My Clown Weekend

“Okay, who wants to get angry? Come into the center,” says Chris, our clown instructor.

There are about 20 of us in a circle in the small theater. A middle-aged insurance broker named Wendy walks into the center.

She gets into a wide squat stance and starts screaming, “This is your head! Boom! Boom! Boom!” she brings her arms down forcefully from overhead over and over again. “Boom! Boom! Booooooooommmmm! I am crushing your fucking heaaaaaaaaaad!”

After a couple minutes her face is red and she is out of breath, and she leaves the circle. We all applaud, and the next person enters the circle.

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I sold my soul for $100 and a slice of pepperoni pizza

If you saw some of yourself in my story, remember that there are seasons to this shit. You may still be in the germination phase. In sustainable farming practices, there are entire seasons where a “cover crop” is planted – not so that it can be harvested, but purely so it can cover the field, protect the soil from erosion, and then die and replenish the soil for future seasons. Your current stage of life might be a cover crop, with the purpose of returning nutrients to the soil for whatever amazing things will grow next.

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An Ode to Slow Growth

I generally avoid guarantees, but in this case I GUARANTEE that if you find something that really lights you up and you do the work for long enough – not just thinking about the work, talking about the work, or looking for shortcuts to get around the work – SOMETHING will happen. It may not be what you expected, but it will be something. New people, connections, opportunities, and situations will appear. They will reflect the quality of the work you have put in. And then you can celebrate and do more work.

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Dying for an Audience

Oh, how I wish you could have seen Creativius! But first you would have heard the sound of his lute, like a choir of angels singing together in harmony, echoing through the trees. Then you would have seen him coming around the bend, his long hair rippling in the breeze, and he would have laughed and played you exactly the melody you needed to hear in that very moment.

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The Door(s)

I have been thinking a lot about doors lately.

Not the classic rock band The Doors – quick, don’t think about Jim Morrison singing, “C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon now TOUCH me babe!”

You thought about Jim Morrison, didn’t you? Or maybe you don’t know who Jim Morrison is. Don’t google him or the song Touch Me until you’re done reading this, okay?

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