186.86

One hundred eighty six dollars and eighty six cents. That’s how much money is currently residing in my checking account. 

Why?

 I have a bachelors degree from a well respected university. I am living in supposedly the greatest country in the world. I have charisma, intelligence, and no physical ailments. I can read. I can write. I can dream. But I’m lacking. Or feel I am.

I’m not though. I have a beautiful family that loves me. I have dropped 60 pounds. I have aspirations and goals. Yet. 

Laziness is a real foul mouthed gangster. He steals your time, motivation, and riches. He reels you in with promises of rest and relaxation. But it’s a sirens call. A trap. I know it. You know it. We all know it. Then why do our ships keep setting sail in his direction? 

Momentum is an interesting word and an even more unique concept. All it takes is a single step. One action and off it goes gathering steam. Momentum can be an incredibly beautiful tidal wave. Or a devastatingly brutal avalanche. 
We feed off momentum. It’s the lifeblood of success. It all starts with a single action. Laziness with all of his lovely songs and soft pillows is no match for momentum once she gets going. 

One step. One minute. Can change everything. 

FUCK YOU LAZINESS. I’m so over your shit. 

Step one. Do something. Step two. Focus. Step three. Momentum. 

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To whom it may concern,

In the good book it says judge and you will be judged. Condemn and you will be condemned. Forgive and you will be forgiven. 

Then why is it so easy to judge and condemn but so difficult to forgive?

 Have you ever worked in retail? 

I have and I currently still do. For how much longer? Hopefully less than a month. God willing. 

If you’re reading this from a cell phone or tablet. If you see an LTE, 4G, or god forbid 3G signal at the top of your device. I may have helped you. Or someone like me.

I am a drug dealer. A dopamine pusher. An addiction enabler.

If you haven’t arrived at the conclusion that I sell cell phones. Let me confirm. I sell cell phones. Actually I do a lot more than that. In fact I push all kinds of services. Our motto is plus 1. If you come in for a phone you get a tablet. If you’re here for Internet you’re getting T.V. too. 

Here’s the kicker. We all suck. It doesn’t matter what provider you go to. They all have outlandish proration charges, convoluted customer service chains, and all they care about is plus 1. 

Why? How can they get away with it?

Simple. One word. Addiction. 

Did you know, that every time you get a text, notification, or a like on your latest Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter post. Dopamine is released in your system. Dopamine is a powerful little devil. It hooks you and sucks you deeper and deeper. Until you’re screaming, berating, and belittling the sales rep because your screen is broken and you didn’t back your information up. 

In the beginning I wanted to help I wanted to convince you it’s not true. They do care. They have to. The customer is always right. Right? 

Ehh. Not so much. You elected to not get insurance. Sorry you’ll have to go to Corporate for that. We can’t do that here. Imagine this totem pole I am the guy at the bottom. My hands are tied. I wish I had a better answer for you. These phrases I would repeat over and over to customers with terrible attitudes. 

Is it your fault? Is it mine? Is it the system? Who’s to blame? Who can we judge? Who can we condemn? 

Do we gather up our pitchforks? Do we riot? 

Or. 

Can we forgive? Can we recognize that we are all human beings? Is it enough to say I understand and I forgive you for treating me like shit. For cussing me out because your addiction reared its ugly head. Can you forgive me for sending you away? Can you forgive the system for taking advantage of our inherent weaknesses? 

We only get one go on this planet. As far as I know. What do you decide?

Judge? Condemn? Or forgive? 

I forgive you and me. Oh and them too. 

-Sammy 

Mindful Minutes

Have you ever had one of those days when you simply refuse to do the things you know you should? I have lost 60 pounds in 6 months. I am reading books again. I have decluttered my room. I have started writing and investing my time in learning how to become the best version of me. 

Yet, my mind keeps trying to put me in a box. It says you are a step away from being who you used to be. It says look at how you hit the snooze alarm this morning even though you know that it causes sleep inertia. Look at your bank account. You haven’t accomplished anything. 
I say that’s bullshit. I am an overcomer. I am a victor. I have greatness coursing through my blood. I am a spirit of power, joy, and compassion. I exude love and lead men. Beautiful women love me and I love them. I have brilliant ideas. I was created with intense care and consideration. 

Negative thoughts are mental garbage. Let’s empty the trash. What do you say? You in?