Q: What is the most important thing to write down in your personal journal every day that will have the biggest payoff down the road?
Recording more is always fun.
Filling journal pages, or taking extensive notes, can help you call to mind rich depths of experience and whole sequences of information.
But recording more might get in the way of remembering your most important life lessons.
No matter what it takes, be sure to capture every instance where someone’s words or something you go through seems to speak into the details your life . . . igniting or confirming potential, and illuminating your next steps forward.
Sometimes I’m aware enough of my ongoing identity crisis to glimpse the sheer silliness in my utter desperation to lock down a livable “I” blueprint at all costs.
Describing the experience of watching myself shift between viable “I” models might sound somewhat Suesswellian…
But to me it’s been finding in the place of any actual “I” only that which awareness and conception might convey of an ever shifting “why” that merges in each moment as combinations of forces occurring to me as values each and all wanting to use my life to exist.
Living without identity always leads me back to asking: What if there is no real “I” beyond just an idea given to account for and make sense of an evolving “why”?
Or: What would it mean if “why” causes “I,” so “I” is a story that exists only in relation to “why”?
Though ego works with every framework to hold me to my current story, sometimes the constant shifting shows me also what’s beneath.
I had to see 2 things at once.
First, weed has always been valuable to me for specific reasons.
It’s been too easy to enjoy its value at the expense of other values.
And seeing my other important values held back made me try to quit weed so many times . . . though I always failed.
What changed everything was simply sharing my story over time.
Sharing allowed me to see both why I love weed and also all those other good things too much weed infringed upon and hindered.
Through sharing my story, I faced my addiction, my perspective changed, and weed is no longer something I lose control to.
The times we’re living in.
Let’s say you wake up everyday and go to work for someone else, essentially giving them and their dreams most of your time.
Before landing my most recent job, I interviewed for months.
The experience was always the same.
Driving to the interview, I’d be rehearsing responses to whatever difficult questions I guessed might be asked.
Imagine seeing your true potential.
You catch a vision of yourself rising above every limitation and weakness.
I look back fondly to a time when my religious beliefs were the bedrock core of my identity, the driving passion behind my ambitions, and the framework I used for understanding every experience and idea.
I always felt pressured to be an extrovert.
More specifically, I felt like I was supposed to be this sunny, caring cheerleader type who brightened everyone’s day with my bubbly demeanor.
I used to get lost in daydreams.
In fact, I wish I still did.
I think at the core of the INFJ you find a peaceful stillness.
Back when I was fighting addiction, I had this feeling all I needed to do was share my real addiction experience over time—that going public like that would force my perspective to change, and keep me accountable to moving forward and growing.
So I sat down one night and started writing.
I once read a book on Zen that gave the following meditation: Continue reading
I was actually the exact opposite until recently. Continue reading
I’m thinking of 2 types of negative experiences, one immediate, and the other long-term.
As an INFJ, the core of what you are is a subtle awareness taking place that looks deep beneath the surface to see connections revealing potential and possibility.
“Health” via “conforming” looks quite different for each type.
Declaring yourself terrible is too easy.
Writing yourself off like that is an excuse . . . a way of hiding behind ideals of perfection.
If someone asked you to brainstorm a list of the most important things in your life, I’m sure you could easily fill a page with scribbled terms circled and joined into various categories and sub-categories of value.
I want to be the best version of myself I can be.
A mistake I make at least twice a year is getting so wrapped up in things like outcomes and returns—the results of “being my best self”—that I end up trying to be someone else.