Do You Notice the Moments That Change Your Life?

There are moments when a book can change your life.

Example?

The Icarus Deception – I receive affirmation—right there from someone who knows—that yes, we are all artists.

On Writing Well – I realize I’ve been writing wrong—or not quite right—the entire time.

The Big Leap – I discover the Upper Limit Problem—how I’ve spent my life striking myself down to average whenever I feel like I get too close to Greatness.
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These leaps forward were all sprung from printed word. How simple, how complex.

But I notice a habit in myself. Before I finish a book I’m loving, I start thinking, “There is so much more out there to read—what’s the next thing? What’s the next way I can change?!”

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The Hidden Room of Self Confidence

There’s a secret about self confidence that they don’t want you to know.

Ready?

What we think it’s made up of is a sham.

Self confidence is not a thing to be founded upon the outside world’s measurements—acclaim, salary, recognition, titles, et cetera.

It’s a thing that can only originate from your own and lone internal measurements . . .

And permissions.

These things may have nothing to do with what they know about you, and everything to do with what you know about you, yet we tend to keep the focus on the former.

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Good Morning! Waking Up with Anxiety.

Lately I wake up to anxiety. You know the feeling?

Not the kind that punches you in the gut—eyes flung open to see your lover didn’t come home last night.

Nor the throbbing kind that lingers with loss or failure—you were fired last week, your dog died on Sunday.

No, the anxiety atop my pillow is a slow-burning sort, one that builds with a dullness and looks away when I’m looking. Awkward and unbelonging, but sheepishly grinning anyhow.

This corner-dwelling angst does not ruin my day or rattle my brains . . . not much, anyway. Mostly, it just hangs out. Not fully engaging, but lacking the common decency to just get out, then.

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When the Best Creativity Techniques Are About Doing Nothing

Sometimes, I sit down to do my creative stuff and there’s nothing there.

My concept of creativity centers around writing, so when the words don’t arrive, the panic does.

I know about creative resistance. I know many ways to tackle the Beast:

Yet I may know all the tools and creativity techniques in the world and a portion of my mind will continue to stomp her feet, clench her fists, and yell no no no!

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Friday Roundup: I Know Things Edition . . . Unladylike in the Library

This week has been relatively uneventful (there ya go, Megg—reel ‘em in!).
To feel like I’m moving toward profit procurement as I wait to hear back from an agent about my book proposal, I’ve been doing things like studying Google Analytics and trying to figure out why people are signing up for a blog that I haven’t worked on since 2013.
But, between terribly produced Google training videos (Google’s budget must be tight) and cooking lots of leftovers that I scrounge from anybody, I have found five things that you need to know about! Wow! Exciting!

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Looking Back: Who We Were Then and Now (Or: Same Same, Different)

I did not know who I was when I first left to go traveling. I was twenty-five.

I also do not know now. I am thirty-one.

Now, I am also leaving to go travel. Back to Portland before I wind my way across the country to end up, surprisingly, where I stand right now—Georgia.

I look back on the sixteen months begun in 2013, drifting through fifty-two cities, doing things, meeting people, learning skills like farming or construction . . . and I can’t say I know what it was for.

It seems a sort of glowing light, a hallowed path stringing me along to leave me finally on the other side, without answers.
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Friday Roundup: Scary Things Edition . . . Patreon, Music, a Book in a Month, Oh My!

It’s the first week on January and ohhhh goals are so hard! I didn’t even set any goals this year, it’s last year’s hangers-on that are after me.

And they should be after me, because I set them two weeks ago and immediately fell off the goal wagon. It was Christmas, there was a visitor, there was travel . . . I’m giving me a break. Kind of (stop yelling at me, brain!).

I’m back to life that isn’t mostly eating, drinking, and merrymaking, so that means remembering how to behave as a non-paid professional.

Non-paid professional—it’s like the worst game of dress-up.

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Friday Roundup: Exercising Commitment Edition

Remember that time I was trying to do something on a consistent weekly basis? I lasted seven weeks, but . . .

Here I am, trying again! That’s nice, that’s good.

Every once in awhile I get this wild hair saying, “Hey Megg, you should be consistent about things sometimes!”

It’s a pretty crazy thought, I know, but I’m going to give it a go again.

A friend recently told me that he’s going “off-romance” for a year. He’s trying to clean up some emotional habits and addictions, so no dating, no innocent kisses, no porn, no masturbating.

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Most Underrated Use of Friends? Crazy Prevention.

I was just messing around in the kitchen, making fun of myself for something out loud, when I thought,

“If you pretend you’re going crazy for an audience of zero, does it mean you’re maybe actually going crazy?”

Then, I thought, “that was kind of a funny thought.”

But then, I thought, “Wait . . . I actually just had that thought.”

I tell myself that the initial thought crossed my mind only as a sardonic way to make fun of myself for making fun of myself. I mean, just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try to make someone (me) smile.

But I did have to wonder: would I think such things if I didn’t spend 96% of my time alone?

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The Difference Between Doing Your Best and Doing Better

What do I write about!? Time lately spent rebooting my blog formatting has caused me to revisit the past year’s posts and I don’t want to make this one about complaints. There’s been enough of that. Nor do I want to talk about distraction—enough of that, too.

(If you’re counting, I’m sorry. Kind of.)

But what else is there in my world?!

I’m kidding. I’m kidding . . . but also, I think I did hear that question lightly posed in my mind. Is that who I am? Is Negative Nancy rocking my house?

There’s something easy about sitting in front of this computer and writing things out to a faceless audience. I let my guard down. I think (for some reason) that I can get away with complaining, and that instead of adding negativity to the universe, I’m attracting commiseration and letting other sufferers know they’re not alone.

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Achtung! The Hidden Health Risks of Creative Pursuit

The intent of this quest was to pursue creativity. I was tired of jobs that weren’t fulfilling. But beginning meant releasing things from myself I hadn’t accessed before.

From where would come the words to share? From where the confidence to do so?

And in finding, opening these parts of me, other things escaped, too. Insecurities. Dreams. Curiosities.

Rumbling, resounding echoes that have called me since the day I began this journey seem to originate in the realm of my relationship with relationships.

Relationships. I have been knocking them down, slogging my way through shams, and allowing them to run a parallel path, it seems, to the trajectory of this year’s creative pursuits.

And always what seems to be initially real morphs into a final illusion. Still, something remains when it’s all over: me, but changed.

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How Four Chunks Are Causing You to Stop Yourself RIGHT NOW

“In any particular moment, our conscious awareness can hold on to only approximately four chunks of information. This is called our working memory.”

We are looking at a display of pies.

Vast and interminable, here lie all pies imaginable, every pie known to man. Mom’s cherry pie. Peanut butter chocolate pudding (graham cracker crust). Apple-cinnamon with crumble topping.
And bad pies, too. It’s every pie. Poisonberry pie. Dogshit pie. Grass and nettle pie.

You take four pieces from any pie you want. Four chunks. Whichever you want. You’ll never be full, and you’ll never gain weight. But there must always be four before you.

When you finish one, you must then go get another. Or, you can swap out unfinished pieces. But always four.

And the supply is ever-replenished! You can do this for the rest of your life! Forever pies! Life is amazing!

So….

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I pressed the reset button on life to shape it exactly how I wanted, and now devote my time to helping others do the same. Bossmeggan (that’s boss, not bossy) is here to document my successes, failures, meandering thoughts, and travels along the way. Come along for the ride!! (No spam, ever.)