This week was riddled with moments when I needed remember how to calm the fuck down.
Apparently it was this way for several people – some of whom received eleven dated #ThoughtRevolution newsletters I – oopsie! – re-sent to some of my database Saturday, possibly you, in error.
Some people really hated this blight to their inboxes, apparently, as you’ll learn in the video above.
But also, please note in the video how pretty calmed the f*ck down I was.
That’s because, earlier in the week, I remembered the secret on how to calm the fuck down.
Read the mid-summer’s story, Smart Guys, below, originally published on Instagram, and learn how you, too, can calm the eff.
SMART GUYS – July 17, 2018
You are looking at one smart guy – upside down.
Because when he looked around today and all he saw and received for the most part were a bunch of buggers continuing to play small, he thanked each of them for helping him grow, grow enough to know that it was the story of those NON-buggers also present (though seemingly few and far between!) that he should really tell the story of, instead. Theirs were the stories of the day that ought to be celebrated and focused upon – like the superstar giving strong advice and making powerful introductions; the awesome soul, the other smart guy, whose elbow is vaguely showing in the pic above whom we’ll call Mr. Understands; the helpful bud who sent THE BEST GIF DU JOUR; the strangers in La-La-Land emailing intrigue; the TV pitch that is seeing a lot of love.
This smart guy, upside down? He knows where to focus. On that which he wants more of.
After this rampage of appreciation, Smart Guy said to the Universe: “Now, Mama, take the rest of this holy fucking mess and fix it. You know more than I do what I want; my powerful desires. And I know that I’m the only thing in the way right now, with my charming but not-at-all-useful need to control all things. I leave you now to conspire in my favour.”
As he was saying that, Smart Guy was pouring four bottles of cold Steam Whistle Pilsner into two icy Bubba mugs, and he and Mr. Understands, who had been watching quietly, understandingly, went out and sat a while in the delicious July sun, listening to beach house lounge.
In that now moment – which was the only thing that was real – Smart Guy and Mr. Understands knew there was no better place to be.
Smart Guy loves the sun, and he squinted at it and watched the clouds. His late dad and his gran eventually appeared together in the sky of his mind’s eye. He felt their love. So hard: Gran and Dad were cheering him on, really cheering, projecting infinite well-being from themselves; Smart Guy could literally feel his own vibration raise. He laughed because then Gran and Dad were dancing to Kylie Minogue, doing that swoosh-swoosh hand gesture she does in “Get Outta My Way.” Their doing was at once an affirmation and a clue.
Get out of my way. Smart Guy had gotten out of his own way, so too had Mr. Understands (he’s actually very excellent at this.)
They both knew that at whatever point you recognize that momentum feels like it’s against you: step away from it.
Smart Guy turned to Mr. Understands, squinting, and said, “You know that we’re the two smartest guys in the city. If not beyond.”
Beyond? Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. But for sure, those two, that day, were the smartest guys who were upside down. Calmed the f*ck down, upside down.
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