It all started with… I don’t know. Really, I don’t.
I used to feel that the answer was out there, that someone out there knew it, that there was a book, an article that would solve all my problems for me. Just one more book, just one more article… the right book, the right article.
Then I knew that the answer was within me, but that too was a cliché, I was still looking for the formula, not a silver bullet, since I knew that I was the one that would have to do the work, the heavy lifting in order to change it all.
But there’s no formula. There’s not one article, or one book, or one idea. There’s just “I”.
It was just too close to home to ignore it. I bled. I bled hard and copiously, and the funny this is that I came across those writing during a couple of days when my fife was weird, since the life events during those two days can be only categorized as:
- wonderful, that most people would kill for
… but nothing ordinary. And that’s my life in a nutshell, and yet, despite those “wonderful, that most people would kill for” moments, here I remain utterly unhappy.
While I have not blogged in a while, this
failed project has been in the back of my mind, because it is not a failure, nor a success. It’s a process, a mean to its own end, there was no fucking way that when I started this, I would have the one and correct answer to my problems, and that thinking is what got me, and maybe you, into trouble.
So today, January 9, 2013 is DAY 1.
Day 1 of a 30 day project where I will get some therapy, similar to rejection therapy, jus MORE of it, and I will record in here what I am going to force myself to do.
More details on another post today, but this is a partial list of my 30-day therapy:
- Post at least once a day
- Get rejected by someone in person at least once a day, no hiding behind email or facebook, it must be in person or on the phone/skype.
IT ENDS SUNDAY FEBRUARY 10, 2013