Procrastination is something we all suffer from and at the moment I feel as though it has completely taken over my life. We all have dreams, goals, things we know we could and should be doing.
Last night I decided to take the 7 days without procrastination challenge. I’m essentially going to use Mel Robbins 54321 method. This means that whenever a task I instinctively know I should be doing, pops into my head, I’m going to 54321 go!
Get it done.
one second here
then gone in a flash
as strangers take one more breath than you will ever get to make
the television plug is pulled
right in the middle of some throwaway line
the light dimming
to the deepest black
it is a shade only seen once
at the end of walking
and breathless smiles
times of gratitude
and times of self pity
complicated to the final second
still trying to make meaning
where meaning can never be made
you walk on days like air walks on water
one second here
then gone in a flash
I walk down the river of wind
expecting to drown
I find myself being carried by the day
like an angel made from clouds
holding my hand
guiding me down the stream
I stop and rest
at the bed of the river
smelling flowers and weeds
beautiful and indistinguishable
and so I start to arrange them
into new forms
new combinations for the world to see
When I think about the day my eyes close
and my last breath has made it’s way out
into the world
never to return again
I know that I’ll care nothing for all these clothes
that never stood a chance to survive
in this mind
that calls out for a true life…
When my body is gone
they won’t remember the lines
Just the way my smile
made the moon cry
-let it go
Today I want to talk about strangers.
We live in a world full of strangers. They walk amongst us, thinking all sorts of thoughts and guess what: You’re never going to know what goes on in another person’s head.
Just stop it, right now. Stop thinking that you’ll ever know anything outside of yourself. It’s an impossible feat. A task unworthy of your time and energy. When it really comes down to it, we are all strangers on a train to nowhere. Maybe you think they have got it all figured out. You know who I’m talking about. Them. They. Others. Not you basically.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Shout it out loud if that helps. The smartest person in the room is the smartest person in the room because you gave them that title. At this current moment in time I work in a profession where everyone is clawing for that title in particular. I sit in the back of every staff meeting watching the birds pick at each other, grasping for worms.
Sometimes, when the moment drifts and their voices mute I can see right through the walls to the trees outside. The wind scrapes against the leaves and wisps by my face with an exciting aura of unpredictability. That’s when I know they have no idea.
I’m back. I smile, and I know what really matters. Me. My thoughts. The mirror that makes me is the one I choose to look at, not the other way around.
As I continue to listen I am no longer afraid of my own voice. My mouth opens. I speak. And it really does not matter what these strangers fucking think of me.
I think the secret to life is defeating your brain. The one you never designed in the first place.
Meet me at the edge
when the world is flat once again
when everything just stops
for me to catch my breath
On my way to meditation class I felt the urge to drive into a tree. On the way home I just wanted to drive.
Some days are like that. It’s like experiencing blindness with too much visual stimulation. Walking around as the ultimate contradiction.
Meditate. Strip it all away. Peel back all the pieces you thought really mattered and stop to feel the ground beneath your feet. Don’t just know that it’s there like some concept you can analyse.
At least once a day, find the truth behind all the ideas.
At least once a day, find some time to find you.