Hey you. Tap, tap. Yeah, you on the other side of the screen... Wake up! I mean it. Even if you think you are awake, likely you are just sleepwalking through the day. And that cup of coffee? Not going to help for this kind of wake-up. No, I am talking about waking from your get-up-work-eat-drink-sleep-repeat lifestyle. I’m surprised you even call it living. And lifestyle? Not much style there if you ask me. I have big dreams, and like me, I bet you do, too. Or at least you did at one time. So, ...
We are at a pivotal time in history. Never before has so much information, so much stuff, been available to us at all hours of the day and night. It’s like a fire hose that we can’t turn off. I see us, this human species, on the precipice of something great—or not. The choice is ours. To move beyond the constraints of selfishness, of a me-centered mindset, will take time and intention. We are at nearly 7 billion people on this planet that we call Earth and it’s not sustainable to continue ...
The plan was laid. My mom was returning home. After a year away, her personal experiment at moving back to the town where she grew up was coming to a close. Last October, just two weeks after she left her tiny casita in what was a fevered rush to get to greener grass, she declared she’d be returning to her house after the lease was up. The big move, which included, I swear, over one hundred pots, from little to large, filled with succulents and other plants, would ...
Sheet Metal Worker. Artist. Mom. Dancer. Son. Street sweeper. Accountant. Wife. Who are you? No, really? Who are you after you peel off the layers of the socially and culturally sanctioned roles? Who are you when you are not what you do? Who are you when you close your eyes at night, when you take that deep soul-rocking breath, and exhale the day’s stress and grime away? Do you know? Are you the person you thought you’d be when you grew up (as ...
When we have arrived at the question, the answer is already near. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson If you are like me, dear reader, you are constantly in search mode. Whether it’s seeking ways to improve your life, learning hacks to maximize your effectiveness and manage your work day, or hunting for the answers to any number of ...
Everyone seems to be questing for the ever-elusive state of balance. Books and courses and gurus abound, with ways for you to do more while maintaining work-life balance. We'll I'm calling bullsh*t on balance. Balance is like perfection—an idealized state, not attainable, and one of those things that make us feel like we are never quite right or whole without it. The quest for balance is a total set-up and we suffer in our zeal to reach this illusory state. Tell me—how many times ...
[caption id="attachment_2634" align="alignright" width="461"] photo credit: armosa studios[/caption] The 2012 World Domination Summit wrapped up this past weekend. And, unless you have been sequestered in a monastery, in silent meditation without internet access, you can barely get a pixel's distance from the phrase World Domination Summit. That is, of course, if you are on the web with any regularity and have a hunger for alternatives to the status quo and defining life on your own terms.
As the excitement builds for World Domination Summit, or WDS for shorthand, there are a few things you need to know if you are a WDS newbie. WDS, which takes place in Portland July 6-8, 2012, is the progeny of my friend Chris Guillebeau’s fertile mind. Wildly successful last year, this is the sophomore year for WDS. This year WDS will double in size setting loose 1,000 official attendees, and likely many more who come to hang out, on downtown ...
Women, we are one another’s worst enemies and one another’s best friends. We back each other, and we bash each other. The extreme dichotomy between these opposing positions seems to show up in all areas of our lives. And lest you think this post is for women only, it’s not. So keep reading, lads and lasses. Misogyny, I’m sensitive to this. Defined as the hatred of women, misogyny, I’m noticing a lot of it lately. Not that ...
Walking down the street, wearing your favorite green high-tops and a black and white striped sweater over slim jeans (you could be a guy or a gal), you pass a homeless person, a few small birds pecking at some seeds on the sidewalk, and a rosebush pushing against a fence, pale pink buds threatening to burst open. You see none of this. Vaguely aware that you did pass the homeless person (he asked you for spare change), but you couldn’t pick ...
