Little Joys Ch.47

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

February 16th, 2020

Books are doorways into secret worlds, secret lives created by the minds of people around the world.

Many books follow the same set of rules, they have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

But some books simply are.

They give us a glimpse into a small piece of someones madness, someones day, someones moment. They help us connect with that part of us is that is confused, lost, trying to piece together the jigsaw puzzle that is our life and make some sense of it all and understand that we are not alone in our loneliness.

Everyone has a scared child running through mazes in our minds and being confronted with the fact makes you realize that we are all trapped in the same maze together, all we need to do is reach out, spill our truths, and we can connect on a deeper level.

I just finished up the slow regard of silent things by Patrick Rothfuss. Its my second read through, and it is just as beautiful and broken and poetic as the first time I explored its pages. For anyone who has not read Patrick’s work, I highly recommend it. His king killer chronicles are wonderful books, imperfect as all stories are, and perfect in their imperfection. The slow regard of silent things is a small 60 page companion book which shares a few days of one of the characters in his series, and it is truly a wonderful book.

It might not be for you, but if it is, it will sink into your skin and rest against your heart for weeks and months.

Remember to stay healthy, let your geek freak fly, and never forget that you are not alone in your brokenness.

Little Joys Ch.32

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

February 1st, 2020

We have created a culture where working ourselves to death goes hand in hand with laziness on a scale unheard of in the past.

People are either at their jobs, feeling miserable for 60 hours a week, or spending day after day staring at their phones and computers, watching pointless videos specifically created to waste our time and keep us hooked to the screen.

Finding a balance is hard.

If you happen to be someone who is aware of the dangers of both of these areas, then you’re probably doing your best to work in a way that is fulfilling, keep yourself in shape physically, stimulate your mind, and also have time to be with friends and family.

But even that endeavor can feel like a chore sometimes, because then you start shitting on yourself if you don’t manage to get a certain area of your life into a perfect flow. It’s a never ending stream of judgement and negativity.

These last two weeks, I have had a great flow. I have worked every day, written for myself and the website, trained almost daily, taken long walks, hung out with people.

I have hit every marker, yet as I was walking towards one of the nice views here in the city of Da Nang, I realized that I was exhausted, head was splitting from the sun, and I really, really needed to go to the bathroom. But alas, I had set myself the goal of walking down the whole beach, up that damn hill, and seeing the lady Buddha statue.

I was making the mistake of investing my plan for sightseeing with the same importance as my other weekly goals, which had purpose and meaning. This is the problem when we become too goal oriented, we end up attributing meaning to things that have no business being in that category, and we push ourselves even when all our body needs is a genuine, well deserved rest, and in my case, a potty break.

Does that mean I sat down and stared at my phone and lazed around for the rest of the day? no!

Each of us has to choose what we consider to be a proper way to re-energize ourselves after a long week. For me, it was taking a grab back to my hotel, taking a two hour nap, then taking a nice walk along the beach, followed by some writing and reading, and another walk, oh and I ate 5 meals and some snacks.

My body needed food, and rest, and gentle movement, and it needed to just unload some of the burden off, so I wrote some poetry. That worked for me. That made me happy.

Everyone needs to decide what their happy place is, what little things, little joys, they can add into their day that will stimulate their mind and body without destroying it.

Think about it, then do it!

Little Joys Ch.29

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

January 29th, 2020

With the Tet holiday still in force here in Vietnam, as well as everyone going a bit crazy over the corona virus, finding a place to eat and relax has sometimes been a bit difficult.

A few days ago I came across this sweet little restaurant called Breco, which is run by a brother and sister. I am not a fan of restaurants in general, but sometimes you find these perfect spots, where price and quality and just great atmosphere combine to make you feel so zen and at home.

I have been coming here every day since, working and reading and just letting the calm just wash over me. It is a sanctuary of sorts, a way to just tap into my inner happy place and let the creativity come out.

For anyone wandering in to the city of Da Nang, you should definitely check it out!

 

Little Joys Ch.28

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

January 28th, 2020

 

“Go out and walk. That is the glory of life,” 

-Maira Kalman

Having a moment to simply walk for the sake of walking is by far one of the most joyful experiences I can think of.

To just let yourself go, allow the mind to wander as your feet carry you wherever they wish to go.

But the true beauty in a carefree walk is the ideas that flow in because of it. As I walked along the shoreline yesterday, enjoying a small moment of sunlight peeking through the cloudy days we have been having here in Da Nang, ideas for my book just started clamoring for my attention.

That is the real joy of walking, the unfettering of the mind so that it can do what it does best, which is pass on to you all the wisdom and creativity it has within it.

Let your feet wander and the mind shall quickly follow suit.

Little Joys Ch.27

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

January 27th, 2020

There is a deep pleasure to be found in re-watching something you have seen before. The same could be said for reading.

Each time you delve into a story, you find more meaning, more detail, another way of seeing that you did not before. Perhaps it is your own mind fleshing out the story in a way that pleases you, or displeases, so that as you dive into the history of this world that has been created you become more and more a part of it, yet it becomes more a part of you, being shaped by you as it shapes you in return.

Stories are one of humanities greatest creative inventions, and there are so many to be discovered that is it mind boggling to even think of  going through them all.

But it’s worth a shot!

 

Little Joys Ch.21

This post is part of an ongoing challenge to share a little joy I have found each day of this year, and perhaps for the rest of my life. I hope you enjoy it!

January 21st, 2020

There is a moment when you realize that you have become invested so much in the characters created within a book that they no longer exist within a separate reality but have become a part of the very fabric of who you are.

Good books shift our perspectives, force us into new patterns of thinking. I know that when I get really into a novel the way that I formulate thoughts in my head shifts and becomes more like the characters that I enjoy, almost as though my brain knows that that is the right way I should be thinking.

It’s deep and mysterious and wonderful.

I fucking love books.

If you don’t well, I guess I still like you too.