Today is the last day of the 2015. New gym memberships will be registered. Bold 11 p.m. declarations will be made. Regretful make out sessions will occur in hallways and guest bedrooms all over.
Hopefully after the dust has settled and pragmatism sets in we can really focus on where we are and where we’re going.
Yesterday, I was listening to Tim Ferris’ podcast.
The topic was “The Magic of Mindfulness”. Mindfulness is defined by Tim as “a present-state awareness that helps you to be non-reactive”.
It’s an arena I’ve dipped my toe in a few times, but never fully jumped into the pool. I’ve tried meditating with “Calm” (it’s an app). It’s a really great way to start the day but for me it works best a reset button during it; perhaps when I’ve lost my focus.
But mindfulness isn’t just about meditation, it’s about being more appreciative and aware of your surroundings. it’s about focusing on the present and staying in tune with what’s right in front of you; which is increasingly important in our hyper-stimulated world.
I was at the gym the other day — it’s kind of become my little sanctuary now.
It’s where I go to confront internal conflicts floating around in my head. It’s where I go start my days on a positive note. It’s where I go when I’m stuck in a creative rut.
Most importantly, it’s where I go to grow.
And I’m not alone, either.
The best part is that everyone at the gym is in a state of progression.
Even it it’s only for just the hour that walk through the door until we shower and unconsciously stumble back into a bad habit we’re trying to kick.
For that hour, we’re moving forward.
At my 24/7 sanctuary, I wrote little soliloquy on Twitter in between sets about fear, honesty and growth.
My grandmother passed away on July 13, 2015. It’s never easy to lose a relative, no matter how close you were. But there are two things that gave me comfort with the news.
One is knowing that she’s no longer in pain. There’s a relief that comes with that.
And secondly, knowing that she left the people and places she touched, better off. Whether it was through wisdom she imparted or plain ole selflessness, that’s what I think it’s all about. Progress. Making things just a little better.
I had a brief conversation online with a friend the other day.
He’s considering leaving his job in marketing for a role in finance.
Not many people are qualified to easily make a shift like that seamlessly, but his background and network could make it possible.
Stereo-typically though, marketing jobs are fun, invigorating, full of mid-day boozing and attractive, interesting people.
What’s so bad about that? Why would anyone want to leave?