I keep saying… To be ahead of your time, take a moment to slow down, leave your tech tools aside and enjoy the JOMO, yeap the Joy Of Missing Out. It is so easy to just rush and do and act and rush. Mixing out the reward of completing a task and the stress to be overwhelmed or completely in the wrong direction. Reading step back, that small book on moments of reflection, was a joy. Reviewing all these tips on how we can reflect, and removing some of the bias on how it has to be done.. Great news, no unique fit, but plenty of different ones, like these small posts… They are ways of reflecting, they are these few minutes when the movie is paused, me and my many personalities we stepped out of the scene and take a moment to talk to producers, cameramen, sound engineers checking a bit where that scenarios may be taking us, or simply celebrating with a vanilla coffee or a virgin mojito (yeap reducing alcohol intake amount, summer is coming 😅, all the stories already written 😁. Happy reflecting instant !
Tag: selfleadership
1, 2, 3…
I yawn —I know, I know, it’s not rhyming, what do you think? way too late know to make it work… to climb a tree… 4, 5, 6…
I yawn again… Is there a message here? Of course not. Why do we always look for message, I challenge you – say the drunken man- to see events only as facts and not messages, still I won’t stay awake by eating chips, we all know that’s a quick fix while my yawning is much more into night politics. 7, 8, 9…
The tree was pine, the chips with wine and the politics in full decline. 10, 11, 12…
Damn… with that number for sure it’s empty in the shelves! Bye bye the Elves.
Taking back my pen
A bit more of 2 months of silence, and before that nearly 6 months of silence… I knew I had to do something, find the thief who had robbed me my pen(s)… indeed pens, a blue, a black, a green, a transparent, a Dark Vader one, a red -bright red of course like eyes who have just cried. Why are people afraid of tears? The beauty of the expression of the emotions, the beauty to know one can feel an emotion, the beauty to know that emotion exists. Okay, okay, I hear you. The weight of sadness. And maybe this is the freedom, seeing behind the weight of sadness the joy of know how difficult it is to miss someone, and with that knowing the joy of spending time with that person. And no, this is not a love story. This is just a human story. So many ways to miss someone, so many ways to like and love someone. I am glad we are having this conversation reader; loneliness had stolen my pen, the blue one; overwork has stolen another one, the rainbow one; anger had borrowed the red ones, but… passion took it back, passion for what I am doing, helping people to change their perspectives, unboxing their mind with self-leadership, and this new idea of mind, implementing this state of the “curious mind” every single day #pausequestionthinkdifferent. Let’s pause then and question, what do you want to talk about next reader?
Lost souls
There are so many ways to lose a soul… Facing utmost boredom. Going to a supermarket on a Saturday afternoon. Falling in love – at least I’ve heard. Loneliness. Crowdiness. Listening for the third time to the same explanation you could not understand the first time… And the question of course is not how to lose it, rather how to keep it, your soul glued to your own body, hopefully. No, glue does not work, just got messy. A leash is the best I could do. One of these long extendable leashes which can let my soul hikes in the meanders of my thoughts with its puppy eyes, sniffing at every bits of desperation and hope.
Lost in the meanders of my brain..
It’s not that I am slow, sleeping or procrastinating, it’s just my brain. It seems lost in the meanders of its own, processing you know what in an unknown world behind my conscious veil. I glimpse one or two things happening behind the veil and that’s it. That’s it! And here I am with two choices left. One, accept the slowness, keep loving my brain and mind and make the best of my day, one step at a time. Two, run mad, beat myself up for my slowness, and become angrier and angrier at everything around. Hum? Tough choice would say some people. Tough choice? Are you kidding? One step at a time, always. There are no meanders which won’t come to an opening.
And the sky made a box for me
9.30am… and it feels 9.30pm. When the sky makes a box for me, coloring the world in the shadows of thunder, my eyes stopped blinking. Fascinated. Fascinating. Time is no longer a constant. Light is a game between wind and clouds. And the world freeze with twelves more hours to reach the already here hour.
A Fish on a Hill 