With a lofty title like that I’d better deliver! Here it is, short and sweet: passion = energy. Lia and I just came to this realization after coming out of a crazy busy week where I did the unusual: I got up with Isla my fair share of the time and didn’t need a nap partway through the day.
Today was extra odd for me – I only got 6 hours of sleep (I usually need way more than this, like an embarrassing amount, I’m talking 10 hours does wonders for me). No nap, not even time to think about a nap. We were out at the farmers market then hustling to prepare for camping, building fishing spears and going for a paddle on little lake, swimming and back home for more camping prep.
It was a massive day. All things I love to do. No lack of energy.
I’ve had small days, bleak, boring days where I’ve had to drag my ass just to make it to bed at the end of it. Whatever was on tap in my body chemistry for those small, shitty, boring days – it probably resembled the dregs of morning-after beer bottles strewn about after a college party. Cigarette butts and all. Flat and gag-worthy.
Today my brain was juicing rocket fuel. And now that I have made the connection between passion and my day-to-day energy levels, I’m going to be looking for more ways of getting into shit that I can become obsessed with.
I’ll still do all the other work that pays the bills of course. Just not only that stuff.
Splitting wood brings me joy. So much so that I’ve made a video detailing how it has completely replaced my previous workout with an olympic barbell. It’s just one of those things that makes you feel like a beast. It’s probably in our DNA to get satisfaction from splitting wood, and one of those rare things we can do which is super destructive yet legal and socially acceptable.
I’m a huge fan of machete-like pieces of logic which can be used to chop through bullshit. So today I am re-gifting a razor sharp piece of logic which you can use to get choppy on the clumps of poo flying about in your world:
“Never take advice from someone you wouldn’t trade places with.”
– Darren Hardy (Author of The Compound Effect)
I love that line because it’s dead simple. It encourages us to be extremely picky about whose advice we take to heart. Otherwise we’re exposed to potentially shitty advice.
I hadn’t realized this before now, but acting upon advice from a sub-awesome source is like following a map made by an amateur cartographer. We’ve all had exposure to shitty directions. The instructions weren’t clear, or possibly even wrong, and time was wasted. If we did reach the destination, it was a pain in the ass to get there. The journey was way more work than it had to be.
If I’m going somewhere, whether it’s an actual geographical destination or an abstract future milestone in my personal or professional life, I want a great map. I want to act on only excellent directions.
And I want a sharp piece of logic to cut through the bullshit.
Thanks for the Bullshit Machete Darren!