So I’ve been bitching about my job and how much I hate it for the past couple of posts.
And the fact is, I put it out there because that’s where I was at when I wrote it. But there’s a few things to understand.
First, I am not here to put up a false front of who I am in the world. Yes, I learned to be successful with women and have had lots of success in that area of my life. But to project the idea that I’m happy all the time or that I love every moment of my life would be a total lie. For this to be a journal, it needs to be raw and honest, not manicured and self-aggrandizing.
Second, I think it’s OK to vent, but I have always believed that no complaint should be made without a course of action. If it’s annoying enough to complain about, it’s annoying enough to handle… NOW.
So this past week I called on the friends that I’m closest to with the hopes that somebody would impart some wisdom or inspiration on me and it would help me get myself out of this spot.
Some of my friends were really supportive, told me they hated seeing me so down. Some had some recommendations: get back into meditation (I should), read Eckhart Tolle’s Power of Now (which I have started reading), stop being so hard on myself (they’re right).
On Wednesday, my buddy said to come out and meet him. He explained that he meets weekly with a group of guys that get together and get whatever they need off their chest so that they’re solid and don’t burden other areas of their life with their shit.
“So what, like a support group for men,” I asked. “Not exactly, more ballsy than that,” he responded in a very matter-of-fact tone.
Now this is a guy that I trust a lot so I told him I would join him.
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