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There are those days and sometimes weeks where you are thrown into a world of shit. You may see it coming, fear it coming, but lo and behold, here it is. For some people it may be financial, emotional, physical or psychological. In the midst of it, if you happen to get into a fight with another person, the problem only amplifies.

What I’m learning is that fights have a unique ability to both cloud the truth with misconceptions and illuminate all of your own faults. In a way, it’s like deconstructing an object to try and put it back together properly. In a lot of cases, we revert to putting things back together in the only way we know how and it’s the same piss-poor situation all over again. Every now and again, you get a chance to improve and make it better. The trick with improvement is seeing the whole picture and making sure it’s what’s best for everyone, self included.

I hate fighting, mainly because it highlights my own inadequacies and affirms all of the things I already doubt in myself. And I don’t know what it was, but something clicked for me. The worry is worse than actually doing what I fear all along. This is both in terms of my private life and my professional life.

That hot ball of wire in the pit of my stomach can all go away if I just stop worrying about how the “what if” moments, and completely rule them out. I’m trying to put a positive spin on a lot of dark thoughts, which as an author tends to happen. So many emotions get bottled up only to focus and write them out into a story somewhere and when you have no story to write, they eat away at your mind like acid. I’d like to say that everything feels grey and colorless, but realistically, it feels like I lost my sight and I’m trying to remember what colors look like.

Main point, as terrible as it feels to go through these moments of deconstruction, there is a relief in the possibility of making myself better.

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Some of you may have seen my post the other day about the person who hacked my PayPal account and siphoned out the equivalent of my editing cost. <insert angry tirade here>

Then I had a haircut and when I walked into the salon, my hairdresser looked pretty much like how I felt, generally unhappy. She asked about my day, I asked about hers, chit-chat ensued. Then after I relayed my woeful tale, she proceeded to tell me about hers. She and her husband had recently moved and as a splurge, they hired movers. Fun right?

Only issue was, once the movers were gone, she noticed her cash and some of her jewelry was also missing. She won the worst day award, hands down. My money will come back to me (same as hers), but her wedding ring and other items handed down to her aren’t replaceable. Beyond that, it was their home. My online account can get redone, credit restored, etc. Anyone who has had a break-in knows how vulnerable and fragile and angry that can make you.

I guess my point is, someone always has it better than you and someone always has it worse. Strive to be the example of what better looks like for those that are struggling.

And to the person who took my money, I hope you have a constant static shock on everything you touch in life. #blessed

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I have heard something this past week and it applies to everyone, not just authors. Fear of Missing Out (FOMO) or Fear of Missing Something (FMS) is one of those things we can all feel at times. For me, I feel I’m writing an idea that’s already been done before or the genre craze it’s in will pass. For others it might be the rush to finish a project, advance quickly in your career, get skinny quick, etc. 

FOMO is something that can influence us all at some point or another, but really it just increases a sense of anxiety we can do without. Ever had someone utter the phrase, “just breathe”? Well, no shit, right? Otherwise I’d die. 

It really should be something like: take a deep breath, hold it until you think you’re going to be uncomfortable, then a little longer. Wait for it… and when your chest starts to hurt, try to remember what was so important? When you breathe in again, isn’t it the best? One: you’re not dead, hooray! Two: it’s an exercise reminding you how the everyday, no-thought-required things don’t mean a lot until you take away the effort of just letting them happen. I could have used blinking instead but what fun is that compared to suffocation, right?

FOMO is a lot like having a suffocation feeling all the time. Do you want that in your life? Me either! Point is, just breathe normally and relax. Life is going to happen whether you force it or simply let it happen. 

I picked up the notion of this topic from a great podcast called Petal to the Metal. Feel free to check them out and let them know I sent you! (It will confuse the shit out of them)

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I know how pressed for time we all can be, and I say that very loosely. I’m as guilty as you are, “I don’t have time to …” and you can fill in the blank. How many minutes of the day do I spend aimlessly wandering the digital world liking posts I don’t read all the way through, skipping good content in lieu of a photo, or skipping a photo because of a video? Answer: probably too many. We all do it, hell, I’m willing to bet 85% of the people who saw this post skipped it. Want to prove me wrong? Go ahead and leave the comment “PINEAPPLE” below. Let’s see how I do?

Point is, I came across a video with Eric Thomas (see my admitting contradiction above) and in it he talks about not believing in the word procrastination. Now, the writer side of my mind immediately wants to contradict this, but as he goes on he explains how it’s not that we put things off, it’s that they don’t hold meaning to us. We lack motivation to do things if they aren’t a priority to us.

I’ve got to admit, he’s damn right. I have been “procrastinating” certain aspects of writing and publishing because of my own fear, doubt, reluctance and laziness. And if we’re doing things for anyone else’s sake, then we’re taking away OUR meaning for THEIRS. Now, we can all be respectful of others, but when we truly want something there’s a way to get it done without sacrificing somebody else’s time/money/sanity in the process.

The trick is telling ourselves and then just doing it. Not much of a secret or a surprise. And as much as I’d be willing to drag this on for pages upon pages, that’s the root of the root and the bud of the bud. Plus, I’ll be doing these little insights every Friday. They’ll only last 2 minutes of your day, hence the title. Maybe one day, with enough interest, I’ll simply do a video for this length, but first I want to see if you’d be willing to earn it 😉

And our two minutes is over.