your life, the anal analysts of the faultfinder crowd. Those always on the ready to attack your vision—wrapped in the deceitful guise of for your own good—always hovering nearby to lend a hand; albeit it to smack you in the face.

You know the type, the authors of their own infected fiction, the breed missing both the heart and the head for the game; those toxic Venus-fly-traps masquerading as humans, the walking/talking piles of sucking quicksand, standing by with a formula for your life that only Procrustes could love.

They come is some many sadistic shapes, sizes and varieties—odd really in that they swear by the one-size-fits-all mentality of their fellow herdlings—that I’ve come to group them under the term “static quo.”

Let the spineless spin their vitriol.

All noise!

Nothing noteworthy!

Author Grant Cardone gives us a heads-up. “Weak and overwhelmed individuals respond to others' success by attacking it.”

Now, this is probably about the time some will want to be a bit more compassionate, noting that critics have a wounded inner child, stunted mental growth, a tough past, blah, blah, blah. A little less “Kumbaya” and a way healthier dose of “kick them to the curb aya.”

Enough about them, let’s talk about you.

T.S. Eliot offered some great advice. “Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.”

Let’s add a splash of Liberace, when he answered about his critics, “I cried all the way to the bank.”

Fate uses our factitious critics, the bogus bags of boundless hot air as its accomplice. We can tune them out and smile knowing it’s all part of the gig.

Their foolishness loves company.

Why give it to them?

You have bigger and better things to do!

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I believe that visions are actually God’s way of communicating with us. – Russell Simmons

Welcome to day 13 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I believe Russell Simmons is spot on. The Divine, however you choose to define it, drinks tea and loves popcorn. You can read the leaves or follow the trail when you slow down and open up long enough for the whisper to state its case and show you the way.

I love the Biblical line, “but The Divine was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but The Divine was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but The Divine was not in the fire: and after the fire “a still small voice.”

Ariadne’s Thread is there to guide us through the Labyrinth if we will crouch and gently pick it up. For those that have forgotten—that’s all it truly is, a forgetting—we can reclaim our “tracking abilities” with a bit of focused practice.

So how can we start? Author Shannon Adler offers this thought. “We are chained by our own control. Life is nothing more than finding the key that unlocks every part of our soul” which always reminds me of Arthur C. Clark’s “secret compass of the soul.”

Even so, if we get out of our own way, what is “magnetic north” for our compass?

Finding your bearings begins with sharpening your senses, contemplating the sense of your authentic Destiny and stubbornly refusing to aid and abet the “static quo” in your life. It is your fine-tuned personal acuity that forms your path in the moment.

In the Labyrinth our needle is a good bit more mercurial, pointing to the very next “adjacent possible” in the moment at hand. The Fingerprints of Providence as I like to call them are those impromptu visions, intuitive inklings or mysterious whispers that attract our attention and grab our spine. It’s when a sneaking suspicion presents itself in the foggiest or faintest of ideas.

Triggered by something in our environment, a sight, a word, a chance occurrence that can’t be rationalized away, these are the synchronicities, epiphanies, serendipities, and coincidences that are our telltales. Once we begin to recognize the revelatory nature of these clues, our eyes and ears grow more akin to their presence and their message.

Left over from why criminal investigator days are my beliefs that bad guys (and girls) leave clues at the scene of their crimes and that when your hone your detective skills you greatly enhance your success of solving any case.

I was very fortunate to have as a Sergeant and teacher one of the sharpest, criminally inquisitive minds I’ve ever met. He taught me very early on to pay scalpel-like attention to the details at hand. “Clues are left everywhere. If the suspect(s) were here, they left something behind. If you’re not smart enough to find the evidence of their encounter with this particular environment don’t blame the scene’s fault, it’s your senses that are out of whack.”

Over the next few hours, give your self permission to invest just 1/72 of your day to investigate the signals sent to you. No preconceived notions of a destination, no hopes, dreams or desires. Suspend your belief in control and let be. Surrender and follow their lead, hopscotch as they come, unnerving as it may seem, one tangent after the next. If you need to, set your phone or watch to let you know when the 20 minutes is up, no worries. Just let the search take you where it will, and wait for your intuition to chime in.

I always remember Oscar Wilde’s thought, “It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.”

For the next 20 minutes abandon your need for a destination, let your Destiny drive you, let your adventure in the Labyrinth begin and never forget that when you bring your unique brand of bold, Providence pulls for you!

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To a great mind, nothing is little. – Sherlock Holmes

Welcome to day 12 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I hear some stories from time to time that the US is thinking about doing away with pennies. “They’re a nuisance” and as currency goes, they’ve become almost obsolete, a pain to deal with. They’re just pennies, too insignificant to carry around and be bothered with; they’re a waste, so why not toss them?

It’s quite similar the way many of us look at time. Individual minutes, like the Lincoln heads, are a bit insignificant, we have plenty of them, so why get worked up over tossing a few away? What can I buy with 1 cent? What can I accomplish in 1 moment? Too trivial to total up to much, if I blow this one, there are plenty out there!

With economies around the world valued in trillions of dollars, what’s a hand full of copper going to do for you? In time’s ultimate currency of eons, what’s a hand full of minutes going to matter in the grand scheme of things? Given their “obvious irrelevance,” who really cares? What’s wrong with killing some time?

When one honestly calculates the power of this particular moment in all of time, the tables turn pretty quickly.

Like individual snowflakes eventually leading to awe-inspiring avalanches, or individual drops of rain filling all the oceans with their 326 million trillion gallons of water, seems the tiny, computed properly, isn’t so trivial after all. As Andre Gide put it, “gradation, gradation, and then a sunned leap.”

The pint-sized is really just the prodigious in waiting. What’s the saying? “Big things come in little packages” or as Stevie Ray Vaughn called it “Living Life by the drop.” I love that.

Take your day for example; if you divide your 24 hours in 20-minute segments, you have 72 opportunities to have a major impact on your life. Forget the passion-siphoning urban myth of 10,000 hours to gain mastery of any ability; you can begin, right now, in this 20 minutes, this 1/72 of your day to make substantial changes and progress in any area of your life. These tiny, handfuls of moment, are the true paths to mega in your life.

So, for the next 20 minutes, just 1/72 of our overall day, life by the drop right? Just for now, let’s suspend our certainties and adopt Carl Sandburg’s philosophy “Hope is an echo. Hope ties itself yonder, yonder, yonder.” For just a little while, right now, no yonder! Channel your inner Dante; “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.” NO goals, no aspirations, no dreamy stratagems, longing or whishing, just relinquish the expedition mentality and passionately explore the adventure that is The Labyrinth at hand.

Plunge the rabbit holes, revere the randomness naturally flowing in and around you, detect and decode Ariadne’s Thread, or as I like to call them the “Fingerprints of Providence” dancing in your periphery. Like tealeaves or a cosmic popcorn trail, the hints at hand suggesting your next move.

It’s here where the clues to your genuine happiness, fulfillment and even personal and professional success shimmer in undulation, the lefts and rights, the stops and starts of Life’s labyrinth, in the maze of this moment you can be reborn.

Whatever your desire, whatever grabs your spine, invest just 20 minutes to treat yourself, to embrace your endeavor, to do your right thing. It doesn’t require the monumental, just a hand full of minutes to reorient yourself with the natural tools and temperaments you already authentically possess.

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Dare to Innovate. Do something astonishing. Disrupt yourself. –Whitney Johnson

Welcome to day 11 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

As contrary as it is to popular belief—a dogma so deceitful that the gullible never see its adverse effects until it is too late—a mantra for misguided minds, our goals and dreams, those “to do lists” we normally use hoping to tame the natural tempest of Life, rob us of what it means to thrive in The Labyrinth, of what it truly means to be alive.

Now I know all the “experts” will line up and cry “foul!” They’ll claiming “goal setting is the keys to happiness.”  “If you don’t have a goal, how will you ever know that you have succeeded?” “What will you use as your benchmark, your litmus test of triumph?” “Everyone sets goals!” “How will we ever get from A to B without them?”

Blah, blah, blah. Waa, waa, waa. Cue the voice of Charlie Brown’s Mom.

Mired in our dependence on cock-and-bull beliefs and the automated attitudes of the experts, preoccupied with their paint-by-the-number presets and upholstered plans, our “think-on-our-feet” creativity and “off-the-cuff” dexterity sadly drains away.

We were born to innovate!

Forget that research scientists and psychologists warn us that goals and goal setting dramatically limit our possibility of success, that goals are the perfect way to make sure you always live from paycheck to paycheck. Contrary to the bill of goods we’ve been sold, goals aren’t the panacea they promise; far from it.

Here’s a kicker, do you know that the ancient root meaning of the word “goal” means “limit or boundary” to be set?

Born limitless, why confine yourself? Your brain isn’t designed for subjugation to boundary. Want a resolution that works, resolve never to make one again! You’re better than the goals you set!

On the other hand, the adventurous types, spurred by the moment, truly come alive when they naturally dovetail improv with the ad-lib thrown at them.

That’s why I’m a huge fan of Whitney Johnson’s challenge to us. “Dare to Innovate. Do something astonishing. Disrupt yourself.”

Please give her brilliance a moment to sink in.

All creativity, all innovation comes from disruption of the norm, of ignoring the “static quo” bombarding you, braving your own path into the unknown at hand. When you can shake yourself or someone else out of their acquiescence to the run-of-the-mill, you astonish and recreate their very outlook on the myriad possibilities of life itself. When you handle life as it comes, She gives you your life back!

Now, disruption personally and professionally, requires foresight, a boatload of courage and the utmost perseverance; it’s not the easy path, absolutely the road less traveled, no doubt! I think it was Will Rogers that said, “You’ve got to go out on a limb sometimes because that’s where the fruit is.”

But so many of us want to play it safe, want to wrap our arms around the base of the tree’s trunk, look skyward, lamenting our (alleged) inability to climb and scramble.

We create our goals as either safety nets or scapegoats, there to let us off the hook for bravely confronting the uncertainty at hand. With some distant challenge to preoccupy us, to hope for a “down the road,” we get to ignore the disruption du jour at hand; scares the crap out of us so we opt to take a pass at the present while gift wrapping the future in our minds. Goals are crutches, or tickets pre-punched for some end of the line. Covered in our expedition mindsets, our tunnel vision allows us to ignore the adventure right under our noses.

We don’t want to confront and learn the truth buried in the moment, so we blindly pin our hopes on some distant “that day.” Remember the Churchill quote? “We stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened.”

To add insults to injury, those wrapped in the monocular vision of tomorrow, don’t want to be who they truly are today; the inauthentic mask they weave and wear is “comfortably fine, thank you very much.”

I hate the “F” word.

Ignoring the advice of Joseph Campbell’s wise words, “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us” as well as the French writer Charles Du Bos, “The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we might become” gives us the go ahead to turn a blind-eye and a deaf-ear to the magnificent and mysterious clues of the moment.

So it comes down once again to what type of mindset are you? Adventurous or Expeditious? Is your cognitive layout more open to the carcinogenic effects of goal setting, or the call of the wild at hand?

I get that it’s risky business going against the grain. But if you’ve stuck with me this far in the post, I suspect you are the latter breed.

In the moment, you know it’s all about a visceral sense; a curious feeling that grabs your spine and holds you attention until the next clue surfaces. It’s the moment’s off-the-cuff, void of the desire for the end of the rainbow, that intrigues you, fully aware that The NOW—as wonderful uncertainty that it naturally is—is the only pot of gold worth finding.

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Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place. –Mandy Hale

Welcome to day 10 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

In a day and age where everyone seems freaked out by caprice and unpredictability, I love the term “beautiful uncertainty” coined by author Mandy Hale and her belief that “Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place.” Which is a pretty cool way of highlighting Shakespeare’s “Thus we do…by indirection find direction out.”

If I can drop one other name and idea on you, that of prominent English historian Edward H. Carr: “No sane person ever believed in a kind of progress which advanced in an unbroken straight line without reverses and deviations and breaks in continuity, so that even the sharpest reverse is not necessarily fatal. Clearly there are periods of regression as well as periods of progress. Moreover, it would be rash to assume that, after a retreat, the advance will be resumed from the same point or along the same line.”

These and literally thousands of corroborating statements and investigative hours in my 30-year search, studying creativity, invention and innovation in the fields of business, the arts, scientific endeavor and entrepreneurship, and I am now certain that Life is a Labyrinth, a ubiquitous hodgepodge of uncertainty blended with varying touches and degrees of possibility.

We infuse it with fairytale beliefs in silver bullets and quick fixes, we insist on preprogramed “as the crow flies” routes, dreams and goals we can target and “lock in,” we demand short-cut magic carpet rides set to our tunnel-vision coordinates. For the time being is bypassed, craving the bird’s eye view.

And though it is quite normal (not natural, but normal) to believe in the commonplace misdirection of our day, I’m convinced that Life works a great deal more erratically than we can bring ourselves to admit.

We take faux comfort and even more flimsy shelter in our constant attempts to script the un-scriptable, brainwashed to believe that you can tell Fate how your life will unfold, failing to realize she doesn’t do ad hoc.

There are no straight shots; it’s a ricochet between rabbit holes, no paths, no perfect lines through the chaos, and no treadmill like conveyor belts dropping us off at the successful completion of our plans, forever with the image of a carrot etched in our vision.

Life’s magnificent beauty lays in its spur-of-the-moment strike-while-the-iron-is-hot mystery, in the constant repetition of the unrepeatable moment at hand, where our only assurance is outright uncertainty and our only chance at success it to catch and ride the wave.

When the natural world shows us that the only regular is the irregular, all we can do is passionately embrace the spectacular makeshift of it all.

Life’s labyrinth, God’s giant jigsaw puzzle is a grand adventure in a cauldron of sudden starts and stops, sharp turns and twists, up and downs, left and rights, pivots and swerves, a dynamic, zig-zag dance with the adjacent possible along a fleetingly temporary trajectory.

In the ever-undulating deviations and disruptions, stepping stones and stumbling blocks, highs and lows, hits and hurts of your personal labyrinth, there is little structure or discernible lattice to be found, at least initially. Any framework crystallizes only in retrospect.

It’s why Arthur Schopenhauer could offer “When you look back on your life, it looks as though it were a plot, but when you are into it, it’s a mess: just one surprise after another. Then, later, you see it was perfect” or why Steve Jobs told us “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.” The brilliant French mathematician Benoit Mandelbrot’s knew of this mystery when he said “My life seemed to be a series of events and accidents, yet when I look back I see a pattern.”

That’s one of the many beauties in our gig; we only see a formula in the rearview mirror. I dig Joseph Campbell’s take on it. “If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s” along with his reminder that when the Knight’s of the round table set off in pursuit of the Holy Grail, “they enter the forest where the straight way was lost, where there was no track or path.”

Life is in fact an awesome adventure; the only inevitability is the impromptu, an amazing Labyrinth of cryptic chance, a horizon no farther away than immediately beneath our feet, where serendipity and synchronicity bubble just at the edge of our periphery, laughably immune to our desires and plans.

It boils down to this. All the existential hopes your dreams can muster, will never remove this uncertainty. Longing for a future moment is living beyond your means; it’s signing a check you may not be able to cover.

Why blindfold ourselves, pinning our hopes on a better future or greener grass, oblivious to the Stick of Fate and its unrelenting push to smash our piñata?

All we can truthfully count on is This Particular Now in its myriad, seductive, “beautiful uncertainty.” Cool thing is, with no particular place to go, you have every opportunity To Be.

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Gratitude is the sign of noble souls.—Aesop

Welcome to day 9 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

That any of us, the individuals that we are, ever made it here to Life absolutely puzzles and humbles me. Looking over our past, the chances are truly astonishingly astronomical, odds to one with way too many zeros to type, that your mind, wrapped in the body you call “Me,” made it to this day and your age scaling myriad hurdles, just blows me away.

Just because you are here, doesn’t mean you had to be here.

That the Universe ever formed, Adam and Eve or Evolving Apes, whatever path you believe, that our solar system, noting but the latest end of the means that are cosmic collisions and gravity, that humans haven’t found a way to kill each other off yet, that your great, great, great Grand Father hooked up with your great, great, great Grand Mother, that your Mom decided to date your Dad and not the “other guy, next door,” all of it proves you are a human collection of “near misses” that are the foundation of your family tree.

Think of all the specific happenstance in the last say 1000 years, where your lineage very easily could have been some else’s genealogy. YOU are the progeny of indescrible random chance at its phenomenal, pinnacle best.

Even though our Ego does a great job at trying to convince us otherwise, chances are pretty good that the skin bag of genetic material you’ve become and are so proud of…shouldn’t be here in the first place. Nothing about our existence was entitled.

And I think of all the “freak accidents” you read about.

Just last week an unusual storm blew up where I live, snapped a tree limb and a cyclist, trying to get back to shelter, was in the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time and was killed.

A week later, a small chunk of rock facade, weakened from the winter freezes and spring thaw, falls from 5 stories and hits the exact square foot occupied by a lady out for a walk. Slam! Dead!

That we ever made it here, and that we make it through any precarious day to its end, that we don’t unconsciously tap out in our sleep, is for me a huge reason to be thankful!

Contemplating the blank screen and flashing cursor that is our life, the Grim Reaper—scythe in hand and a bounty on our heads—gunning for us at every turn, it’s Gratitude, in and of itself that fills me.

Another day in the gig?

I’m freaking in!!

The Divine (in whatever shape you accept or believe in), The Creator or an exploding Cosmic fireball, God or Gravity, the Big Bang or the Big Breath, whether you believe we were tossed from the Garden of Eden or trekked off the grasslands of Africa, engineered by evolution or Elohim, Heaven or the Higgs Field, it simply does not matter in this discussion. We’re talking about gratitude with or without a target. Up to you!

Whatever you believe about our genesis, why not be thankful for your turn until the end?

If we are alive, we have already won the lottery.

I could not be more thankful for a continuing shot at THIS gig.

It’s a great one and I’m grateful for it.

Of all the guidelines in life, appreciation and gratitude are the grease of the Human mind.

Aesop may have been right, “Gratitude is the sign of noble souls.” But it also the sign of those that deeply appreciate just what a once in a lifetime opportunity they’ve been given.

[brianbrawdy]

Only those that attempt the absurd are capable of achieving the impossible. ― Miguel de Unamuno

Welcome to day 8 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

Yesterday, in the Day 7 post, we conducted a “thought experiment” to jog and stimulate our memories. Only you know in your heart and your head, if the Deal with The Divine is hypothetical or not; it’s up to you. Either way, if you are here on this planet, you have a purpose.

Your Destiny is encoded in your DNA and Fate is that blocking force, the subversive reality trying to derail you, to hinder your heart’s desire at every juncture; it’s why we have the term “the twists and turns of Fate.”

Now, the deck is totally stacked in your favor when you remember….

You’re born a Superhuman

When you exercise who you truly are, Providence pulls for you.

When you treat life as an adventure, your unique boldness rises to the surface

Any obstacles, when calculated correctly, are cognitive cairns to help chart your path.

Some thoughts have a shelf life; it’s best to remember that from time to time your mind benefits from a cognitive spring-cleaning.

That said Fate has some formidable weapons as well. It does what it can to obfuscate any attempts toward personal enlightenment. It produces and perpetuates our Amnesia because when we are uncertain about our purpose and potential, we are easier to confound and corral. Blocked from a true understanding of our All Natural cognition and capabilities, we are easier to manipulate and mold.

One way to fall for Fate’s grift and grand larceny is to blindly accept the lesser, watered-down version of you. Beyond your blindspots, underneath Fate’s attempt at graffiti, you are truly limitless. If you find yourself floundering in any area of your life, you’ve simply forgotten who you are and believe me, Fate is absolutely cool with that.

It also does what it can to confuse the meaning between normal and natural. That something is commonplace and mundane does nothing to make it natural. When the “tired and true” is accepted for the way it truly is, simply because it’s the way it’s always been done, we put another nail in our cognitive coffin. Fate counts on the overwhelming weight of repetitiveness to force you into compliance and out of earshot of your calling.

The normalcy of heretofore has nothing to do, zero, zilch to do with your ultimate capabilities or your eventual success in life. Normality is a habit; it needn’t be a death sentence.

How are some of your customary thoughts keeping you in check? What habits do you support that are holding you back?

When we look around at the most successful people in any field or passion, they are the “abnormal” ones. They are fantastically unreasonable in the face of the “static quo,” thriving on instigation and disruption of the norm, they are the arousers of all natural thinking, the architects and artists of humanity’s cutting-edge.

Fate hates creativity; it’s taste for plastic fruit is responsible for most of the misery we wrap ourselves in.

The Spanish poet and philosopher Miguel de Unamuno was right when he reminded us “Only those that attempt the absurd are capable of achieving the impossible.” Or as the late Dr. George Sheehan put it, “If you want to win anything—a race, your self, your life—you have to go a little berserk.” And for the hatrick, George Bernard Shaw, “The reasonable adapt themselves to the world: the unreasonable persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable ones.”

Be absurd in the face of your Fate. Don’t fall for it’s head games and devastatingly self destructive tactics. Go berserk! Dare greatly! Be unreasonable! Rise to the All Natural challenge of your Destiny and live the Life you most certainly deserve.

[brianbrawdy]

“Success is your duty, obligation, and responsibility.” ― Grant Cardone

Welcome to day 7 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

How about a quick thought experiment? A wee bit of mental gymnastics to jumpstart our minds?

Imagine, just for a moment, that right before your birth, you learn you’re in the running for a human consciousness. You’re on the short list, but the offer comes with a couple of strings attached, there is some fine print as there always is, and Providence moves to explain the details of the non-negotiable deal right up front; it is the cost of the ticket, to board the ride, that brings you to life.

Now, the terms and conditions are straightforward and clear; the price for the overall opportunity of a lifetime, is the all-in, whole-hearted acceptance of your personal Destiny; should you be awarded an “individual sized” packet of the Universe’s overall energy, you pledge a tour de force life. You promise to vigorously apply all of your natural resources and authentic vitality to optimize your time on earth. Living with unbridled vision and passion; that’s the gig you’re being offered. NO apathy allowed.

Now, there is also a warning; on your final day, you will be held accountable for your overall energy expenditure.

This deal isn’t for administrating conservation, but for courageousness applied. You commit to surrender yourself to death fully spent, 100% toast, your mental and physical reserves completely depleted, having burned through every bit of the…. brilliance, strength and nerve given to you at the outset of your journey.

If you decide to jump in, you better go all out. There is no room for mediocrity. Swear to live life to the hilt, or step aside, get out of the way and we’ll call the next in line.

You take The Divine up on its offer, a deal encoded, genetically programmed into your DNA. You vow to Live Fully, Think Sharply and Leave Empty! Your contract with the Creator sealed, there is an outstanding invoice on your head! There is only one way to pay it off. The adventure and your obligation begins.

You depart as the guardian of your own grit, your awesome is built in, hardwired with the potential to pull off almost anything, constituted with natural resilience, temperament and tools to complete the transaction, to fulfill your unique Destiny.

Now, fight as it may, and it will, that’s its job, Fate has other plans when you arrive. Journeying into the Labyrinth of Life, Fate is there to confound and obstruct.

Even so, you cannot be derailed, huff and puff as it might, Fate cannot void your Destiny without your express permission; for it to win, you must aid and abet.

Which means that there are really only two types of people in the world; those that keep the promise, and those that take a pass, those that adhere to the original conditions of their adventure, and those that acquiesce to Fate.

Dangerous game to be playing, because I think the Universe holds grudges and it’s got a life long memory. Your purpose or be damned.

You took an oath to be impeccably human, to bring you’re “A” Game to life. Your initiative is indelibly etched in your Soul. Your dreams are simply the treaty’s echo reverberating through out time and your mind; Seal that deal or go home broken.

Grant Cardone is spot on. “Success is your duty, obligation, and responsibility.”

You made a pact with The Higher Power, are you living up to that promise?

You entered a bargain; God delivered, did you?

[brianbrawdy]

I always had a need to be more than a puny human. I want to be a superhuman. ― David Bowie

Welcome to day 6 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

The other day I was asked if given one wish, whatever I wanted, what would it be? I thought about it a bit, and asked if I could have two smaller wishes as opposed to the one big wish.

For those of you that know me, it probably isn’t surprising that right up front I wanted to barter a better deal, to arm-wrestle the Genie for a two for one. My friend just shook her head, and said ok; two it is.

My first wish would be that every time my 3 sons and my beautiful daughter would look into the mirror they’d remember just who they’re really seeing, just who they are truly talking to when they carry on a conversation with their reflection. When they see into their own eyes I want them to remember that they were born a SuperHuman, that they are a great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandchild of the divine, and as a direct descendant they are a fractal of that ubiquitous power and ambition, they are a fruition of the Universe, an opus of Providence itself.

Let all the experts argue over Big Bang or Big Breath, exploding cosmic fireball or the exhale of a creator Father, tune them out, and always listen for their background echo, the authentic intuition, the energy of that initial, animating spark continually reverberating within them. To always be impeccably human and never apologize for doing so.

That Jen Sincero is right to call you, “a badass,” (link to day 5) Jason Silva is spot on when he refers to you as “Cosmic Poetry.”

Ignore the walking-talking-Venus fly traps in life, those thin-skinned bottomless pits of quick-sand, critics at the ready, suggesting you cover your once-in-a-lifetime poetry with a carceral palette, a taste for garden-variety attitudes and the limiting, if not crippling beliefs that block you from employing and enjoying the stunning ability of your all-natural mind?

Encased in their everyday averageness, never forget that their misery from living a watered-down life loves company and they loathe being alone.

They are counting on your amnesia, a blindspot in your personal reflection, a mental myopia blocking you from remembering who you ultimately are. Your courage scares them, your vision blinds them, and your determination reminds them of all they refuse to become. Ignore them.

Never turn your back, a blind-eye-or a deaf-ear on your cosmic lineage, no matter what they tell you. At every attempt to marginalize you, to discount or dehumanize you, always remember you were Born special; as were they, but should they decide to put themselves “on special” like some red-tagged tchotchke item tossed on the marked down table at a local discount retail store, let ‘em. Truth is, not everyone optimizes their inborn potential in the time they’re given, some just don’t have the stomach for it. They will never ask themselves what they are here for because they can’t handle hearing the answer.

Guys, remember, if you ever feel unhappy, unfulfilled, unsuccessful, unmotivated it’s because in a weak moment you’re temporarily unaware, you’ve simply underestimated who you ultimately are. If you ever get to a point where life feels blah, don’t blame Her, it’s your self-appraisal skills that suck; if you treat yourself like a penny stock, if you undervalue who you ultimately are, don’t blame the Universe for your fate.

And don’t be deceived. Don’t let them sell you on the concept of treating God or the Universe like a cosmic short-order cook or giant ATM. Always panhandling Providence, ungratefully pleading, begging for some future benefit or bauble, rummaging around; hoping, hoping, hoping one day to manifest some new you. Never plaintively beg the Future for anything when you already have everything you need at your disposal and command.  Never treat God like a gift horse you look in the mouth. You were designed as a SuperHuman, now stand up and act like it!

You’re the owner/operator of 3 pounds (forgive the pun) but 48 ounces of head coach, teaming a hundred billion neurons, 3 hundred billion glial rivets, with a hundred trillion synapses, that’s just for starts. YOUR brain IS a preeminent, unparalleled class of its own. You’ve already won the lottery, be thankful; show your gratitude by being who you truly are.

My second wish would be that every time they left the mirror, they would clearly understand what they were heading into, a situational awareness. That Gary Vaynerchuck is absolutely right to ask them to “step back and think about just how awesome it actually is to have been born during THIS ear-a.” Always “check your six” and “see with your ears.” Remember that many times your gut grasps your surrounds long before the light bulb goes on.

Guys, we really do live in an amazing time with epic opportunities to make our lives stunningly spectacular; to hone our heads, embrace our hearts,

answering Life’s call as we hear it, fashioning our destiny in any way we see fit. That’s the beauty of today; it’s always the right time to bring it; to grab your grit and get into the game.

Bottom line? Your Soul is here to steal the show, to wow the crowd and the world; Providence knows it, and actively applauds and supports those that accept the personal responsibility to bring their own bold.

Never forget that a blockbuster life begins when you get back to YOUR basics. Your pinnacle? Rooted in your primitive. Your Excellence? Encoded in your essence.

The purpose of life is the pushing of its limits; if you’re here, you have everything you need to look Fate in the eyes and accept the gift of your long shot with a grin on your face.

The Universe deals in the currency of grit; spend yours, and she returns it exponentially, you push, she pulls; your commitment to authenticity equals her commitment to YOU.

So those are my two wishes for my children, you and your children, nieces and nephews, grandchildren. Remember WHO you ultimately are and just WHERE your unique brand of boldness and brilliance decided to land and spend some time.

[brianbrawdy]

There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self. —John Gay

Welcome to day 5 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

Please believe me when I say that I never would have thought, not for a moment, that a blog post about my left foot should be appropriate.

This morning when I jumped out of bed at 4:00 AM, I immediately felt the twinge of pain in my arch and set out, hobbling around in the dark, crashing into the nightstand and the dog, searching for my heal spur sleeve which I wear almost religiously. 

After years of running, training, climbing, I have a really pronounced case of plantar fasciitis. If you’re not personally familiar with this nagging, poltergeist of an injury, GOD love ya!

For those of us that have one, they are almost unimaginably painful, sometimes making it nearly impossible to move around at all.

So, I have adopted the habit of wearing a special compression half-sock that keeps the pain at bay, sometimes almost erasing it completely. Along with stretching whenever I can, it totally does the trick. They do such a fantastic job, Ashley stuffed my Christmas stocking with a two pack for a “wash one, wear one” game plan. 

Every now and then, I’ll take it off to sleep, forget to put it on when I get up, and the following morning I’m instantly reminded of the previous day’s absentmindedness.

I’ve become a sock-cyborg. It’s not only a part of my wardrobe; it’s become a part of my mental sense of self as well. Half-Sock on, all is good in my world. Half-Sock off, good luck walking pain free.

Starting my day sitting outside in the cold, waiting for the sun to finally drag itself over the horizon, I wondered about my newfound cyborg status. I also wondered about any thoughts I use in a similar fashion; what ideas do I wrap myself in, what outlooks do I use as a crutch to get through my day?

If my foot and me can’t make it 24 hours authentically, what fabricated philosophies, what mental apparatuses have I come to rely on?

Do you have any cognitive crutches, intellectual supports you’ve become addicted to, any dependency on certain beliefs that support your mental balance?

Now before you wonder how I could tie my weak foot to a world-famous philosopher, remember, “You can’t spell ‘Brian’ without the ‘i’ in idiot.”

Sitting on the porch, my mind drifted back as I channeled my inner Rene Descartes and “applied myself earnestly and freely to the general overthrow of all my former opinions, ridding myself of all previously adopted attitudes” and ideas.

Here’s my thought; from time to time we are best served to undergo a mental spring-cleaning, a self-imposed, brain-washing to pare away any psychological regiments that may, just may be holding us back.

Keep the good stuff, toss the crap, and start over again.

18th Century British poet John Gay tells us “There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.”

I’m in, it’s just I want to reevaluate and readjust my outlook from time to time to make certain, as best I can, I know that my “Self” is as native and all natural  as it can possibly be. I want to make sure that I don’t have any cognitive compression half-socks blocking me from using my mind the way Nature intended.

[brianbrawdy]

You must unlearn what you have learned. - Yoda

Welcome to day 4 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

When I was a young boy, my Mom packed my sister and me on an airplane one summer, sending us south to Virginia to spend some time with our “country cousins.” It was my first ever flight, Piedmont Airlines, and the first time I would ever be away from her and my younger brothers for an extended period of time. I certainly did not like the idea of leaving home to hang out on a farm, but the tears I shed on the tarmac that thick, rainy morning spoke more of my “separation anxiety” than anything else.

I remember being ushered to my window seat, and a flight attendant (they were called stewardesses back then) giving Jan and me a snack to calm me down; even in those days no one wanted screaming kids in the cabin. I will never forget the small bags of tasty, dry-roasted peanuts or that we got them for free.

The rain quickly picked up and pelted the window as the plane shook and rumbled down the runway. Soon after takeoff, the deep, vibrating drone of the engine was the perfect white noise and I was out like a light.

At some point later I awoke thinking my head was on fire. As I came to, my face leaning up against the window, I noticed the Sun burning bright and hot. Squinting, looking down, the clouds seemed like vast fields of snow spread as far as I could see. Years later skiing in Vail, Colorado I would flash back to that flight and remember that the great white expanse looked much the same a giant horizontal mogul field, neatly punctuated with billowing mounds of snow.

I rubbed my swollen eyes, blinked a few times and did my best to fight the glare. I remember thinking, how did we get on the “other side” of the clouds? “How could I have slept through it? The clouds seemed so thick and formidable. How did the plane do it? Was there an opening, a whole I missed?”

I sat there puzzled, chewing on my second bag of nuts, kicking the seat of the person in front of me, amazed in my little boy wonder.

Before too long, at least in my mind, it was time to start landing and I remember bracing, startled as we dipped into the clouds; the white fluff erased by choking grey, the sun was gone, the streaking water drops returned to my window and an instant later, I could see the hazy ground below in the distance.

“My plane can punch through a cloud, I’ll bet I can throw my football through a cloud, and rain seems to pass through them ok. What kind of obstacle could they truly be?”

In that moment it dawned on me; the Sun is always out and on overcast days, only a thing as fragile and fleeting as a cloud separates us from its warmth and light; blocked from time to time, but always there.

We seem to learn very early in life that our brick walls we run into, those barriers rising to block our path and stifle our desires are these huge, invincible obstructions that not only thwart our plans but also announce our failure. Instead of identifying them as the cul-de-sacs they truly are, we’re taught to surrender to them and face our dead end.

Ever do that to yourself? Let a stumbling block scare you stiff?

Of all the ideas you and I have ever accepted, this one makes the top of the list of thoughts that need to be tossed out. Or as Yoda warned Luke Skywalker in Star Wars, “You must unlearn what you have learned.”

Here are my three reasons in a nutshell. Our obstacles are most times just optical illusions, never insurmountable and always instructional.

When we step back, think sharply, and take our time   it’s not the overpowering barrier we first conjure up.

Our disruptions only derail us when we give up.

When we look at the hurdle as a hint, a clue into how we might readdress our drive, many times there is a lesson just waiting for us.

The temporary is never the terminal unless we let them scare us away, forcing us to tap out. Our roadblocks are never a conclusion if we view them as a countering, a call to adjust and hit it again. NO fears, just the mental fiber and fortitude to keep pivoting, swerving, learning, and moving.

In a recent episode of The Walking Dead Deanna channels her inner Ovid and offers "Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.”

Or as I’ve learned to say, “I’ve never met an obstacle I couldn’t outlast, or a drawback I didn’t dig.”

[brianbrawdy]

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. –Helen Keller

Welcome to Day 3 of the 29 Days to Reviving Your All Natural Super Human.

I have for quite some time now believed that the absolute “Key To Life” (cue the heavenly trumpet riff) is to Bring Your Own Bold, to take the wind straight in the face, square your shoulders, smile and push on. NO fear, no excuses, and most certainly no complacency. If you are here, you are here to be BOLD.

Have you ever heard the Helen Keller quote about boldness? “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.” She points out that boldness is both a way to act and the reward for doing so. Boldness is a universal, self-fulfilling cycle.

How about the Teddy Roosevelt’s challenge to display your bold, personal grit? “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong stumble, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man (and woman) who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spend themselves in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if they fail, at least fails while daring greatly, so that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

So let me ask you? If boldness is the way to go, why have so many opted for the timid route? Why do couch potatoes out number courageous people, 100’s, 1,000’s to 1? Why do we have entrepreneurs of spirit so outnumbered by those escaping under the cover of myriad forms of mind-numbing entertainment? Why are some so driven while the docile spread far and wide?

Brash as it sounds, I have discovered the straightforward reason.

It boils down to how you see life itself. Do you view it as an adventure or an expedition?

The Latin root of the term “adventure” means “something about to happen” while “expedition” is a pre-planned route to certain point. One actively embraces the impromptu twists and turns of Life’s labyrinth; one is tethered to the treadmill in pursuit of the elusive carrot. If you’re a fan of the Greek Myths, our world is divided between the Theseus the Tantalus camps of cognition.

Some of us absolutely thrive facing the uncertainty, the fate awaiting us just around the corner, while many others hope that their distant gaze at some down the road goal will somehow keep chance (and chaos) at bay. Some of us thrive orienteering, others as the crow flies. It’s almost as if they figure that not looking Life straight in the eye, their journey will be sheltered from the storm. Some of us know firsthand that gale force winds and hail make us who we are; brains built by the buffets.  

It is apparent to anyone stopping to think clearly, sharply, that Life Digs What It Is, so you better bring what you are! Admit to yourself the boldness of your all natural being, allow yourself to bring it front and center in your life, or acquiesce to whimsical fate.

Before we run, how do you view your life? If you’re currently feeling less than fired up about your personal or professional situations, it’s time; let’s go kick in some doors.