Picture is: The wonderful and occassionally spooky stairs to my neighbourhood
Good news, I just lost my shirt.
I like that shirt. Despite the fact that it almost always stinks (one day I will care enough to fix the issue that I perpetually stink), it's got an awesome design and it just to happens to perfectly match my ilumina bracelet.
And it's gone.
Now, stoicism. There are two questions we must ask before we care about anything.
Does it effect me?
Can I effect it?
If the answer to either is no, I do not care.
There is no purpose in caring.
Another wonderful way of putting this philosophy is "If you cannot change something, then what is the point of worrying? If you can change something, then what is the point of worrying."
Or, even more perfectly "Without worry, you have nothing to worry about."
That shirt is gone.
Which leaves me with 2 shirts, both of which are a bit too big for me.
Tomorrow, as my reward for writing the TurnPoint site (tomorrow's main MVP, which was supposed to be today), I will contact RadNomad companies and pitch them on the idea of sending me samples.
I'll do all 4 notebooks (I've already got Moleskines, so the other 3), someone for shirts...no wait, Outlier is sending me two shirts. Rad! Hmm, lemme see what shirts they are.
Oh hells yeah, these are cool shirts. I got a button up biz-style shirt with a unique design for flexabilty and fit, and made of merino wool + cotton blend. Excellent for biz adventure.
I also got a merino wool v neck.
I also got distracted just now. Whoops. Email.
Shit is intense. I didn't even start on TurnPoint today.
Why? Distraction, inablity to focus.
Rolf really understands me. And he's completely honest with me. Today he told me he's hesitant about working with me because he knows my focus is not often narrowed and tends to go in many directions. Very true.
Where'd that fire go?
I just had it. It was right here. This burning blaze that drove me to hustle from waking to wayy past my sleeping time.
Sleep was unimportant. Work was a blast.
What did it?
A few weeks prior I was at an airport, desperate for something to eat. I got a poor quality sandwich at an above average price. I paid, and it served its purpose: to make me stop feeling starving.
When I visited Haiti I was staying with a couch surfer. My bus arrived just as dark was rolling in. I had my host's phone number, but I didn't have a usable phone. I was the only tourist on the bus (meaning the only white person), and I hadn't heard anyone else speak English. A cabbie spoke in broken English to get me to ride in his cab.
"Can I use your phone?"