The Northern 📍

  At What Point Do You Switch?      Seriously. At what point, do you say “Fuck It”, and throw everything in to the wind? At what point, do you say “This ain’t it, Chief”, and blow everything up like a popsicle stand?      Whenever that is, I seem to have found that point. I seem to have found the reality where things are just flat-out not working. No matter what I say or do, the process will not move forward. It’s like being caught in a whirlwind, constantly spinning around over and over again.      At first, riding the wave seemed like fun. Callabunga my dudes, two fingers up and yolo! Life is good. But now, as we enter month 4 of this never-ending shitshow, I’ve began recalculate a lot of what I hold true.        I still believe that being able to achieve your goals requires you to be both flexible, yet stubborn. Flexible, on how you accomplish them. Stubborn, on accomplishing them in general. The idea of Yin and Ya...

  I need a vacation.      Serious. Somewhere warm. This winter thing isn’t my vibe anymore. I’m tired of it.      Every single day, waking up to the ice and snow. Negative degrees celsius outdoors, just waiting to attack you. Everyday, wrapping up my face with cloth to keep myself from freezing. Why on Earth did my ancestors choose here to live?      I often wonder about that, when thinking about the past. Before things became solid, and borders were a thing, why would anybody choose to live in the north? Throughout history, people who lived in the ice and snow have had harder lives than those who lived in the south. Southern land, surrounded by water and warmth. The sun, beaming down upon you every day. Warm temperatures, giving you a sense of belonging and happiness within. Just being outside in the sun can do wonders for you mental and physical health. Instead? Here I am, layered up in the depths of winter, pretending like life is fun...

  It is Wednesday, my dudes.      Hump-day celebrations are in order. What’s on the menu? A solid serving of the same-old, same-old. The grind never stops. The strong never waiver. The marathon continues- whether you’re ready or not.      What is Wednesday, anyways? I mean obviously it’s the name we use for the day in the middle of the work week- but what is it, really? Well, much like every other name for the days of the week, it pays homage to pagan roots in mythology. An entire day, completely dedicated to some god (tiny g) which we do not even realize we are worshiping. First off, worshipping is a pretty big no-no according to most religious texts. Outside of the one true Creator, whatever his name may be, false idols and worship are considered a crime. Yet here we are, celebrating an entire 24 hours, every single week, to some foreign pagan god that we don’t even know about. What’s up with that?      In French, Wednesday is translat...