A Post About Nothing #1

Dreams are real and when you put a timeline to them they become tangible. A lot of the time we are told to dream big but no one tells you that adding something like a timeline to that is just as important. It's what separates something imaginary from what gets built, what becomes materialised.

I remember riding a train to the V&A Museum back in the spring and I sat on the tube with my ipad and mind mapped a whole business plan. What I failed to do, not quite failed, was return revise and look at it to add a timeline. I kinda just sewed the seeds into the universe and left the path of life to materialise what was to happen. I can honestly say that I haven't been back to it, but that may change after I publish this.

My point is probably that adding a time to a task gives you something to aim for. I've recently given myself a time for something else, a few things actually but let's see how it unfolds in the coming months. I learnt that walking to clear your mind is often a great way to resolve conflicts within the mind and lying down on your back, looking up at the sky on a clear day is the greatest form of meditation. Something I will do much more often believe it or not. Also noticed that alcoholism and substance abuse is rife on all levels of society, as is sadistic vices amongst the upper echelon. Gaza's burning as we writeth, and Palestine is shrinking, although something isn't quite right about they methods -it was never right but in the context that it feels like something much bigger will happen as a result of this, it's never as simple as it seems but that's a conversation for another day. Missing planes, some were shot down with political puppets pointing fingers and stirring the pot.

Is everything too blatant or am I the only one who feels this way?

When you officially unplug yourself, you can't work inside a corporation nor any corrupt, unjust, and regressive organisation, you opt to be your own boss to engineer change both socially, creatively and metaphysically. What can I say I'm on my way...

A post about nothing but a scattered jigsaw of thoughts.

Goodnight.

Own It

Yesterday I drove to my old stomping grounds of Cheapside to exchange a pair of shoes. It was cold outdoors, I had shaved my beard and moustache one level lower than usual and I hadn't drove this route in the daytime before. Before starting the car I put my destination into the navigation and set off knowing that I had telephoned the store to reconfirm that the shoes had been set aside, and that I had the expectation set on Boxing Day that I could come and exchange the boots for a bigger size.

The roads were clear, I cruised my way into the square mile, circled around to find a parking spot before settling on a side road and turnt the engine off. I headed straight to One New Change shopping centre, by way of M&S and headed to Office. It was kinda eerie when I arrived because there was a line, and when I finally got to the till point the lady looked fairly unhappy at my arrival. I explained that the shoes had been set aside and that someone said it was fine to exchange them. In the even of exchange I received a refund of £10, exited the store, had a quick browse at the Topman sale and headed back to my car.

I pulled out of the space, allowing someone to replace me, adjusted the sat nav and headed home. Whilst heading over the box junction of Bank station en route to London Bridge, a lady was driving an Aston Martin with the number plate Own It. I took out my phone and snapped a blurry pic. I had no idea why at first but I guess it was a subconscious sign because the number plate stuck in my mind the whole time. Whether she was proud of owning the vehicle, whether she owned her life and moments rather than owing anyone anything is unknown, all I know that from the eleven or so hours ago I was stationary behind her car in traffic, her number plate resonated with me. Must be a sign, not even a probable, it's a solid definite...

I own it. I own my life, my actions, my momentum, my health, my destiny, my dream, my alchemy, my happiness. Stop acting like life is out of your control and own it.

Projective Steps

Projecting to my next steps; the career as opposed to just the job which comes with a great salary and benefits package to match, the space and the personalised decor to match. I feel as though I'm en route to major moves as I feel different, I feel like change is here already, it's as if the metamorphosis is manifesting into something beautiful. The more we enjoy the fruits of our labour, the harder we have to work but the nirvana is finding what you love to do for a living and you pretty much work harder on enjoying the fruits of play. Crazy right?

The amount of time you waste constantly weighing up the pros and cons or being scared to make your moves is what's keeping you caged up all the same. Time and time again I learnt from it, again and again before being decisive once I eliminated all the safety nets. I kinda had it all seen up once I figured out how to play it, it's kinda like hop scotch, skip into different boxes but don't move out of the lines: be sensible, realistic and responsible. Allow these limitations to breed your creativity, allow yourself to play with the cards dealt as best as possible until one day the rules begin to work in your favour.

Play your best at all times, project yourself to where you'd like to be and get there by all means.