I’m In Need of Some Comfort, And (Probably) You Too
As an entrepreneur living in a foreign country, comfort has been scarce in my life. Yet, lately, I feel I’m in need of some comfort just to deal with the day.
From early on in his life, Juan knew he was destined for greatness —and then proceeded to waste his time watching YouTube. A talented tech/random fact expert who refuses to let fear get in the way of his self-development. You can count on Juan to show up as a natural-born leader, funny man, and loving friend.
As an entrepreneur living in a foreign country, comfort has been scarce in my life. Yet, lately, I feel I’m in need of some comfort just to deal with the day.
When was the last time you faced a setback? How did you deal with it? Can we learn anything from setbacks? Well, I have.
Life is a fickle thing. It’s capricious and unpredictable by nature, and it can sometimes go away without giving the slightest warning. When this happens, it can feel like a gut punch that robs you of the precious breath and tranquillity that sustains your life, throwing you into a spiral of confusion and suffering, making you a prisoner of your sorrow.
This week, we want to talk about living a life waiting for the next milestone instead of experiencing the beauty of the present is a prison of our own making.
This week, we want to talk about having healthy alone time and making amends with the quorum of our minds.
This week, we want to talk about showing up, roller coasters, and why I needed to remind myself I am having a human experience.
This week, we want to talk about how we carry ourselves, what it might be communicating about us, and why you should consider carrying yourself with care.
This week I want to share another short piece with you. It is a little reflection that I wrote recently about my struggles with moving on and the remnants that haunt me. I think it might resonate with some of you struggling with loss, change, and moving on. I hope you enjoy it.
This week, we want to talk about loss, control, and why our desire for safety is probably robbing us from experiencing joy in the present.