Spirit animals and aspirations

Hiking the Devil’s Path (an excellent trail if you like tough hikes) with a few close friends the other day, the topic of spirit animals came up.

“Hey, what would you say is your spirit animal?”

The answers from the others:

  • Peregrine falcon
  • Fox
  • Wolf / similar canine

So I was in pretty cool spirit company, if you ask me.

For me? I’ve identified for a while with big cats, specifically the jaguar.

The jaguar. Panthera onca, third largest of the big cats. Apex predator and keystone species. I rather liked all the associations with the jaguar, plus I found it amusingly fitting that even as I’m not the physically largest cat, I was still one of the five Big Cats.

We continued to hike. And I was struck suddenly by a different idea:

The spirit animal, at least in colloquial usage, has to do with the animal you most strongly identify with. Why was I identifying with a creature less than what I aspired to?

So I’ve changed my mind. As far as landbound creatures go, I identify more closely with the tiger than with the jaguar. That’s a more fitting comparison as far as where I see myself.

That feels right.


A shared moment when tidying

It is interesting to me that today, sorting old books with my father as we tidy a house of almost 30 years’ worth of accumulation, we have a moment of unconsciously shared intention and activity not brought about by hasty necessity.

As I accept stacks of books from him, packing them away into old cardboard Poland Spring boxes, I idly consider:


Did he feel any nostalgia at the items we were discarding or preparing to gift or sell, attachment to things that have laid undisturbed for years, some for decades? I felt almost a vicarious imaged nostalgia on his behalf, wondering if some part of him—and all people who live an unconscious life of passive possession accumulation—accumulate “things” as an unconscious ward against the realization that upon death all possessions lose their meaning. That most of us leave the earthly plane without having much consciously affected it, and that of those few who do leave a ripple—their achievements smoothly pass from memory to legend and legend into oblivion. If that seems bleak—I’ve been reading Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations as of late.


Wondered at the series of circumstances and decisions that led him here: needing exterior impetus to do almost anything; slave to his emotions; his chosen inspiration a vision of a life he works at but proves hollow sporadically through action. This apparent hypocrisy is one I’ll always remember as a cautionary tale. It’s probably why I have such a strong orientation and conviction toward full congruence and internal integrity. The feeling that I absolutely must practice what I preach. Above all to live the life I want by example, to “let my life be my message”, to paraphrase my virtual mentors.


Felt gratitude that despite all I’ve learned from him (and to be fair, from culture and society and those who hate themselves), I’ve still—somehow, amazingly—managed to stumble upon a better path and pursue it. By “better” I specifically mean a mindset that leads me toward fulfillment and openness and a life lived from love, rather than one from fear and constriction and insecurity. The latter is the life sadly lived—endured?—by anyone who’s been in an unhappy, unsatisfying, unfulfilling relationship of any sort. That kind of unsatisfying relationship is draining. Slow but soul-crushing, as a river weathers and erodes granite. Having been there, I had my fill and want never again to suffer it. My standard now is relationship with those already–or leaning toward–opening and living from love. Nothing less, because I’ve learned to respect myself too much for that.

I don’t doubt my past has set me up for a potentially higher degree of gains in areas that I lacked growing up. Social skills, self-love, non-neediness, unattachment, compassion, patience, confidence—the capacity for an authentic, deep and abiding love for myself, others and the world.

In the last few years as I began to open my eyes to what I really sought at heart, I began to notice that almost everything in my life from the activities I pursued to the dissatisfaction I felt was unconsciously in pursuit of fixing the part of myself that was not in touch with love. My deep and unconscious desire influenced every single thing I did—just as yours influence your life, just as the desires of bitter man and woman seep out from their wounded hearts and taint the lives around them. If you’re aware of this you’re better able to avoid corruption.

I see the idea of unconscious pursuit of hidden desires in wisdom through the ages: by James Allen in all of As a Man Thinketh:

As a man thinketh, so his heart will be.


The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears; it reaches the height of its cherished aspirations; it falls to the level of its unchastened desires—and circumstances are the means by which the soul receives its own.

By Marcus Aurelius in Meditations:

The soul becomes dyed by the color of its thoughts.

By Kamal Ravikant in Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It:

What we believe, that’s what we seek, it’s the filter we view our lives through.


If you had a thought once, it has no power over you. Repeat it again and again, especially with emotional intensity, feeling it, and over time, you’re creating the grooves, the mental river. Then it controls you.

And most people have heard this from Aristotle, even if they think no further than the surface meaning:

We are what we repeatedly do.

While I don’t have a stance yet on whether identity (“we are”) is tied to action repeated, I know—have come to experience—that at least my character, personality and mind are shaped by that which I’ve repeatedly done, consciously or not. As a conscious tool, this is powerful.

I felt a deep sense of peace at the realization that with my actions I move ever further from the prison of reactivity and closer toward the freedom of abundance.

Freedom from resentment, reactivity, entitlement, righteousness, indignation, toxicity, negativity, things that close us off.

Freedom from insecurity.

Insecurity: That’s the sentiment I hear nowadays when I hear people talk about their fears. I mentally replace the word “fear” with “insecurity” and in almost every case I then feel a spark of truth.

Mot juste.

In my ideal life, I am my most bold and playful self, free from insecurity and grounded in abundance and inspiration.

A goodbye to attachments

I see you, habits, addictions, attachments. You’ve been part of me for a long time but you cannot help me go where I must.

I see you, gathered before me:

Anxiety, worry, self-doubt. Your very appearance proves the absence of the fears you prompt. I learned a long time ago that worry is interest paid for a debt that might never come due. You’re a good reminder to be always present.

Perfection, being right; controlling; knowing, certainty. You’ve long enabled me to stay where I am, or move in small steps when I needed to stumble from great bounds. I can tell that letting you go will be rough, but it’ll be rough just for me and not you because you’re an illusion just like the others. What will I do without certainty, you ask? Simply pursue the Vision and take action; want without need.

Being liked, respected, understood, accepted; external expectations. You’ve shaped me since the first moment I came into contact with people other than myself. And now almost three decades later, I finally notice your role in causing pain for me and others. By your nature, you pervade and influence what we do. Not always in a bad way but usually not in a way that enables the growth we find from thinking for ourselves. I see you lurking behind the sentiment, “You buy things you don’t need with money you don’t have to please people you don’t even like.” Nothing wrong with buying or pleasing. But it’s time to move forward in life guided by the compass within and not by the multitude of signposts without.

Judgment. I used to feel better about my insecurities when I could find ways to feel superior to other people. I’ve seen people who take comfort in feeling inferior or like victims. What I seek now are perception and clarity–those precursors to action–without an addiction to judgment.

Shame, remorse, regret, guilt. Will you still exist if I free myself from shame and blame, then act always from love, compassion, authenticity, understanding?

Comfort. The only easy day was yesterday. Today I civilize the mind and make savage the body so that my most fundamental tool is prepared to thrive in life’s challenges.

Thank you for shielding and supporting me when I needed protection from the world because I didn’t understand vulnerability, authenticity or confidence. I am hardly enlightened now, but have enough of the right experiences and influences to see that growth and maturity–of the sort I need, anyway–is found in pursuit of the uncomfortable and in what I fear.

I see you, attachments. You’re no longer needed in the man I am growing toward.

It’s time to go free.

Ten ideas from The Wolf of Wall Street

I finally read Jordan Belfort’s The Wolf of Wall Street after seeing the book and the author praised by two different sources I trust. It was a fast read, as Belfort has an interesting writing voice–expressing through writing a voice inside his head that provides uncensored commentary on everything–and weaves an enthralling tale of a smart man’s rise and descent.

Here are ten ideas I extrapolate or pull from the book.

  1. Money doesn’t solve everything. Despite recognizing his own insecurities, inadequacies, addictions, flaws and problems, Jordan Belfort still needed help from those around him in order to eventually begin his road to rehabilitation. Also, despite his flaws, Jordan was still massively financially successful. This reminds me of how Ramit Sethi frequently discusses the idea that what your idea of a Rich Life looks like is specific to what you care about.
  2. You’re still the total of the five people you spend the most time around. In his story is again the reminder of how a person’s social and physical environments strongly affect them. Jordan isn’t able to stay away from drugs while he maintains ties with his old “friends”, almost all of whom were more friends of convenience. It isn’t until after he’s forced into rehab, and makes the conscious choice to change who he socializes with–going from his old drug-addict friends to his NA sponsor and wife–that his commitment to being sober holds.
  3. Money allows greater freedom to a degree. As well as leading people to do things they normally wouldn’t if you offer enough to them. But if you don’t take care of how you handle money, “you buy things you don’t want with money you don’t have to impress people you don’t even care about“, to paraphrase Fight Club. And then “the things you own eventually start to own you.
  4. Having a good mentor helps you grow faster in any endeavor. Jordan had a brief mentor in the successful broker who took him to dinner on his first day at the NYC firm–the same man who foreshadowed the destructive drug and alcohol habits Jordan would eventually adopt as he became more and more successful. Throughout the book we learn more about Jordan’s other mentors, in areas criminal and otherwise.
  5. When everyone who surrounds you depends on you for their livelihood or success, you’re not like to receive completely honest opinions and thoughts. When Jordan was fully in charge of Stratton Oakmont, all of his employees and cronies would continue enabling him as far as keeping the status quo. He surrounded himself with “yes” men who tried to live his lifestyle without having his fortune or brilliance. But without a few people who wouldn’t just acquiesce to his every desire, he would’ve destroyed himself in the end.
  6. Investing in certain areas pays off more than others. Jordan had so much money that he barely knew how to spend it, and because he didn’t seem to spend time working to heal his own inadequacies or to grow emotionally, he would spend a lot of money on tangible products in the attempt to buy his way to fulfillment–despite recognizing on some level that it wouldn’t happen.
  7. Remember your mortality but continue to practice boldness and audacity in those areas most important to you. Few people are likely to be as blessed or lucky as Jordan when it comes to all the incidents that could have killed him but didn’t. Instead of thinking that you’re “bulletproof” and invincible, make decisions that allow for long-term longevity and fulfillment while still being bold and audacious in areas that matter.
  8. You can’t escape your problems. As I read elsewhere, when you have a lot of money you end up with a different set of problems than when you have no money. So you can’t escape problems and challenges in life–but the most worthwhile change is investing the resources so that you’re equipped with the skills and faculties to conquer all obstacles without necessarily needing to throw lots of money at them. Eventually you’ll come to see that what you face on the regular are not problems but challenges and opportunities waiting for solutions.
  9. Money still opens doors. Part of its power is because of what the majority of people in our society have given it. Jordan’s huge donation to a hospital’s research department opened up a gap into a world-renowned surgeon’s otherwise months-long waiting list.
  10. True masters can have exponentially greater effect than even experts of a craft. Jordan’s favored doctor was able to at least twice work seeming medical miracles that less experienced doctors had already concluded hopeless, like resuscitating Jordan’s seemingly-brain-damaged friend Eliot and in snap-correcting a seemingly terrible diagnosis of meningitis for Jordan’s son. The applicable idea for me is to learn how to spot the true masters and learn from them as much as possible. This complements the idea I’d read some time before of how 30 minutes with a true master yields hundreds of times the benefit than hours with an expert.

Find The Wolf of Wall Street here on Amazon (link opens in new window), in your local bookstore or at your local library.

Freedom, fear, relentlessness, true challenge

It’s Monday, October 5th, 2015. Not quite a week ago, life got tired of subtly nudging me and threw a solid, unavoidable kick my way.

I am suddenly, terrifyingly, beautifully free. Well, not 100% free. It’s like I was in prison, then released into the world, except with weights still chained to my feet so that I can walk but not without a reminder that this freedom is limited.

Those weights and chains are obligations and debts.


Relentlessness is a quality I’ll be strengthening in myself through this year and the rest of life. Reading part of Relentless primed my mind and gave me a basic vocabulary; running the Lake Tahoe Beast gave me an example of this quality in action when both Gary and I swam frigid waters and started to go hypothermic after as a result.

After he began to shiver, Gary determined that he would finish the race regardless to ensure that he would catch his flight — and he pressed on despite injury from the Ultra Beast two weeks ago, despite violent shivering and the risk of hypothermia.

After I began to shiver, I determined that I should warm up so that I could safely (relatively speaking) continue to finish the race. So I went back down a long hill to the warm gondola area that I’d found previously and spent around an hour drying off and warming up by an industrial radiator. Once I had finally stopped shivering and was mostly dry, I pushed myself to continue.

I’ve never had a better story in my life to demonstrate the mindset of relentlessness. Not yet, anyway. Mind you, I’m not saying that Gary’s decision was necessary the safest or best or even good in the short-mid-term for his health — but I recognize that his strength of will allowed him to persevere and push towards a goal, and that this same strength of will is one that I want to cultivate in myself.

It’s related to overcoming fear: I was on some level afraid of risking my healthy and safety to accomplish the goal of finishing the course in a faster time. I knew that I would rather miss my flight than get pulled off the race or having to be hospitalized due to being hypothermic. The end goal of catching the flight wasn’t important enough to me.

In the beginning miles of the race, I was afraid of the pain of having difficulty breathing in the thinner air, and so I consciously did not push myself to run as hard as Gary did. So it surprised me to later catch up to and eventually pass him.

Fear and demons. Calling for me to slow down when breathing became tough, calling for me to stop when I set a slower pace, calling for me to drop instead of returning to the cold after I warmed up.

I ignored them and focused on counting my steps. 12 steps with one foot position, 12 steps of another, back to the first, switch to the second. Massive attention and focus in those moments, carefully placing each foot beneath me and in such a way that I wouldn’t slide and waste energy. In that way I climbed every hill.

Nancy and I were talking yesterday about relentlessness and mindset as it comes to challenges. Challenge is a topic that comes up often given our participation in races and really, given what I care about. And I said something about the idea of wanting to develop relentlessness in myself and that it was important because I knew I had been born without it. Nancy asked how I knew that. I know I was born without it because I was pampered as a child, where life seemed easy and I didn’t have too many fears to face and challenges to overcome. Life was smooth in the bad sort of way. I didn’t have a massive emotional challenge until I had to come to terms with rejection in 2007 and beyond.

This year I’ve focused a lot of time and money on working on myself, on emotional growth and strength and understanding and building true confidence and trust in myself.

One of ideas I came upon was something to the effect of how women challenge you in those areas of your weakness. That through interactions with women, your personal areas of weakness are exposed: if you’re not great at bantering, if you’re too uptight, if you can’t take a joke, if you aren’t reliable, if you can’t stay present, if you’re too controlling, if you’re a bad listener, if you’re unwilling to empathize, if you can’t trust, if you can’t love, if you can’t forgive, if you’re quick to anger, if you’re bad at sex, if you’re insecure, if you can’t let go.

I tend to think this of life and not just women — that by interacting in the world, you’ll be shown your areas of weakness. That in those areas where life is hard for you, areas of possibility are exposed that you can then choose to work on if you so choose. The risk is that those areas exposed are always tough and touch upon emotional areas because they’re the deep areas of life that you’ve been avoiding, consciously or not. The payoff is if you face those deep fears and do the consistent, rough work to pass through them… you grow stronger emotionally, mentally and spiritually.

As I think about it, I realize I’ve only a handful of occasions in my life where I’ve been challenged in such a way, and I’ve always come out of it so much better.

Handling anger

One of the earliest occasion of this challenge is handling anger. Around high school, the earlier years, where I suppose hormones were raging and children were going through some phase to distinguish themselves from their peers and their parents, I had to handle my anger. I was decently sharp, quick to speak and had a fragile ego… so I was quick to criticize or condemn or lash out when I felt threatened or annoyed. That was probably often. And I hurt people around me — my parents, sister, maybe the few friends I had. I don’t remember when it comes to friends, because I wasn’t good at thinking about others or empathizing.

Finally at one point things boiled over. I don’t know what the cause was. Maybe if I could find a journal or writing from the time I would see. What I remember is doing or saying something that was hurtful to a friend one day. I don’t remember how I learned this — maybe in conversation with my sister afterward. But I felt the same kind of remorse whenever I realized I’d hurt someone with something I’d said.

Somehow I learned that when I had a clear mind, anger would dissipate. That when I could see a situation objectively (as objectively as one can when being naturally subjective), I’d see that what had stirred my anger was really a small, insignificant thing compared to the harm I was causing. My mantra became, “Clarity corrodes the iron grip of anger” — something like that — and I would repeat it to myself when I got mad, when my emotions flared up. Slowly but surely, I began to hold my tongue in situations where previously I’d lash out. I would start to see my anger before it rose, and I could see that no situation was worth losing my temper.

I learned that even that phrase, “lose your temper”, is misleading because it deflects responsibility from the person responsible. Temper is surrendered, given away, and not lost. I decided no one would ever cause me to lose my temper — and related, control of my life — again. In the 10+ years since I first thought this, I’ve let anger take control a few times and I’ve never been proud or happy with the results. But I no longer cause those around me the same unhappiness or fear as before.

Handling love, attachment and rejection

I’d write more about this but I sense my willingness to free-flow-write waning as I start to get too structured instead of letting my thoughts flow as they were for the ideas of relentlessness.

So I’ll leave this as a placeholder for when I’m feeling like I want to write more on this specific emotional challenge.

Maybe I’ve thought and written too much about this already haha.

Return to relentless & true challenge

Two times in my life of true challenge.

From working with anger, I learned how to control it so that it did not control me. I saw how anger would damage relationships and hurt others. Hurting others wasn’t what I wanted, was never my goal, and I wanted to be good to others and to be respected and loved. The respect and love that I craved didn’t start to come my way until I stopped lashing out at the world around me and began to love and trust myself and others. What I didn’t know at the time was that love and respect are almost a side-effect of loving and respecting others and loving and respecting myself. Life has been good since.

In the experience of love, attachment and rejection with the first real romantic connection I ever had, I had to learn in the span of several months to a year, what many others learned socially and in groups and earlier in life — what it meant to care for others, the meaning of rejection, how to think of others. Why I needed to grow, why I should work on my social skills. What I brought to a relationship and why that mattered. What it meant to be needy and attached, and why that kept me from what I wanted. I wanted to feel deep connection mentally and emotionally, as I felt with TT during that week of camp. I craved validation that I didn’t even know I needed until after I had it, and then it was gone. Validation that despite the formal way I spoke, despite my sense of responsibility and self-control and respect for people standing in as a shield for not knowing how to relax and have fun — that despite that all, someone could care for me. Care from someone else changed my life; and one of the many results of that entire experience is why I make it a priority to care for those around me, and for those I see. I care — freely, without expectation — because I recognized that care freely given can change the course of someone’s life as it did with mine. In this way I learned about how to love in the world and how to love the world without having to control it. I’ve been rewarded — blessed? — since then by closer relationships, greater friendships, happier interactions.

It’s funny. I never put together all the above into a cohesive essay, or written piece, or anything, until now. I’ve written because of emotional overflow (thanks, Anaïs Nin) and that seems to be why I can write so freely now. Maybe the recent improv lessons have helped (thanks, Jill & Jen & Engaging Educator) me be more free-flowing as well.

I can’t ignore an aspect of procrastination here — in some small way, I recognize that this writing is a holding-off of the many difficult things I need to do soon. To read and learn and connect and push myself to focus in a short span of time, in a way I’ve never successfully done before.

I’d written how life exposes your areas of weakness; I forgot to mention that life returns again and again to those areas until they destroy you or until you pass through and beyond them.

The major problem I’ve recognized in my life since before and after college is a lack of direction. I had no big picture until years after college, 2011 into 2012, those fascinating years of Scott Dinsmore and LiveYourLegend and life planning and focus. Even during college, I was bad at working single things unless I felt “motivated” and felt interested.

A lesson I’ve learned since then is that to the truly successful, motivation and interest are much less important than focus and the ability to complete, deliver, to just DO. I’ve never truly developed this capacity to just do the things I don’t always want to do. But in doing these things I’ll exercise the qualities I admire and intend to build: focus, relentlessness, formidability.

From this point of view, sitting in a comfortable library chair, at the start of fall weather, in early October… I know the next few weeks and months ahead will be somewhat rough. I’ll be tested physically, socially, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. But this time I know I’m in the midst of a potentially amazing period. I recognize at least part of the shape of this challenge, enough to know what I’ll gain when I pass through. I’m grateful to have come to this point with all I’ve learned, with great relationships, with life and love and energy.

“Every moment of your life is either a test or a celebration.”

I may have gotten chills when I read that line in David Deida’s The Way of the Superior Man, because it was a statement so simple but resoundingly true to my life experience. One of the great themes and lessons of this year was a reminder about the paramount importance of attention and presence. That sentence is the admonition, the reminder of the importance of presence and attention to all I do.

Here before me is a trial, a worthwhile test, a challenge waiting to be unmasked as the opportunity is really is. I’ll have thousands and thousands of tests before this is through.

But I won’t forget, and I plan to cherish, the celebrations along the way.

Making space for thoughts to coalesce

A light run in the half-wild suburban night does wonders to clear my head.

Ideas form and coalesce as I move. I return home with slick skin and a clearer mind.

I realized…

I am seriously drawn and attracted to smart, strong women: women who are sharp of mind, open in heart, free in spirit, playful in manner and true to their values — who won’t be controlled by me or the world around them. A pretty face or melodic voice can turn my head, but I enjoy seeing who are the few who make my mind resonate with enthusiasm.

I unknowingly lose some respect for those who delegate their decision-making power and their critical thinking, for those who could think for themselves but choose not to out of laziness.

I’m not bold and decisive (or ruthless) enough to be Gold — at least, not Peerless Scarred. Not yet. This only lightly bothers me. What I demand from myself is greater boldness and decisiveness in the pursuit of my aims, enough for me to trust myself to make mistakes as I grow.

The consistent pursuit of a big goal always leads to an interesting lesson or gain. As long as the pursuit relates to a priority, it’s usually worth following.

There may not be much evil in the world. Just people behaving in their own interests who are shaped by their environments and those around them. Hating others seems like an unfortunate emotion because it stands as a convenient excuse to blame and demonize others for living according to their own beliefs, instead of doing the hard (and probably scary) work of empathizing and understanding. Perhaps when a person takes the time to empathize and understand another, they realize just how little separates them from being like that which they did not want to understand. After all, it’s harder to hurt someone just like you.

Growth and actualization are so important to me because I want to live a deep, authentic, deliberate, freeing and fulfilling life. I can’t do that unless I lean into the edges of those areas most important to me: physical readiness, mental sharpness, ability to help and shape the world around me, romantic relationship, friendship. So I press into physical challenge enough for most others to think me a fitness enthusiast. I press into social dynamics and social skills and emotional development to become the kind of person who interacts with others naturally and charismatically.

I like the idea of top performers playing to win but not being afraid to fail.


I realized earlier tonight that I just played badminton for close to the last time.

Earlier tonight I’d organized an expedition with a few coworkers, and after hitting a birdie around and giving some pointers for 30 min or so, I excused myself to do more stretching and find some others to play with. I ended up playing 4 badminton games — men’s doubles, decently matched, neither side completely overpowering the other. It had been a few months if not more since the last time I’d been on the courts or playing badminton at all.

Being on the courts, racquet in hand, bursts of coolness tied with flowing motion, felt good.

There was some chatter in my head — mostly questions wondering what I could learn from seeing someone better, or commentary on . Every now and then I would snap back to attention, acutely feeling my body, the racquet, feet, breathing, the court around me.

The scene was familiar and foreign, kinda like when you go back to a place you’ve known for a while but you’ve changed.

What dawned on me was that this wasn’t right for me any more.

On the drive home, I thought more about it. Playing badminton doesn’t bring me any feeling of fulfillment anymore, if it ever did. Yes, the rush of play and the peaceful feeling of laser focus is still something I like to feel. But today showed me that it was time to really move on and spend my time with the current things that bring me joy.

It dawned on me too that this was the same with Magic, with board games, with ANYTHING that no longer feels like it brings me fulfillment or that expansive sense of happy-feeling called joy.

Even certain books or courses that I’ve invested in. I’m realizing that sometimes the things I choose to spend my attention on end up being intellectual masturbation: feel-good ideas for the mind that cost valuable energy that could be better spent in the pursuit of things that, well, still feel great but ALSO serve more than just my own pleasure. Basically If I’m going to spend the same energy anyway…why would I intellectually masturbate if I could intellectually sex instead?

In other words, sometimes I do things alone and in isolation (and sometimes this is right and good). But in my own life right now, what I need is to engage with the real world more, so that both the world and I benefit.

I don’t know if there’s any resulting change of behavior from these thoughts yet. I’m just glad to notice that my trajectory has been a slow but steady arc away from the things I truly don’t care about and towards those areas of my life that make me vibrate with life.

Areas like self-responsibility; self-understanding honest living, honest action, honest communication; confidence, authenticity, vulnerability; fear, courage; love, passion; growth.

I can’t yet say what I’m meant for, or what I was born for, or even what I really, REALLY want to do.

I know I want to be on the face of the proverbial mountain, climbing; where the action is, where the fear and risk are, where life is lived.

No, I don’t know what the future will bring. I DO know that I’d much rather contribute towards it rather than letting it just happen.

Risk. Failure. Aggravation. Irritation. The possibility that I could be WRONG. The possibility that I could make a wrong choice. I accept them, and trust myself to grow from wherever I go.

Finding the essential facts of life

Lately I’ve been thinking more about undergoing a retreat for a period of time, whether to a monastery like one mentioned by Kamal Ravikant in Live Your Truth or to a spartan dwelling in some forest (a la Thoreau at Walden).

I wonder what sentiment is struggling to be expressed…a need to step away from what’s currently happening? A desire for simplification or focus? Rejection of commercialization, excess, scarcity?

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” —Thoreau, Walden

Must I go into the literal woods to approach deliberate living, and more important to approach the “essential facts of life”? I see why deliberate living can be difficult when in “civilization”, being surrounded by false urgencies and fear of missing out. There’s something faintly ironic about how the greater connectedness brought about by technology contributes to a wider but shallower net of relationships and a greater sense of isolation (better expressed by Anais Nin).

In fact, let me quote her here:

The secret of a full life is to live and relate to others as if they might not be there tomorrow, as if you might not be there tomorrow. It eliminates the vice of procrastination, the sin of postponement, failed communications, failed communions. This thought has made me more and more attentive to all encounters, meetings, introductions, which might contain the seed of depth that might be carelessly overlooked. This feeling has become a rarity, and rarer every day now that we have reached a hastier and more superficial rhythm, now that we believe we are in touch with a greater amount of people, more people, more countries. This is the illusion which might cheat us of being in touch deeply with the one breathing next to us. The dangerous time when mechanical voices, radios, telephones, take the place of human intimacies, and the concept of being in touch with millions brings a greater and greater poverty in intimacy and human vision.

—Anais Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944–1947

For now, building sacred space into each day and continuing to build a deliberateness habit will have to suffice. Part of me suspects that regardless of my physical environment, an ultimate aim is to nurture and cultivate an inner deliberateness, a stillness perhaps, that I bring to any environment I’m in.

Lessons from GORUCK Light AC

GORUCK Light in AC
GORUCK Light, Atlantic City. Hotel drawing pad edition.


  • “If you’re given the chance, ask for the world.”
  • Proper cold-weather preparation, layering.
  • How much of a difference 10 lbs makes for push-ups.
  • Moving in formation


  • Different demographic that attends GORUCK events compared to Spartan or Warrior Dash–on average older but more experienced with endurance/race events as well as being very fitness-oriented. So this is one of the places you can find a hardy group of individuals comfortable with pushing their physical/mental limits.
  • Even a light event without much teamwork or even group suffering, as this ended up, still built a minor sense of camaraderie from mutual experience. I’m certainly more fond of my teammates than I might be from just meeting them in a purely social setting.
  • Walking on the isolated beach in freezing wind and pelting snow was a strangely peaceful experience. Unbidden, the words “Tempest around, peace within” jumped to mind as we marched briskly south.

Next, the GR Challenge.