Not only do I speak to strangers but apparently I travel cross county and trek through the wilderness with them also.
As an outdoor enthusiast and a nature lover, I’ve always wanted to surrender to the wild and go camping. But as a proper gent with a public restroom phobia, I’ve never been able to conquer the whole ‘shittin in the woods’ dilemma. Ironically, Instagram (reference my past post “Instagram: no filter” to grasp the scope if irony) granted me my chance to experience mother nature’s hospitality in an eventful way that is so true to form of my randomness. Here’s the tale of how the whole adventure unfolded in all its dramatized glory.
Read MoreWe beg for light even though we choose to live in the shadows
Afraid to be seen because we are afraid to see ourselves; to face our truth
In the dark, the faintest glow can be mistaken for the sun. We accept the flicker of a match when what we crave is the blinding light of the sun. In full light, a dim candle flame is rendered invisible
We radiate our brightest light when we are authentic; when we are not just accepting, but fully appreciative of who we are
Read Morenstagram had tainted the act of taking pictures and corrupted the act of sharing experiences for me…. so I left.
But then I came back.. and then I left again. And then came back. Then I suspended my account, but then I reinstated it. And for much of that reinstated period, I refused to have the app downloaded on my phone… As if that makes any sense.
Read MoreFour days ago, I found a penny on the floor of my place. I picked it up (because it was in the middle of the floor) and put it into my little change jar. The next day I found two pennies. The doubling of the amount reminded me of an example that Darren Hardy mentioned in his book “The Compound Effect”.
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