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I write less when my head is on straight

This is interesting.

When I am ok then I write less here.

And right now I’m ok.

So I want to be sure to write this down to remind myself that I’m ok. I’m always ok. I just don’t always believe it.

Why am I ok? Reading. Marcus Aurelius at the moment. I can’t read Seneca in the morning for some reason. But Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius are easy.

Relentless, by the way, has fallen dead on its second read-through. I have no appetite for it. It’s sort of like a one-note song, though I know that there can be subtle nuances in monotony. I’ll get back to it. Or not.

In the meantime, Gary Vaynerchuk videos are passing the message along. No expectations. Just give. Work really hard for a long time. All good stuff.

I can only hope that my kids have a great relationship with me in the same way he seems to have a great relationship with his parents. If he has what he appears to have, Gary Vaynerchuk has wealth beyond measure.

So the outside reminders come, but from another path.

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Remember good days

Making a note because today was a good day and sometimes I forget this when I’m in a funk.

Hard boundaries. I didn’t get frozen yogurt today again because I told myself I had hard boundaries.

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The line between colorful personality and bullshit artist

Is a thin line.

Let them be. They will reveal themselves.

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I never thought to ask for help

I just hired a guy to help me do a thing. The reason I hired him is because he announced “I do this and you can hire me to help you.”

In talking to him I learned how he had learned the skill he is selling me. He had arbitrarily picked up the phone and purchased one-on-one consulting from people who were not selling consulting, but were self-evidently killing it with this specific skill.

It never occurred to me to do that.

Today I learned a new life skill. Go to the best, and ask if they will help. Overpay if necessary.

The reality laughs part of this story is that the help I seek is omnipresent. It’s me and my hidden assumptions and life operating principles that stops the help from arriving at my doorstep.

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The first step to being smart

The first step to being smart is “stop being stupid.” Just stop doing dumb shit and you’re likely to have a better life.