Your younger self thinks breath work is BS.
They don’t give a monkeys about journaling.
They just want to open a pack of Pokémon cards and pull a shiny charizard.
Tempted by the past.
Not too long ago, I was swimming with sharks in the ocean and waking up to a beach in the Caribbean every morning.
To put that into food terms, right now it feels like I’m on a diet of cold, bland porridge after eating wagyu steak every day.
It’s something I have to address quite often. Peter pan wants to get back on the road.
He wants the excitement and fun that comes with riding the wave of freedom in a wetsuit and fins.
So right now, when every day feels like the same episode of the series, where consistency tastes like glass…
An old coping mechanism came knocking.
Video games.
Back in the day I’d spend hours collecting loot, completing quests and building up my character on the screen.
I’m not ashamed to say – I was fully addicted.
Gaming gives you:
linear progression.
certainty.
rewards the same day you stop grinding.
a reset to go back to your save point.
Real life is not like that.
Especially not solopreneurship. I.e. running a business alone.
I felt my younger self screaming at me: "Screw this. I want to have fun."
And the easiest way he knew how was dopamine fuelled escapism on a screen.
Before, I’d shoot that request down before it got off the ground. But now, I opted for a different approach. Something more, balanced.
So I thought ok, I'll let the kid drive. Why not.
Sometimes, you don’t want to write in the journal, walk in the park or talk it out.
Sometimes, you just want to binge.
So I binged.
I downloaded Pokémon pocket and played the hell out of it.
Only to realise: this is not what I want.
What used to pull me into an idyllic state of bliss, now just made me empty.
I knew deep down, this wasn’t it.
Despite the fact little Peter wanted to play avoidance, I knew better. I’ve been down that road before, many times, and I know where it leads…
Right back to where you took the turning.
What’s the deal here?
Sometimes, you just gotta put in the reps. It’s boring. It’s slow growth. It might even seem hopeless. Why am I doing this? Every day? For what?
For everyone out there searching for the answer to why nothing fills their cup…
Here’s a clue: it’s not outside you.
I want to do this for a living – use this place as a tool to build trust. As a shop window, if you like. By reading and listening, you browse. When you are ready to seek guidance, we talk.
You want real confidence.
But confidence is not the goal, it’s the byproduct. It’s inevitable when you do the real work. Spending time with your self without running away when it gets tough.
And there is an element of that here. My part, Peter Pan, is a cantankerous little bugger. So I give him a seat at the table, and sometimes, let him drive.
But I can only do that, because I trust myself.
So – To play or not to play? Ultimately, there is no right or wrong here.
It’s a matter of brining consciousness to your choices and acting in accordance with what you truly believe is right. Set your compass, and follow it.
When you unite your parts, it’s simple.
It’s no longer a cackle of hyenas in your head, but a pride of lions.
Ask yourself: Are you leading your life or is your life leading you?
Pulling it all together.
After having spent some time at the arcade letting Peter run wild, it’s time to go home.
To get back to work.
That is the real message here, it’s not about running a sweatshop for your parts.
Trust me, your younger self thinks journalling is no different to writing lines in detention. They think that yoga and meditation are for hippies and they don’t give a toss about wandering around in nature.
They want to play the damn video game.
So what are you going to do with that?
Punish them?
That won't work. Then they will become more unruly. You are heading for a crash there.
Ignore them?
Ok, then they are going to scream louder and louder until you are forced to react.
Listen to them?
Yes, because they are you, communicating a deep need that you are not meeting right now.
My deep need was not to play video games.
It was to bring some fun into my life. To play without consequence. To remind myself that it’s ok to let the kid drive every now and then.
The key is letting them drive, under your watchful gaze. Don’t give them the wheel and then nod off. That's a recipe for disaster. Just show them that you trust them.
At it’s core, that’s what self-trust and confidence really is.
It’s you trusting and knowing yourself.
It’s you having the belief that you will make it through the storm.
Something as simple as video games is perfect for this.
Because if you can't trust yourself in the rain, what chance have you got in the storm?
But hold up.
I’ve got some good news for you, this is where you learn how to sail your ship.
This is where you start self-journeying and stop second-guessing.
At your side, always.
–ONM
Real confidence isn’t performance. Its presence.
No more second-guessing.
No more waiting to be ready.
No more asking for permission.
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I see you.
You read, listened and reflected.
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