I used to read a lot of articles from Inc magazine about the morning rituals of the most successful entrepreneurs. Sounds kinda… stupid, right? Well, Inc would churn out some kind of short article on the subject every day and I’d be drawn to it like some kind of Millenial Moth (obligatory “Great band name”) to a “Which F*R*I*E*N*D are you?” quiz (my answer might surprise you). Basically it was the same shit in every article: wake up early, work out, meditate, write in a “gratitude journal”, get your ass to work. And I really do try to do all of those things besides meditate because I feel shitty if I don’t. I journal, but I’ve never really done it with any specific theme, be it gratitude or anything for that matter. But one thing I like to do is write notes. A fuck ton of notes. My chosen notes app is like one milk gallon jug of old urine away from being an episode of Hoarders. I mean, this POST is essentially another note to myself since nobody’s going to read it. This is the kind of shit I write about on a daily basis, but I should really start doing it here since I paid for the domain.
I get distracted really easily, I forgot what I was saying. Okay, so one ongoing note I have is “Things that bring me to tears of joy”. I like to keep track of these things because maybe one day I’ll write about them on an imaginary blog, or talk about them in an imaginary podcast. The latest entry into that list is this:
This is beautiful on a lot of levels. I get depressed about all the bad things in the world. Like, too depressed. Like some next level depression. Like actively, physically hopeless. I think the other side of that coin is that I’m comically easily-amused, and something as funny and cool as this can go a long fucking way sometimes.
Here’s a photo I took at the fair today. I’m trying to get back into taking photos, so I’m forcing myself to take a camera with me everywhere I go. It’s not like riding a bike, it’s some real Flowers for Algernon shit, actually. Taking good photos is hard, and I don’t know how long it’ll take me to get that back.
Old Vince would have never cut the lion off at the foot.