How to Mojo
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Be a Student of the Game. ~Mario Incandenza, Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace
I’m well known for strumming supportive themes. Picking away at the varied beats. Decomposing the tremors with hopes of locating the right measures that can create my particulated musicality. An unending tuning that magnetizes a symphonic state of being for me. I do this with help from you ~ any of you, all of you, whoever is willing to ante up any to drop their quality bombs for my personality’s plucking. Lately, I’ve needed this compared to merely offering from myself. Searching for and waiting on a job fit, I’m practicing humming about my probing in the sense of amplification steroids. Simply living isn’t necessarily a special skill. Although, once you add our acute interaction attention things become quite intriguing. I believe that the benchmark of our existence is experience. The heaps that we might reap in a single lifetime swoop. Every minute a fresh slit of research to procure some information. We’re all in the same apprenticeship.
Yet, many profess these projections that we oughtta pulse to our hum-drummery. Holed up in honing only the lot that we got. To aspire for profundity by solely rattling our own twang. Which happens to thrum as an idiotic waste to me. To me, it’s scandalous to miss chances to grasp growth anytime you’re able. Instead, shame for me is analogous to realizing you’re chatting with a bot. It’s a letdown with a huge lesson. However, it doesn’t have to correlate with disgrace. I enjoy reframing words that we’ve allowed to wallop us. Rather, to take them inside of me and massage them into a groundbreaking tempo. Wanting to lessen my wobbles has always steered my liberal perusal of people and darn near anything. Thus, my goading for y’all to be an ‘insider’ with any approach as you go… for more. Powering ourselves by the size of our sleuthing. Aim to feel like a foreigner for your benefit. Inquisitiveness is a remarkably groovy ditty.
A time you may embrace ~Turn! Turn! Turn! by The Byrds
A week ago I joined the world, and in-person my sister and nephew in Nashville, to view about 95% totality of the solar eclipse. It was an opportunity to broaden my solar to lunar atmospheric NASAy literacy too. I nerded out to the nth degree, along with my crush on Neil deGrasse Tyson. Plus, I was psyched to stumble upon the Astronomers Without Borders org, especially their solar eyeglasses recycling program of which you can also bring yours before April 30 to any hipster Warby Parker stores partnering to ship them to AWB. Try not to be so quick with the timidity of keeping yourself from those who are or seem smarter and better than you in whatever ways ~ surrounding your days with anyone who can show you something new or exceptionally blow your mind. Hire these types. Dine with them. Take road trips together. Invite them into your brain. Because, why wouldn’t humans wish to ramp their exploratory nature?
Self-discovery sorts best from avidly sowing such sciencerific snooping. Widely wagering an ongoing insemination of openness. Ultimately, even though harmonious genes may have skipped over me, rhythm has been one of my BFFs. It’s simultaneously secured me a seat at the table of perceiving the reverberations of grandiose moxie. I’ve scrutinized every revolution of my loving, earning, flailing, or stagnation. Perpetual possibility for finding yourself through any antipathy with another and especially our polar opposites. I think an important key is remembering to see the forest and the individual trees, but equally each specific leaf. Broad strokes to itty-bitty notes of rapport. It’s staying aware of others and all that’s outside the self. Besides, a thoughtful strategy that I love the most about this outlook is how precious both my attainables and my blunders rest within me as invaluable intel. Teachable is as much about receiving as giving.
Let yourself score a sweet slide in life.
