Thoughts

The Block

i’ve had a bit of a case of writers block lately. 

in truth, “lately” has lasted a few months.
i feel and think in immeasurable amounts that i want to express and convey but every time i try to, there seems to be nothing there.
i think the block has been in the way of more than just writing though.
i’ve tried talking about it with various people. i’ve tried working it out in my head. i’ve tried working it out out loud. 
i’m not all the way sure what it is.
i have bits and pieces here and there, but all around there just seems to be this barrier that’s preventing me from being my true self all of the time.

i hesitated writing that sentence, and do you know why? because i care.
i care what people think.
i didn’t used to, but somehow, somewhere, i picked up that little nasty habit and i’ve had a hell of a time shaking it.

writing that sentence was hard too, admitting that out loud, in defined black and white terms, was hard.
maybe that's the first step to getting past the block though.


i wrote the above some time ago. and since then i have been doing better. but there is still something there.
still something that’s been inhibiting me from just… being. 

false expectations?
failed endeavors?
fearful wonderings?
shame? fear? doubt?

such horrible cousins, all, those last three.
i’ve heard it said that fear and anger seem to intensify as they leave the body.
i feel those intensities. 
but i think they are in fact on their way out. 
i see the light that’s at the end of the tunnel.
i’m running toward it.

Who Are They?

so often when we think of “them” and “they” we’re really just talking about one person.
what will they think, i can’t do this because of them.
why is it that the opinion of one is masked as that of many in our minds?
is it so that we can justify our fears and insecurities?
that the fear of what a mass of people will think of us is more valid and understandable than the fear of just one?

why do we allow that sort of fear to hinder us to the point of changing our make-up, our being, our natural tendencies, idiosyncrasies and this-is-me’s?

why do we allow the thoughts we have of them distract us from telling our story? 
from sharing our journeys?

for why else have we gone through those trials and errors and high times and low times and accomplishments and setbacks... if not to share them? 

Thoughts On Perfectionism

perfectionism.
a topic i often war with in this day and age of this-just-in methods of self-improvement, articles touting the-five-quick-steps-to whatever your desired goal is, and the varying appeal and allure that is pretty much any beautifully curated social media platform and/or aesthetically pleasing print publication. 
to embrace the messy, the imperfect and the unfiltered in our lives: is a tough war to wage, but a tougher one to win.

so, after some thought provoking conversation with a friend this morning i compiled a little bit of a list that's already helped me immensely. 
i thought i would share it in the event that you too sometimes war with that little this-has-to-be-just-so monster. 

  • perfectionism is not self improvement
  • it's all of the dreams we don't follow because of our deep fear of failing
  • we need to understand the difference between healthy striving and perfectionism
  • perfectionism hampers success
  • it's the lie of: if i look, live and do perfect i will avoid pain
  • in reality the more we strive for perfectionism the more likely we are to experience pain which will often turn into self blame—which is further self destruction
  • imperfections are not inadequacies
  • perfectionism is other-focused. what will they think?
  • in embracing our imperfections we find our truest gifts

Practice Courage

practice courage.

just because it’s been sung before doesn’t mean you shouldn’t sing it. 
just because it’s been written before doesn’t mean you shouldn’t write it.
just because it’s been painted before doesn’t mean you shouldn’t paint it.

because maybe, just maybe, you singing, writing or painting it will be what needs to happen for that one person to hear, read or see it.
to finally actually all-the-way grasp that lesson, that revelation, that idea, that has been put out there before by so many others. 
but you, you putting it out there in the form of your story, your journey, your perspective, is maybe what they need to finally get it.

don’t let the fear and limitation of “it’s been done before” stop you from doing it.

the fact that you have a desire to do it in the first place means something. 
 

A Kind of Latitude

familiarity breeds indifference at times.
a conscious practicing of awareness and appreciation is in order to not take that which is comfortable and familiar for granted.
my scope of experience is in calling this place home.
measuring the distance between my center and when and where i can be in this place is a constant recycling thought like the consistency of waves against a shore.
a kind of latitude.