Tension is where the life is.
Piles of people are dealing with anxiety these days and there are piles of different types of therapy… but what’s the magical potion to being fixed? It seems that being heard and being seen (like, REALLY being seen) can actually change your life. It did for me.
Thanks to my guest and insanely amazing friend Lance Barkman for joining me and sharing his wisdom.
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A “Song & Rants” about what “sucking the lemon” means… along with why plants suck and the beautiful thing about painful situations.
Nobody (at least, anybody I know) actually ENJOYS pain. I mean, who actually LIKES walking through painful stuff… taking the high road, facing the hard stuff. What’s beautiful about facing the hard stuff (sucking the lemon) is how good it feels afterwards. How rewarding it is to know that you asked and answered the questions that were SOOOOOO hard to ask. And yes, sometimes you need some help. Some support. Some coaching. Some counselling. Some friends. That’s the reality. What I’d like to encourage you (and myself) with today is to suck the lemon. To face the hard questions. To NOT run. To NOT look for that escape. To embrace what you need to face. You can do it. You will do it. You will be OK.
Sometimes you’ve just gotta send it.
My dad used to always say “Trying is lying”.. and then he’d grab a pen or something that was close by and say “TRY to pick this up… you don’t TRY to pick it up, you do it”.
I found this old clip I took a few years ago of some guy I met at a festival… he absolutely did a full send off of this rope swing with no pre-checking the water… and unfortunately got a little wrapped up in the rope. Luckily it wasn’t fatal (which is why I can post this with no guilt) but he did find out that the water was only a few feet deep so luckily he landed on his back!
Enjoy… and, don’t forget to try that thing you’ve been too chicken to try. You may end up with a little bruise but it’ll probably make for some great footage.
I’ve struggled (and I’ve heard a lot of single people struggle) with this concept of finding “the one”.
Is there one?
How do you know you’ve found “your person”?
Is it a feeling?
Is it a choice?
Is it a person who checks all the boxes?
*Disclaimer – I TOTALLY botched the quote by Frank Schaeffer which should have been:
“Heaven is to be able to see yourself as you really wish to be seen.” (sorry Frank).
The song was recorded in “MOBY” – a 1966 Avion trailer (and now available for rent!)
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A little rant & tune with Savannah Taylor & Nico Boesten talking about bombs, umbrellas, and how to deal with old triggers / patterns / beliefs. Then, a virtual duet singing the cover “Rainbow” by Kacey Musgraves on a lake off the grid on some lake an hour outside of Kelowna, BC.
Filmed by Jan Vozenilek on an iPhone.
A little song & rant about love, boundaries, smashing cats, when to pull the pin on a relationship, and a cover song “Thinking ’bout Love” by Wild Rivers (performed by Nico Boesten) live from “MOBY”, my beloved 1966 Avion 21′ trailer.
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I really like blood. Not in a psycho “I’m going to drink your blood” kind of way, but I really celebrate my scars and battle wounds because it represents trying something new… we’ll get back to this.
When’s the last time you just had to send it off of a cliff but you were tied down by the ol’ “Golden Handcuffs”? You know… the deal where you’ve got a situation / job that’s so good & comfy where there’s no logical reason to leave other than the fact that it’s just time to go.
FUN & USELESS FACT: 2/3 of God’s name is “GO” and sometimes you just need to remember that.
I’ll never forget the time when I was really struggling to make a decision about the next step in my life… and you know when you just need the wise words of your friends? Same.
I had been working with youth for a church in Connecticut for almost 7 years and they treated us like gold but it was time to leave… it was time for something else but it was soooooo bloody comfy (yep, the ol’ “Golden Handcuffs” thing).
My bro, the one we affectionately nicknamed “BRICK”, grabs me by the shoulders, looks me straight in the windows of my soul and says, “TAKE A F**KING RISK”!
He was right.
I needed to hear that. I needed the encouragement to just send it.
I think that’s why I celebrate blood. In the last week I’ve had the privilege of seeing blood drip from different parts of my body including my hand, knee, elbow, upper leg, and abdomen. It makes me feel alive. It reminds me that I took a risk. Blood isn’t the goal, but sometimes it’s an inevitable part of the journey. Yesterday, I tried mountain biking down a steep cliff-like rock face that I had never tried before and went ass-over-tea-kettle over my bars and scraped right down the friggin’ face of this thing like a cheese grater. Pics or it didn’t happen, right? You’re welcome.
So, what are your golden handcuffs… and what would taking a risk look like to you?