Scratching the Surface

As I went about my Sunday routines, I had the realization that I’ve barely scratched the surface of who I truly am. This is both exciting and frustrating. There’s so much that I want to create and express.

Creating things willy-nilly isn’t all that satisfying, either. Part of the fun is in connecting with others. Of course, there’s also the issue of making a living.

Rather than fighting the form and structure, I’m learning from it. Boundaries have their uses, after all. Focus is the key.



Discovering the Journey

Blogging is one of those things that surprises me by how long I’ve kept up with it. The years have flown by, which probably means it’s something I truly enjoy. Blogging helps me to discover who I am.

The Journey

The journey is about self-discovery. Self-discovery is “an act or process of gaining knowledge or understanding of your abilities, character, and feelings” (according to Siri). I like that.


There’s nothing out there that’s happening to us. It’s co-creative and cooperative. The way we are within must be reflected without.


Having an Inner Kingdom


I think life is about self-discovery; we discover ourselves through our experiences and interactions with others, the world, and ultimately our Self. I’ve discovered that I thrive on relationships, but rather than be emotionally dependent on external relationships, I’m sustained by the relationships I have within myself. It’s like having an inner kingdom.

My great wish is for love to matter and that sincerity counts. I want the love I feel inside to manifest on the outside. I want my thoughts, words, and actions to come from the heart.

There’s life and death, but really there’s just life…or just death. There’s also the middle way, which just is. I choose this timeless path.


Discovering the Secret


I’m enjoying some time away from the shop while I do laundry at the “lavanderia.” For years I’ve worked on finding my center, and being centered, and it’s really happening.

Self-improvement is, has been, and continues to be a journey. Ultimately, it’s about true freedom, and being our true self. It’s not so much a secret as it is a discovery of who we really are.


Being Completely Free (and Truly Powerful)

There are various shades of freedom, but I think complete freedom is the ability to choose how I feel and what I think about myself. Yesterday, while talking to my mom, she said that I was the kind of person that internalizes and thinks about things – which might be true enough – but then she also said that I wonder how what I say or do is going to affect others, and that I wonder what others will think of me. This got me to “thinking.”

On a social level, I suppose you could describe it the way my mom did, but I think at the heart of it is my desire to be who I truly am, which is a free and powerful being. Since that’s my desire, everything I experience will either feel like freedom or bondage (or somewhere in between), because that’s how I’ll know what it means to be free. That’s actually what I’m doing, rather than worrying about what others think; I’m discovering myself.

This is the last piece of the puzzle that I’ve been seeking. Everything I experience is measured against my desire for freedom. Being a slave to conditions isn’t freedom, but neither is pushing against or running away from them. Freedom is the ability to be free of all conditions, and fear is the result of believing that you are not free. You can like something and be free, and you can dislike something and be free. It’s all about the ability to choose to be happy – not to get anything – but for its own sake, because it’s who you are, and it’s what you want.

Now that’s true power.


Taking Chances

I got a fortune cookie once that said “You’ll continue to take chances, and be glad that you did”, and you know what, that’s true. I could’ve played it safe; not pursued self-improvement; stuck to the roles that other people expected of me, but I didn’t want to live a life of quiet desperation. I bet on myself, and every day it pays me back in spades.

For me, it’s always been about the meaning of things. That’s what matters. I want to know why it is the way it is, and why I should care. Why do I think, feel, and act the way I do (why does anyone)? Who am I, and what’s the point of it all?

I’ve realized that the meaning of my life is to be who I am, which is a fascinating (and fun) journey of self-discovery.


Prosperity Abounds

In my previous 500th post on GBM, I talked about starting a new chapter in my life, and while it’s true that my journey of self-discovery has reached a level of depth and expansion that’s beyond words, I know it’s just the beginning.

I woke up today with the intention of appreciating all the prosperity that surrounds me which I get to experience, and which also includes my body. As I took a hot shower, I appreciated that it was evidence of my prosperity. As I made my morning coffee, that was also a sign of prosperity. As I ate breakfast, did yoga, and used the computer, I recognized that I had an abundance of prosperity in my life. My health and well-being is prosperity. A comfortable bed, peace and quiet, and a warm place to live is proof that I’m prosperous. Prosperity abounds in the sun, sky, trees, and city where I live.

When I have anxious or worried thoughts, it’s clearer to see how discordant they are from who I really am. I love prosperity, and being prosperous. I choose to see prosperity everywhere I look. I believe in the prosperity of others. I align myself with abundance, health, wealth, and prosperity. It’s who I am, and what I expect.