Do you feel tight in your chest? Always anxious? Often stressed to the point where your mood is greatly affected?
The big question is, why?
Now, I am no doctor. Sure, I took a few college level human biology courses and have self educated over the last five years in the realm of personal care, exercise, nutrition, and healthy living, but I am by no means qualified to tell you on a molecular level what the hell is going on. What I am qualified to share is my thoughts as to why I believe you are experiencing this as well as offer my solution to the problem.
Anxiety, depression, mood swings, stress, I have experienced it all. I’m no stranger to the low level vibrations that seduce us into a dark holes of suppression, victimization, and hopelessness. In my young life, I have had the privilege of winning as well as getting the holy shit kicked out of me. I’ve overcame and conquered, as well as stumbled and miserably failed. The ying and yang of life, it’s absolutely required if you seek the path of your personal legend.
Over the years, I have felt the tightness in my chest many of you may also be experiencing. Instead of doing what a western medicine doctor would do and suggest pills that numb your life experience, I am here to offer a different perspective on the problem and solution. No fucking pill will ever solve this tightness, stop seeking band aid quick fixes for gushing wounds. It’s time to get to the root of the problem.
The problem is, you’re holding your breath.
Follow to unfollow, fake likes, inflated numbers, photoshop glamorama, dick pics, and thirsty women.
In one sentence it seems as if all of social media can be defined. As social platforms are no longer just extensions of our lives, we move into a world blanketed by misinterpretation, illusionary depictions of reality, and a false sense of self worth urged by the desire to be liked and admired.
Yes, I too am part of such phenomenon. I often find myself tempting the seduction social provides in order to pump my ego full of complete nonsense. The game of social is one to be played like a first person video game… you’re in the game, you’re progressing, but at anytime you can turn the console off and return to normal life.
No, I am not stating that social media is bad, the devil, or should not be utilized or consumed at scale. The reality of a social media free world is non-existent, so instead of bashing such networks, I want to discuss a few topics that cause quite the concern within these applications.
For starters, I will admit to my own social media character flaws.
It’s absolutely okay to have an “off week.” It’s okay to not feel your best, perform your best, and live your best. In fact, I’m having one of those weeks myself. I have found myself on edge this week, reacting instead of responding, talking instead of listening, manifesting disappointment, and not having the fire desire within to get my ass up and go to the gym. I feel just a little, off.
Yes, even me, the dude who seems to have at all together, still endures stress, frustration, and disappointment. I’m not perfect, and neither are you. That’s just it though, you don’t have to be perfect. What you have to be is, aware. Aware when you feel a little off, recognizing your behaviors and understanding why you are attracting such people and situations. You must become conscious as to why you do what you do to attract the reality you are living.
You WILL have off days. Hell, maybe even off weeks or months. Life is a constant roller coaster with peaks and valleys. You must learn how to harness the lessons in the valleys to excel to new peaks. As this week has offered major opportunity to look within, I have learned a few things…
We made it, damn.
30 blogs in 30 days. All original content. Some more valuable than others. Nonetheless, the goal has been achieved and I can’t help but release a little sigh of relief. Relief, because I have reached a milestone moment where I can take it all in for a minute to reflect, appreciate, analyze, then prepare my mind for the next commitment.
29 blogs in 29 days but I have been saving this one for last. I have a small announcement that I have refrained from sharing on social media, until now.
29 times I have sat in front of this screen to share my thoughts. 29 lessons, not just for those who read this, but for me as well. 29 winning moments as each published blog although never perfect, was exceedingly proficient.
Some days I struggled. Some days writing felt effortless. Some days this and that, but all days I showed up.
The purpose of committing to delivering a blog post everyday was to breakthrough. On day 27, I felt that breakthrough. It took 27 days back to back to back pouring my heart into a computer screen to finally feel the suffocating weight on my shoulders from my fears of writing to be lifted. 4 For 30 proved to me what I am capable of producing. Now that bar has been set, there is no going back.
Although I felt a major breakthrough two days ago, I want to note that there have been plenty of days I have had to force my ass into the chair to write. It never gets easier, you just get better.
That’s exactly what I want the message of this blog to be…life does not get easier, you just get better.
Wow. I just want to say thank you. 4 For 30 received over 1200 reads in the last 24 hours!
I didn’t receive as much hate mail as I first anticipated, probably because none of the women in my past are reading my blog about love. For those who did read it, I am incredibly grateful and honored you would take 10 minutes out of your day to read something by a random stranger you are friends with on social media. Yes, a lot of the readers are personal friends of mine, but, about 98% of my audience are those who I have never met face to face before.
Before I dive into what I slightly have mapped out in my mind for tonight’s read, I want to make a comment… I find it ironically comedic that the mass majority of those who follow me requested to hear relationship advice from me. haha. I will not go into a long list of pitfalls with past relationships, I’m sure I will receive a handful of messages from women in my past that might beg to differ on what I have to say.
In that sense, I write this blog tonight completely open and willing to let it out. Get brutally honest. Maybe it will flow out poetically like a Bon Iver jam session at AIR Studios. Or maybe it comes out like absolute dog shit and I shall wake up tomorrow and live another day.
I will start by saying I often find my own relationships and experiences to be great lessons that should be shared. This might sound crazy, but, I feel like I am the real life Hitch mixed with Good Luck Chuck. Haha… You can laugh. I have fucked up so many relationships in fact, that I feel as if I can give the greatest insight and introspective on love and relationships, but often find myself battling the same words I speak. Sounds a lot like the story line of Hitch… Oh, and the Good Luck Chuck… Well, all of the serious girlfriends I have had in the past are now madly in love with who I assume they will all marry. I am sure a few of you can relate to that.
Here I am, yet again. 10 O’clock on a Saturday night sitting, staring at a computer screen. Music cranked to drown out the party noise coming from the apartment upstairs. With all the blood in my arms and biceps and not my brain, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity for a Saturday night rant. I haven’t just ranted for a minute and today I am in one of those gritty moods.
I sit here, a familiar scene for a Saturday night in my life, and I listen to the thuds and bangs coming from above my room as the chatters of college students and mumble rap music make for a “lit” evening for such a crew. Now, I am not going to be the fun crasher and point fingers to say that having fun and partying is wrong, but, this scene is nothing new. In fact, since moving into a new apartment a handful of months ago, I have found myself sitting in my room writing many of these blogs to the sounds of the chaos happening only a few boards above my head.
There is about 10 feet between me and them. The difference, only 10 fucking feet.
Are you in shape or do you just have muscles?
Performance is so much deeper than aesthetics. Recently, I have found myself caught between two worlds. The world of anaerobics and the world of aerobics. On one side, I want to grow, build muscle, pack on weight. On the other side, I want to wrestle, run, grapple and increase my aerobic efficiency while maintaining a lower bodyweight to compete at. Two worlds completely opposite from one another. What I love about this dynamic is the variety of movements, positions, and stress my body is under due to the contrast of training styles.
Although a lot of people also follow similar training methods by mixing anaerobics and aerobics, I do see one major flaw in the world of weight lifting. Time and time again I see guys in the gym all jacked up bench press 4 plates, yet at the same time can’t run a quarter mile or do a one legged squat.