On hard starts

It’s never easy to get started.  That’s because going from zero to one requires a start, a spark. It’s harder to start a spark than continue a fire, but as long as we can start the spark then we can burn the world. Another thing that gets in the way: too much magnesium, too much fuel, not enough striking. We convince ourselves that we need more, more, more. We don’t need more. We need to strike. 

Half monkey-mind, half afraid of the truth. The solution to both is to sit down, shut up, and let it all unfold. 

We find that the whole thing was a fools errand anyway. Starting should be no harder than seeing.

If you’re having a hard time starting, then take ten steps back, and ask yourself the basic questions.

  • What do I want?
  • Who am I?
  • Why am I here?
  • What’s the point?

I have my answers, and it has made all the difference. I am free to do whatever I want, because I know what I want. Action is as easy as seeing.


The fan overhead, lowest setting. The natural wood walls. The open dirty windows. Crisp morning, central Oregon.

Hundreds of families were here before us, thousands after.

We acknowledge the universe, a sincere bow in how we spend our days together.

Nothing to strive for, everything complete, except the exploring.

No walking allowed.

A big problem: You’re not pushing the boundaries of what you could do. That doesn’t mean clawing your way to the top, it means exploring for the sake of exploring. “Why does the batter run to first? Because he must.” It’s the game. It’s the nature of things to evolve, so evolve. It requires something you might not be giving, though.  

We all have an idea of ourselves in our mind. We all have an idea in our head of who we will be, 100 miles away. We inch forward. 

Stop fuckin around, get in the car, and drive. 

There’s something more to you, and the world needs it.