When every day is payday 

And we adjust that which we value

We find that the coffers are full 

Or perhaps not 

And we can alter our plan

Change our trajectory 

And thrive

Because if we only check in with our accounts periodically 

And fail to diversify our investments

We wind up stagnant and struggling

Instead of basking in our Universal right to abundance. 


Walk into the grocery store without a plan, a list or what’s worse while extremely hungry and the results could be disastrous. Disastrous indeed and quite scattered and fruitless (forgive the play).

Head to the gym with no semblance of intention or goal in mind and what happens is you wind up chatting with the “talker” and not doing much more than a few unmotivated repetitions on the leg extension machine. 

Launch into your day without a mission by which to measure your progress and find yourself in a contorted ball of stress and discord by the end of the week, your efforts all for naught because you were focused purely upon survival. 
Shop with a list and meal plan, with focus and attention upon securing smart, nutritious and economical options for the coming week. 

Enter the gym with a workout plan in mind and document your progress so as to see results and make real time adjustments. Get in, do the work and get out leaving the others to chat their morning away for $157 per month. 

Sit in silence for a few minutes each morning to settle yourself and decide on an overarching theme for the day. A theme of purpose driven activity with measurable actions which at the end can be evaluated and which add value to the life experience. 
This life is much more enjoyable and fruitful when lived on purpose, with attention and with Loving focus. 

Live in purpose 


Live on accident or chance
The choice is yours. 


If we “Are what we eat”,

Then would it hold true that as a culture we have become bovine like, herded into pens and ushered to slaughter?

Or perhaps we become like the fish in the sea, free to swim here and there as we bask in the loving embrace of the ocean.

Or perhaps we take on the abundant nature of vegetables. Just as a seemingly small harvest can feed hundreds, we too can do so much with very little. 


This life seems less and less like a chess game of strategy and cunning and more like a mindful mountain climb wherein skill and care and chance play a much larger role. 

As the temptation to “know” the right moves grows within, a realization of powerlessness pervades. But not in a negative or fatalistic fashion. More like that of a refreshing release; one of surrender and faith and awareness.

To spend life energy working to anticipate the next “correct” step is to sacrifice the chance of actually embracing the process and trusting in the inherent goodness of the Universe. 

We train. We plan. And we learn our craft but in the moment we must act. We must step into the arena and risk pain and ridicule and failure. We must try our hand and learn from mistakes if ever we expect to achieve some semblance of peace. Some morsel of greatness. 

And greatness is our true destiny. Greatness in life. Greatness in spirit. Greatness in all that we attempt with our hearts open and our minds focused. 

Spread thin across myriad distractions, our focus refracts and loses its inherent powers. Powers which when trained and practice prove to be the ultimate tool and arsenal against mediocrity. 

And therein lies the ultimate challenge:

To brush up against greatness as a half hearted attempt or what’s worse, to watch from afar in a comfortable seat of spectatorship?

Or to step faithfully upon the path ahead, one bit at a time ever learning along the way and adjusting. Adapting. Growing. 

There is no “right” decision.

Of this I am certain.

Only that we forge ahead with heart and focus affixed upon that which truly matters. 

All else is trivial pursuit.