The car ride home…
I’ve had so many long car rides; as I’m sure you have. Driving 3084.6 miles to Georgia back, 5420 miles back ‘n forth to Cali repeatedly, and so on. I drive A LOT really is an understatement. Nevertheless once again I was driving, this time with my brother and though only an hour, was one of the most impactful rides in recent memory. Probably will always be an important memory.
We talked last night’s fun, and life and goals and all that. Typical. Brotherly. Atypical were discussions of the ugly stuff. In my previous blog I mentioned “The Judge”, well the negative projections I’d had about myself and fears, doubts, truths, enveloped our conversation for the next few hours. My shit, his shit, our shit, all the shit. But seriously I’m grateful. (This is the part where I’m supposed to insert the gush about time wit my bro, but let’s just call that a constant in this scenario)
I’m grateful for 2 particular reasons: 1) I’m glad I could audibly begin talking to someone about some vulnerable stuff and receive the reciprocal. 2) I made progress in, as Gary Vee put it, “owning my shit”
Bottom line: we all have some anchors holding us back at times (mental, emotional, etc.) But before you try and move forward, you MUST ADDRESS THE ANCHORS! If you can’t do it alone then I implore you to talk to someone. Hopefully you’ll be as fortunate as me and it’s with someday you fuck with, idk maybe your brother. 😉
My brother is the best for real.