Promise #86: Wish more, fret less

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standing on the edge of monday (read: 6:30 am)

wishing the universe could deliver:

five more minutes, a hotter cup of better-tasting coffee, maybe just another Sunday

knowing monday’s uncontrollable suck and blow is just thirty minutes away

it’s a cross between a dyson and a plunger

inhale exhale inhale exhale

the most you can do is sink your soles

a little deeper into the earth

and have faith

even the most delicate roots are fiercely strong

intertwining amongst themselves, rock, debris, anything that’s there

it’s always enough

to keep you firmly grounded

while you let your mind wish its way through five days of hot air

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I’ve been enjoying (like really enjoying)

365 altars at Barefoot Heart and Words Dance as of late.

Go check ‘em out + enjoy.

 

 

Promise #85: Be one with the jury before you’re one with the judge

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Jurors are obligated to consider all the facts, to listen without prejudice, to deliver a verdict beyond the benefit of doubt.

Judges are obligated to make sure all witnesses are heard, welcome credible evidence and interpret the law so that the jury can deliver the verdict beyond the benefit of doubt.

Which is why if you’re faced with the need to judge anything it might be better to jury through all the facts before you grip a gavel and call truth to order.

Promise #75: Life is full of promise

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A reminder that even on the worst of days, life is full of promise.

If you’re having trouble viewing the video please click here.

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Enormous thanks to Anneliza Humlen for sharing this video.

Promise #74: Iffy is no friend of yours

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Do you know Iffy?

Iffy stops you in your tracks. She drains your energy. Depletes your drive. Iffy forces you to wonder about wonderless things.

She weighs heavy on your beautiful mind. Should you leave that miserable job? Eat that chocolate cupcake? Should you take that leap? Risk it all? Should you peel that wad of gum holding your soul in place?

Iffy says: think about it a little bit longer. Ask your family. Confide in your friends. Let that fear inside you boil over until there’s not ounce of umph left to propel you to forward.

I say: f*ck Iffy.

Promise #70: Don’t get porked

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My friend discovered bacon when he was 20 years old. The moment he bit into his first BLT sandwich he knew he needed to make up for lost time. He ordered two more BLTs that day and then spent the next two months living high on the hog, so to speak.

Problem is, he was raised within kosher walls. So his discovery was not really kosher at all.

Or was it?

“Bacon’s not pork, it’s bacon,” he emphatically reasons. I’m with him.

He’s enjoying his little slice of life on his own terms.

It all boils down to a system of beliefs. If you oversimplify this, it’s your world’s system versus yours. It’s your society, religion, political group, organization, company, school, neighborhood, friends, family, etc., vying for a piece of your noggin, a sliver of your being.

If you blindly follow how will you ever know, truly know, what does and does not work for you? How will determine whether or not you’re just being porked?