2019
Of Love and Fear
I am struck by the line I see between two kinds of stories. On one side of the line are the stories of love. On the other, the stories of fear. Interwoven, they are the fabric of our collective humanity,…
I don’t have to feel like crap
I’ve been experimenting with both a self-paced slide deck style of narration and scoping down the vast idea of self-development into something simple. The outcome is this deck:
The Upper Limit Of Understanding
Walking down the yellow-brick road of everything being storytelling, I stumbled into a handy metaphor of system models. If my Self is a complex adaptive system and the reality outside is also such a system, my lifelong process of meaning-making…
Everything is storytelling
Everything is storytelling. It’s all a little bit of a lie, a little bit of truth, all in the quest for meaning. It’s all storytelling. This post is storytelling. History is storytelling. Governments and money are storytelling. Leadership is storytelling.…
The System of Self
Here’s a checkpoint for Archeology of Self, a marker of where I’ve been, and a sense of where I am going.
My Self-work Routine
I started intentionally working on myself a year ago today, writing my first journal entry. Since then, I’ve iterated to the point where I am settling down into a bit of a routine.
Letting My Purpose Find Me
In my own clock, I spoke metaphorically about learning to listen to my own Self, learning to discern what I want from what I believe I am supposed to want. As this process continues, I am becoming more aware of…
A Classroom for Humanity
Why is it that some people are unable to see a different perspective? Why is it that when I try to introduce them to that perspective, I get an angry, hateful response, and often, trigger them holding more firmly onto…
Fear of the abyss
I’ve been thinking about how I experience the fear of the unknown in the context of constructive-developmental theory, this fear of what’s beyond the edge of my current capacity to make meaning, the fear of the abyss.
On the Riverbank
I am on the riverbank. In front of me, a river of my thoughts, feelings, emotions. Not a peaceful river. It’s loud and turbulent, twisting in its bed, mesmerizing. A moment later — and I am caught by the current.…
Archaeology of Self
Every experience I have is a new lesson in life, a new addition to things that I’ve already learned. This process of learning happens whether I am aware of it or not. With every lesson, I also learn how to…
Puzzle Me
Where do I end? Where does the “outside of me” begin? These questions seem simple at first and evoke answers involving epidermis, but I am discovering that my boundary has little to do with molecular structures. Rather, I perceive my…
The Illusion of Injured Identity
Throughout my live, I accumulate identities: a father, a husband, a software engineer, an occasional blogger. These identities are curious constructs, because they link me to other objects or concepts. Each turns two separate things–me and something else–into one, fusing…
My Own Clock
Most of my life I lived unaware of My Own Clock. I am not sure how, but I never seemed to see it. As a kid, I was somewhat bothered by the odd pulsing sense coming from some invisible thing…