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TRUE NORTH

If you’ve wondered why my output here has slowed down in recent months, it’s because I am going through a period of immense inventory-taking in my life. As I have officially reached the backside of my 20s since last we spoke, I felt it was time to start getting my mental, spiritual and soulful house in order, and to decide just what it is I want to keep doing. In that period, I have turned loose of a lot of people and happenings that I either had no interest in anymore, or was sapping the energy I once had. And I’ve become more mindful as to who I speak to on a regular basis, and the things I do, and how to balance both without the scale tipping too far in either direction, leading to burn-out or a lack of interest.

Put simply, at age 27, I am beginning to search for (and hopefully find!) my true north.



I am beginning to re-invest in what brought me joy before, such as poetry. While my lofty book-publishing dreams and long-form poetry output has ceased at least for now, I am partaking in another poetry challenge with a dear friend this year, and am pulling out all the stops, as we both have made a pact to write a poem a day for as long as we are able. Short poems mostly, as I am writing nijusan poetry, or “cheater haiku” as I call them. 23 syllables, a 7-9-7 string. Nijusan is the Japanese word for “twenty-three,” so it made sense to stick the name to these poems, and this new poetic invention has re-opened a lot of doors poetically that I thought were screwed or welded shut.

I am also trying to keep contact with dear friends who build me up and encourage me, and maintaining contact with those I already have roots with in their soil. Reaching out to dear friends is a cherished pastime for me, as I live a mostly rural life in the mountains of North Carolina. I am also taking stock of my friendships, and seeing which ones are benefitting me and helping me forward, and which ones needed to be clipped and left to the elements. While it is a bit sad to turn loose of some I have cherished, I know it will only help me and lessen the weight on my shoulders.

In addition to before, I am slowly dipping my big toe back into event organizing, as I have missed it very much. While it’s not anything to the extent I was doing in 2021 and 2022, it still fills the void that my prior schedule had left behind. Organizing weekly virtual music concerts, helping other friends with booking for their events, and kicking the tires on potential interviews are reaping newfound benefits for me, now that I know how to reign myself and my mind in, and to be fulfilled by it without being bogged down by it.

Another major investment has been continued therapy, though with the blossoming of a new season, my seasonal “blahs” have subsided for the most part. But it’s still a highly beneficial thing for me, if for no other reason than to ensure this newfound good feeling and happiness in my life sustains itself for many months or even years to come! While I have had some stumbling blocks in this new spring season, talking things over with my therapist has been immeasurably helpful in keeping me on the right track.



While I have shared a few different reasons for my absence here, there are still many ways I am evolving and growing and changing, and I will share these with you in future blog posts in weeks and months to come. But for now, I feel like I needed a bit of explanation as to why I took a sabbatical of sorts from blogging. It is because, friends, my true north is calling, and I must follow it. I’m not getting any younger, and as certain as it’s daylight, the time is now to go. ❤️

I hope this blog post finds you well, and in the comments, please share how you found or are trying to find your own true north in your life! What does it look like? What is it you’re doing to find it? If you’ve found it, what did it for you? Feel free to share!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

I SEE YOU

I’ve always had a passion for writing. However, my challenge lies in the fact that my thoughts often scatter, and I may complete only one out of every ten pieces I begin. I have a friend who grapples with constant chaotic thoughts. He finds it difficult to recognize any redeeming qualities within himself. The remarkable thing is, he possesses an unparalleled gift. His ability to put words to paper that evoke all your senses and transport you into the vivid scenes he creates is a talent possessed by few.

He’s been working very hard on himself for the last year or so, giving up things he once thought he wanted, to explore his past, understand who he has become, and discover who he wants to be. He’s utilized advice from friends, his own creativity, a great deal of courage, and therapy to break free from the box that trauma had trapped him in.

I am incredibly proud of him. He acknowledges that he was becoming toxic to himself and those he cared about. Instead of taking the easy route, he summoned the strength to become a better person. His journey is far from over, and he knows it will take years to untangle and overcome behaviors shaped by trauma. But he’s doing it, and I want him to know that, although my life is very busy at the moment & my time is limited… I see you.

He has a deep love for poetry, and so do I. Even though I’m just a small star in the vast galaxy of his talent, I knew that poetry was the language I needed to connect with him. I chose a reverse poem to serve as a reminder of where he once stood and where he stands today. I want him to understand that I see him, I’m proud of him, and I have faith in him. I look forward to watching his ongoing journey toward self-healing and self-awareness.

Read each line from top to bottom. Then read each line from bottom to top.

His life is pain

And he no longer feels

He has the right to hope

Learning from loss

His worth is limited

Refusing to see

Through others’ hearts

Forging his path

In fear & anxiety

Never choosing to walk

With trust & courage

Trudging through chaos

Harnessing his creativity

Binding him from

A life full of joy

For JP, to remind you to always flip the script.

THE SPEED OF LIFE: ONE YEAR LATER

Hello all! I hope you have had a wonderful Sunday and a great weekend overall! This weekend finds me reminiscing and reflecting, as it was one year ago this very day that I began writing on this blog, and sharing my experiences and happenings with all who would listen. And while I will admit to having skepticism at first about writing here, mainly over the feeling that nobody would listen and would therefore not resonate, I’ve come to find that, over the last year, I have seen so many things in my life from the viewpoints of others, and it has made me take a second look at things I was doing and am doing, and showing me more clearly what to leave in and what to leave out in terms of my life. And it has been a major boon to me!

I must give a bit of explanation as to how I got here: The first blog I ever wrote on this website was entitled “Moving At The Speed Of Life”. At that point in my life, I really was doing just that. I was bursting at the seams with creative opportunities and was hellbent on making every single one of them work. Now, if you can balance your working life with your everyday life, this can be a time that bears great fruit for you. But I found myself incapable of doing this, and I now freely admit that, whereas a year ago, I was still very hesitant about doing so. I found myself taking on so many tasks, and trying to keep every happy within the network I helped found that it all became too much. I wound up crashing head-first into a brick wall on August 12 of last year, standing dangerously close to the edge, and about to go over it. Had it not been for the goodness and kindness of many-and three women in particular-I don’t know where I would be!

The first of these wonderful women is Em Farwell, one of the founders of this very website, and the one who first offered me to write a blog for this website! I first came to know Em after she joined the team on Cosmos Creative Television, the online network I co-founded. Within just a couple of weeks, I knew that Em was a valiant, strong and caring individual who has a huge heart and so much to give. And give she did!

Em assumed a sort of motherly role in my life, taking me in as one of her many “virtual” children she has nurtured and looked out after over the years. When I told her my story and why I am the way I am, she took the time to listen, and offered up ideas and solutions about how to grow and be better and shed a lot of what I knew and had experienced.

As mentioned before, when Em offered me a spot writing on this blog, I approached it with some hesitation and trepidation. I had never blogged before; the closest I had come to that was putting my poetry onto various websites through the years prior. I had no idea if anyone would listen to or even care about what I said. But, at any rate, I found the courage and elected to go for it. And it has paid off wonderfully, as mentioned earlier in this blog! I will be forever grateful to Em for believing in me and giving me this opportunity to write on this wonderful blog!

The second of these three wonderful women is my dear friend and co-creator Renée Yaworsky. Renée and I founded Cosmos Creative Television together, and we have done many wonderful things in our creative lives together! More than that, it was Ré who first introduced me to Em, when she first came onto the CCTV team way back when. Ré has been one of my biggest supporters, one of my closest confidants, and one of the reasons why I am talking with you today. She saw firsthand the struggles I was going through, and was the first to start me forward on the journey to where I am today, one of healing and growth and change.

When I first mentioned possibly writing a blog, she was over-the-moon about the idea, having been a constant supporter of my poetry and other writings all along the way. My hope is that Renée may someday join myself and Em in writing on this website! In the meantime, with each blog I publish to this website, I always think of Ré and what she said to me, her unwavering support that pushed me over the edge to do this, and in turn, see things from a wide variety of lights and viewpoints, and how to best prepare myself for the future!

The third woman I want to pay homage to in this anniversary blog is my therapist Elizabeth! When I first stepped away from doing shows and whatnot in Cosmos, Renée and Em were steadfast about my trying therapy. I had never really given therapy a shot before, and out of nervousness, I kept putting it off and putting it off until finally I found a website that did not have any hoops to jump through (shoutout to Open Path Collective!), and I found Elizabeth after only a few minutes of searching. After initial contact, we settled on a date for a first therapy session, and to say I went into the session scared to death was an understatement. But within 10 minutes, I felt better telling my story than I had felt in the first nearly 20 years of telling it. I finally felt truly heard and seen and cared about. I finally felt safe and comfortable, talking about all of the dark, traumatizing things I had experienced in my onescore and six on this earth.

December will mark a year since I first started seeing Elizabeth, and in the dozens of sessions we have had since that time, I have reaped benefits I never knew existed. I feel so much freer and happier in my life, and I have so many more tools in my tool chest for fixing the problems in my life and overcoming the days where sadness overcomes me. While I do still slip from time to time, I find that I am a better friend, a better man and a better person overall for seeking therapy, and now, whenever I can, I tell people about my experiences in therapy, and how it can be beneficial in their own lives, if they take the chance to do it!

Most of all in my therapy journey, I have learned to keep forward and not linger on every minute thing that could happen. This is something I have struggled with mightily in my life, and I’d be lying if I said I was 100% cured, but the strides I have made and the tips and tricks I have received have been more beneficial to me than any amount of money. I feel like I am lightyears ahead of where I was when I first started, and though I know I have many a mile to travel in my journey, I can take comfort in knowing I have come this far, and have grown and changed and evolved accordingly!

Before I leave you, I want to offer you, the reader a hearty thank-you and bow of appreciation as well! Your comments and messages and other inputs on my blogs have been extremely beneficial to me, and it is through your eyes that I have seen a great many things that have gone on, and situations I have been in, and I have seen where I could be better, and where I have done better. Your input has shaped and crafted me more than you could ever imagine, and for this, I am thankful! Please continue to offer your input whenever you can!

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, tell me which of my blogs over the last year has resonated with you the most!

As always, take care, much love, may God richly bless, and here’s to another year!

-Jon

WHEN “THURSDAY” IS “WEDNESDAY”

Happy Friday friends! You know those days we all have when everything you try to do is an epic fail? My “Thursday” was one of those days!

My husband is enjoying a much needed camping vacation. I started “Thursday” off with completing some promotional work online. I was feeling accomplished after getting it done quickly, efficiently and early! I had nothing I had to do for the rest of the day until an interview at 8pm.

After completing my online work, I went to the refrigerator to grab a drink. The minute I opened the door, I immediately regretted it, the smell was overwhelming. I noticed the milk container lying on its side. When I reached for it, I realized the container was bloated, and couldn’t even stand upright. What had started as a container of whole milk had turned into curds & whey, and Little Miss Muffet was no where to be found!

RIP Frigidaire

I quickly cleared out the entire refrigerator and transferred my Orencia injections into a cooler with ice. I have no way of knowing how long they went without refrigeration. My anxiety grew as I called the pharmacy asking what to do. They told me they could send me replacements, but I would need to cover the cost upfront and wait to see if my insurance would reimburse me. Considering each shot costs $1,436, and I would need three replaced, that amounted to $4308. They were so cavalier about the situation. I got the impression they truly believed I had that kind of money just lying around. But let me refocus and get back to the rest of my chaotic “Thursday”!

Following that, the power suddenly went out and my attempts to reset it were not successful. I was beyond frustrated and I shifted my attention to tending to the animals instead. However, while collecting eggs, several chickens managed to escape their enclosure. Despite corralling most of them, their was one little devil that evaded me. As I approached it with the hope of sending it running back to the enclosure, I slipped and fell hard. I was able to catch myself with my outstretched hand, I felt pain immediately. I found myself in the duck pond, which is basically a mud bog, this time of year.

By this time I contemplated remaining there for the rest of the day. Eventually I managed to extract myself from the mud and hobbled back to the house with my cane. I wanted to get inside and quickly ice my hand and wrist. Then I had another moment of complete exasperation when I remembered the power is still out and I can’t even shower. So there I sat in self pity city, hurting & covered in mud for a good half-hour, until my phone rang and interrupted my pity party for one.

The call was from the social worker where my mom resides, they needed me come in to address some matters. I felt paralyzed. I was covered in mud, and feeling overwhelmed and doubting myself. I do not like these feelings and it flipped a switch in my brain. Just do it. With renewed badassery, I dragged my ass back outside. It took all the tenacity I could muster, but I managed to reset the power and get that mother clucking chicken back to the safety of it’s pen.

I did it.

I went back inside and reassured myself, “you do not have to rush to Mom’s. She’s safe and you can go tomorrow. Treat yourself to a hot shower and some ice cream! Just as I headed for the shower another call came in and I realized it was “Wednesday” not “Thursday”. All of the effort I had put in to my work that morning was wasted time. I had done the wrong days work. I would have to backtrack and edit everything.

Before doing anything else, I shower and ice my injury. My shower re-energized me and the swelling in my hand improved after icing. I was feeling better and no longer worried about a potential trip to the ER. Since realizing it’s “Wednesday” and not “Thursday”, and that I didn’t have an interview in a few hours, I made the decision to go to moms after all, and address her needs.

Upon returning home from moms I felt quite accomplished, but exhausted. I video chatted with some long distance friends and allowed myself to unwind. As time passed, the pain in my wrist and hand became increasingly unbearable. I knew I needed to get it evaluated. Yet, my stubbornness led me to wait until the next morning. What a long agonizing night.

Urgent Care

The next morning, which indeed was the actual “Thursday”, I went straight to urgent care. Diagnosis: fractured and they discovered two previously healed fractures. Now I wait for Ortho referral. They marveled at the pain threshold required to endure two broken bones, without even realizing they were broken! Sadly, most spoonies dealing with painful chronic illnesses unfortunately understand. I carried on with my scheduled interview that evening and then relaxed the rest of my “Thursday”. Looking forward to a fresh start “Friday”!

Now I wait for ortho referral

FAILURE IS ALWAYS AN OPTION!

One of the things that the human race is scared of the most in their time on the planet is failure. This is a wholly justified feeling, as failure in certain things can feel absolutely devastating in our lives, especially if we’ve poured our blood, sweat and tears into something, only to find it in pieces on the ground when the day is done.

Failure is always a large and looming monster, especially if you are like myself and are of a creative persuasion. Failure in music, writing, poetry, painting, etc always seems to loom three steps behind us at all times. But as scary as those long shadows may be, many times we find our worries and fears about failure were transient. But still, the shadow follows us.

But five of the best words we could hear as people are: Failure is always an option.

Failure.

Is.

ALWAYS.

An.

Option.

I firmly believe that, while failure is a scary prospect in our lives, the presence of it is actually a good thing for us, as creatives and just as everyday people. And when I say this, I am NOT saying to root your expectations for a project or a relationship or a move or ANYTHING in failure, but rather to use the specter of failure to your advantage. Everyone who’s anyone has failed in their respective field many times, but in many cases, they did not become myopic after these. The failures they experienced instead only poured kerosene on the fire lit beneath them, and pushed them to grow, get better and move past what they had negatively experienced.

While I cannot speak for everyone and how they perceive failure in their own lives, I am of the belief that, when we completely remove the chance of failure in anything that we do, our work or craft will suffer. If we take a mental high-ground in our work and remove the option of failure and do nothing to keep the fire lit beneath us, we will become prone to indolence in our field, and any new ideas will be poisoned by the lack of failure. We will become creative sybarites, content to sit on our dead centers and become fat and lazy off of pleasure. Instead of neutering the chance of failure in our lives, we can instead leverage this idea of failure for our betterment, and to get a better head-start on any new project or idea we have.

As creatives and just as people in general, our lives are a constant and ever-evolving series of stratagems and gameplans for when those failures or setbacks manifest. Success and purpose equals pleasure in anything we do, and to wave the white flag of surrender and toss in the towel is tantamount to creative suicide, and starving ourselves of what every fiber of our being really desires. We must learn how to balance our reactions to failures and successes equally, so one reaction doesn’t get overtaken by the other, and sets us down a potentially dark path. While it’s human nature to mourn some on the loss of an opportunity, we must remember: For every door that closes, another will open. We must keep this mindset by our sides, if we are to continue to grow, change and evolve into the person we want to be!

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, talk about a time where you leveraged failure into something that ultimately benefitted you or got you ahead in a facet of your life!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

AM I HEALING, OR AM I DISTRACTED?

Every single one of us has had rough times, moments or events in our lives that we don’t like to talk about too very often. It can be highly uncomfortable to face those prior markers, but sometimes, we cannot avoid them. In some cases, we do what we can to avoid them, but we often find ourselves repressing those things, pushing them deep down in our minds, souls and psyches. This causes them to build up over time, and if we are not careful, the consequences can be devastating in our lives, and it will leave us having to pick up the pieces at a most inopportune time.

Which begs the question: “Am I healing, or am I distracted?”

Pushing trauma, discord, disaster, dissent, etc down in our lives only pressurizes it, and sets the stage for it to explode from beneath us at a later point. And keeping ANYTHING inside of us is akin to trying to contain a lava flow. Any feeling, any emotion, anything we may need to say to someone, any problem or block in our lives that we need to face, we must be properly prepared to meet them all head-on. If we keep them locked inside, it will make like acid and eat us from the inside out at best, and be a ticking time bomb at worst, destined to destroy both ourselves and all those around us in its wake.

Running from what we feel or are experiencing inside is not the way to go, nor will keeping one’s self excessively busy or making one’s mind imbibed with food, alcohol, sex, etc to avoid problems or shut off emotions pay any dividends to any involved party, no matter what we tell ourselves, or the things we may say, do or achieve under those circumstances. Using busy work or excessive pleasure to avoid that openness is just as toxic and damaging to one’s self as bottling it up and doing nothing on the matter.

It can sometimes feel like a game of “pick your poison”. But what if I told you that you don’t have to pick a poison?

What if I told you there is a medicine to cure these ills?

What if I told you there are three of those medicines?!



Openness and honesty and communication is tantamount to air, water and blood in importance in our lives, and the more we open up about what we are going through, the more we can either kick the dirt of what’s burying us off and climb out of the hole that we found ourselves in, or sprout roots & grow from that dirt and make a whole new, beautiful, flowering life for ourselves in the wake of it all. And the choice can only come from a sincere place inside us; it cannot come from a bottle or a pill or a magazine or the mouth of another person, it has to come sincere from within ourselves. We have to want it bad enough!

Whatever you, the reader may be facing at this time, I sincerely hope you choose the path of openness and honesty and communication, no matter how hard it may be for you to do so. I know a lot of us struggle at times with opening up about our lives and what we’re going through and asking for help, and I completely understand why, but bottling up those feelings, emotions and words can only be a poison and not a medicine. I hope you choose the path of healing, openness and bravery to walk, and I hope to see you at the end of that path!



Thank you so much for taking some time to read this blog, and in the comments, detail something you’re afraid of facing in your own life, and what you might enact to help yourself overcome that fear, and get back on even ground in your life!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless

-Jon

LEARNING TO WALK AWAY

Like so many, I am prone to stick by the side certain people or things. No matter what may transpire, I almost always come to a resolution with the people or group. While this is vital in maintaining healthy friendships and relationships, there comes a point sometimes where, despite your best efforts, these people or groups will not change. They will remain stuck in their ways, for better or for worse. It sometimes feels like you are screaming at a brick wall. And it also feels at times like, if you took action, it would be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, or the thread that unravels the entire quilt. But three things I had to realize to get out of this cycle is:

1) I am not responsible for decisions certain people make.

2) I am not responsible for what certain people may believe.

3) I cannot offer change and new ideas to people if they are not willing to change.

In the very recent past, I had a jolting realization and revelation in my life: I need to walk away from some people. My love for them will never change, regardless of the decisions they make or what they believe, how set in their ways they are, or if their visions, dreams, goals, etc were different than mine. I can still love them, but from afar. While my cries for them to change may have fallen on deaf ears, it’s their decision to make to remain entrenched in their ways, not mine. Instead of draining my resources on them, I’ll simply let them be. If their visions, goals, ideations and whatnot don’t mesh with mine, it’s not my responsibility to change them. I might be the bad guy at day’s end by walking away, but I’m not going to be the downfall or part of it. The best I can do is let the wild horses run, and hope time or karma take their course, and that they will make or let those people see the light.

It’s a commonality in all humans to want the best for those they love and care about. But at some point, you find yourself losing your own way. You find yourself becoming ever drained by constantly trying to nudge someone into a new way of thinking or doing, and while your intentions are good, it will just leave you with a wagonload of heartbreak and disappointment. The best you can do is be there for them, but at an increased distance, and to love them from said distance while they do or think whatever. All you can do is just hope and pray that a new sunrise finds their life, and that they see the right and proper light that guides them toward better in it.

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, talk about a situation you are in or have been in that fits this post, and what you did to get through it.

As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,

-Jon

LOOK TO THE ENDGAME

I do not cower to opposing views. I am not afraid of challenging my thoughts on different matters. What concerns me is the possibility of becoming close-minded and living in an echo chamber surrounded only by people who agree with me. It would be a stagnant and ignorant existence. Not conducive to personal growth or learning. It is crucial to surround myself with different people and ideas, even if it’s uncomfortable. Engaging people with opposing views can broaden my perspective and deepen my understanding.

You’re under no obligation to like everyone, forgive anyone, or tolerate hatred. Listening to opposing views is evidence of my desire for actual change on the topic. Finding common ground is essential for real, long-term change. As human beings, we all have thoughts and ideas shaped by our experiences and history. By listening, we can learn what’s in a person’s heart and get to why a person holds a particular view. Even if we cannot agree with their views, we can try to understand and see how they arrived at this opinion. Only then can we find a way to meet them where they are and attempt to make them understand our perspective. Or perhaps, we will discover that we are now unsure about our views and that it’s us who need to grow and change.

Don’t be afraid to challenge your views. The real weakness lies in being unwilling to listen. Every generation grows old and the young will challenge their views in the name of progress. Don’t get left behind because of pride. When you have a conversation with someone who has opposing views, listen, be patient, and be kind. No one has ever been insulted into an agreement. We can use what we learned to be the root of their views and take steps to change their perspective or, at the very least, find common ground to move forward on.

It is important to educate ourselves to understand why people believe what they do. The ultimate goal is to come together and solve problems. We often find that our end goal has some semblance of common ground if we listen. We can either dismiss hateful views and tell them to shove them up their ass, or we can make an effort to understand the reasons behind them and stop it at the cause.

I am not saying, we should tolerate hatred. I’m suggesting the solution isn’t to hate back. Rather, to put an end to it, we need to comprehend it. Once we grasp the reasons behind it, we can make a plan to educate others and work towards a solution. Resolving significant issues takes time, support, and education. Real change comes in the seeds we sow for the next generation. The truth is we may be banging our heads against a wall, with some people. But our efforts can impact future generations, and maybe they’ll embrace love over hate.

Love Not Hate

When it comes to dealing with hatred, our focus is often on the victim. We tell them to toughen up, ignore the negativity, and build self-esteem. This puts the responsibility on the victims to adapt and fit in better. Why not redirect our energy toward understanding what creates the hate? With this knowledge, we could create change at the roots & prevent it from happening. It seems more compassionate to support the victims and put those who hate, to work on becoming better people.

This is my chosen approach and I apply this to any issue where there are strong opposing views. I focus on the problem, get to the root, and hopefully find a solution. All while supporting the victims and growing, changing, and educating myself as well. Every one of us can play a part in making the world a better place if we would only listen. Look to the end game.

MYTHS, SAYINGS AND IDEAS

As we go along in the span of our lives, there are many things we are told and many things we have seared into our minds, whether it be from someone looking to try and help us, or someone just looking to pass along a little advice. Many times, these things serve us in good stead. But some of these advices turn out to be nothing more than temporary band-aids for the troubles we face at best, and bogus myths don’t amount to a hill of beans in our lives at worst. Today, we will take a look at some of those things we are told that may work short-term, but are not compatible with us in the long journey of our growth, change, healing and forward movement.

On the idea of “Fake it ’til you make it”

This is what we will touch on first. Six little words have never had such a tempting lilt to so many. It’s easy to take up this credo to a situation we are facing in our lives that is difficult, or might take a lot of time. But it’s a dangerous trap to fall into, if we’re not careful. Those six words have ruined more good lives than alcohol or hard drugs ever could. Sometimes, we say this to ourselves as a sort of safety blanket in the midst of a hard situation, or we could even go as far as use it as a reason not to do something or face a problem that is brewing in our lives. We can get fat and lazy off of those six words, if we don’t watch our step. We can even let those six words wrap their vines around our dreams and visions and goals and choke them off completely, until they wither away and die.

And I know what some people might say: “But isn’t manifestation tantamount to faking it?” I can speak for no one else but myself, but in my way of seeing it, manifestation is equal parts heart, mind and soul. There is nothing wrong with wishing for things, but there is something wrong with not doing the work to get those things, or reach those goals, or live out those dreams. Your dreams, wants & desires will not be realized without a bit of elbow grease.

The best course of action is not to fake it, but rather to roll up our sleeves and face whatever we need to face in our lives head-on. Whether it be breaking off a potentially toxic friendship or relationship, or quitting a job and opening the door for a new career, or moving to a new town or city entirely, or picking a college or university to further ourselves, whatever the scenario may be. Instead of telling ourselves “fake it ’til you make it,” we can tell ourselves, “learn it ’til you earn it,” or, “practice ’til it’s powerful.” You might be able to talk or bullshit your way through a situation temporarily, but fixes for those situations do not come until the work is done, no matter how difficult it may be, and no matter how long it may take.

You cannot fake the work that needs to be done, or the desire to rise above your current situation. You have to want it bad enough. And faking it is NOT the way to go. The “fake it ’til you make it” mindset may work for a short time on things in the near-term, but becoming entrenched in it will only cause mental harm, and will only fuel imposter syndrome inside you.

On fear & hesitation

A quote on hesitation by the great motivational author, writer & coach David J. Schwartz goes as follows:

“Hesitation only enlarges & magnifies the fear. Take action promptly. Be decisive.”

It’s human nature to have fear or reservations about things that transpire in our lives, but we must not let it dictate our every move down to the letter. If we are not careful, we will let fear and hesitation and reservation steal some of the best times of our lives away from us, to say nothing of the opportunities that it may cost us. Humans are afraid of change. We are creatures of habit, and also of repetition. Once we sink our teeth into an idea or belief or routine or whatnot, it will take forever and a free t-shirt and matching cup of coffee to get us to turn loose of it. Being the big fish in a small pond has its perks, but it simply is not sustainable in the long run. There is more to life than what we see in our every day lives, and the myopia that ensues from this mindset will be a major detriment to us if we continue to linger in it.

Apart from this, we must learn also to take calculated chances and risks in our lives more often. Many times, we find ourselves chest-deep in a wanting or yearning pang over someone or something we desire, but we get cold feet and back out of it before we can act on it. It’s important to take those risks and chances when they come, while also being keenly aware that, if we don’t put at least some preparation into it, it runs the risk of backfiring, and we will touch on this a bit more in the next segment of this blog. But if we are patient, we will soon have all that we have ever wanted!

Hesitation and fear are powerful animals, but we are more powerful fighters against these! We get cozy in the normalcy and sameness of the situations we experience every day, but to grow and change into our better and best selves, we must the page and write some new chapters. History has never favored those who have sat still in life; the ones who got up and rocked the boat and raised their voice and led armies and battalions and marches are the ones who have statues raised and stories written about them!

The war against complacency and sameness and small thinking is not won in a day; it can be a lifelong process for some of us. The battlefield of our minds can be a very bloody and treacherous place at times. We must always be alert for whatever our minds pitch at us when we propose changes, ranging from spears to missiles. But with hard work and a willingness & burning desire to want to be better, we can come out victorious, and reap the rewards of the changes, no matter how spooky they may seem to us!

On being prepared

Many times in life, we see an opportunity arise and we say to ourselves, “God, if only I were more prepared, I’d do it!” Well, what’s stopping you from making the preparations for when it comes along again, if it does so? As mentioned above, taking bold risks and chances can pay huge dividends, but only if we first season them with calculated preparedness. Flying by the seat of your pants may work in some short-term situations, but we must have a proper course of action and path forward if we are to someday get what we want and deserve in our lives.

Think of it as trying to find your way out of the forest: Sure, you can chop and hack your way through the limbs, branches, weeds and bushes and come out in a clearing somewhere, but would you rather wing it and hope it works, or would you rather have a map showing you the easiest and best way out of the forest?

I know this can be a touchy subject, as many have grown up having known only how to wing it, or only how to fight for what they have, but there is another way to get what you rightly deserve in this life. You did the best you could until you knew better. Now that you know better, it’s time to do better! No longer do you have to fight for what you want; you wield all the tools and resources necessary to get anything you want, even if you don’t yet realize this fact. You have fought long enough and hard enough; it’s time you had a smoother and easier ride into tomorrow, and toward what you want in this life!

I believe too that it is better to be over-prepared for a situation than to be under-prepared and left with egg on your face when/if the situation does arise. I know that some situations will blindside us, but if we look back on all that we have accrued in terms of wisdom and preparation, we will see the path through the situation open for us, more times than not. All that we have been through has prepared us for those times when the bottom may drop out. It could be one hour in the span of a life, it could be a great many months or even years. But when those situations find us, look back on how you managed and overcame. You have survived 100% of your worst days so far; read over the notes you took in your mind, and use them as much as you see fit. And never EVER stop observing and taking notes; this is how we continue to grow, and how we continually rise above those dark situations!

We may be blessed in our lives and have preparations for things that ultimately never come to be, but we will at least have that knowledge, and we can take some of it and apply it to other situations that may rise within our lives! Always, always stay prepared ❤

I hope this blog post finds you well, and in the comments, tell me a little bit about your feelings on these subjects, and what you do to keep growing, evolving and being the best version of yourself that you can be!

As always, take care, much love and may God richly bless,

-Jon

DEAR MOM

February 18. The day will never not send a chill up my spine, when I think of what happened on this day, 19 years ago. I have told the story of what happened that day in blogs prior, so I will spare it from being repeated, but there are some things on days like this that qualify for repetition. And so, I will repeat a letter that I included in one of those past blogs. It is a motherly variation of a letter that Paul Harvey recited on a broadcast nearly 30 years ago, a letter than was originally shared by a fellow named Dr. Jack Schreiber of Canfield, Ohio, on the occasion of Father’s Day. A few years back, I decided to take what Dr. Schreiber had written, and translate it to someone who has lost their mother. Although I do not have children of my own, and though my mother has not been gone as long as what is in this letter, it nevertheless resonates soundly with me, and, if you struggle with the loss of your mother, may you find some comfort in this letter as well. From here onward, I will be quoting.

Dear Mom,

I am writing this to you, even though you have been dead for 30 years. Whether you can read these lines, perhaps you can read my thoughts. But there is still some things I need to say, even if it’s too late.

Now that my own hair is gray, I remember how yours got that way. I was such an ass, mom……..Foolishly believing in my own teenage wisdom, when I know now I would have benefitted most from the calm, right, wholesome wisdom of yours.

Most of all, now that I have children of my own, I want to confess my greatest sin against you: The feeling I had, for which you did not understand. Though when I look back now, I know that you did understand. You understood me better than I did my own self……How patient you were, and how futile your efforts to get close to me, to win my confidence, to be my guardian angel were. I wouldn’t let you. I simply wouldn’t let you. What was it that held me aloof? I’m not sure, but despite my best efforts, my own children had to build the same wall between them and I. And there’s no way I can climb over it or go through it, and what a shame, what a waste.

I wish you were here now, across this table from me. There’d be no wall now. We’d both understand, now. And God, mom, how I do love you, and how I dearly wish I could be your companion again. Well…….maybe that day isn’t far off. I’m guessing you’ll be there, waiting to take me by the hand and lead me up the further slope. I’ll put in the first thousand years or so, making you realize that not one pang of yearning, not one morsel of thought, not one second of worry you spent on me was wasted, it all came back, and it all paid off eventually.

I know that the richest, most precious thing on earth and one of the least understood things is that mighty love and tenderness and that everlasting craving to help that a mother feel toward her little ones. But none of her children can realize this until the roles are reversed. Even now, mom, I’m tired, weak and longing, and would hasten to join up there in the Great Beyond, except for my children…….They’re all fine, sweet, caring and upstanding young ones, all very capable, self-sufficient, highly talented and loving toward all. But, mom, I reckon I’ll stand by a little longer, to help them along, and to watch them shoot for the moon and land among the stars, and to be there for them, if they ever need me. You understand.

Signed,

Your loving child

RIDGES & VALLEYS

As 2022 draws to a close, I catch myself reflecting back on the year that was in this wild ride we call life. And it much resembles my beloved Appalachian Mountains: Lots of ridges, but a whole lot of valleys as well. Creatively, I summited several ridges, and was able to drink in the views from them. I was able to do things this year that most could only dream of doing. I got to interview several people I look up to across many aspects, I got to organize virtual festivals and fundraisers to help out several dear friends, I got to be witness to and have directing abilities over many wonderful, inspirational, eye-opening and moving shows this year. I scored one-third of my all-time front page selections on the poetry site I frequent this year, and furthermore submitted one of my poems for publication in an actual hard-copy book.

Outside of the creative realm, I was able to spend more time with beloved friends this year, including helping one move to this wonderful Tar Heel State. I also got to visit places I had not been to since I was a child, namely Nashville and surrounding environs. I got to attend multiple racing events this year at an array of historic tracks here in North Carolina, including Charlotte Motor Speedway, Hickory Speedway and the famed North Wilkesboro Speedway. I was able to find deeper love, meaning, kindness and care in the friendships I have already cultivated, and was able also to make several new friendships this year, both in my personal life and in my life online. I was also able to find several online communities that catered to the things I love, like auto racing, radio & television history, true crime and more! And not to mention, I finally found a new feline friend in Vidalia!



But also in the span of this 365-page book we called 2022, I fell to the valley floor several times. I let emotions and feelings get in my way on multiple occasions, which led to many worry-filled & sleepless nights this year, as my mind played out wildly unrealistic scenarios and events. I let the “red mist” overcome me on several occasions, and it resulted in me becoming a hassle to work with, and in some cases to be friends with. I found myself unable to take my foot off the throttle and give myself a break & a chance to get my head in a proper place, which resulted in me very nearly ending my life back in August. I lashed out at friends and co-creators when they didn’t deserve it, and when the situation I was mired in was nothing more than my mind feeding me lies and tall tales about those people. Above all, I put my own self on the back burner for the sake of those around me in my life. I thought I could be the knight in shining armor, rushing in at the last instant to protect them from themselves, when all I was doing was tripping over my feet and faceplanting into the mud.

But after every valley floor comes another ridge to climb. I started therapy in November of this year, and I am very much looking forward to scaling this ridge in front of me, and to take in the sweet, unobstructed view from high atop it. It’s going to be a hell of a mountain to climb, but now being equipped with the right tools for such a task, I feel I can fly to the top of it, or better still, take that mountain and move it outright! With the help of great friends, a wonderful therapist, and readers like you, I can do no wrong in this ever-evolving journey ahead! Not every part of this leg of the journey will be easy, but I feel a lot more confident about than I did a year ago, a month ago, even just one minute ago! And I hope you all will stick with me on this journey ❤

I hope this blog finds you well, and in the comments, mention some of the ridges and valley you have experienced in the year 2022!

As always, take care, much love, and may God richly bless,

-Jon