Take Care of Yourself Before Walking Out The Door

Take care of yourself before you walk out the door.

These were her last words as we parted ways.

I have not seen her since.

I have tried to.

I have intentionally tried to walk Kaleb around the same time every morning.

I was hoping to run into her again.

I was hoping to ask her questions.

No luck.

Someone once told me, “People come into your life for a reason, season or a lifetime.”

My encounter with her was one of those.

45-minute walk around the neighborhood with a complete stranger.

45-minute walk around the neighborhood that left a profound impact.

45-minute walk around the neighborhood that added a tool to my toolkit.

The importance of taking care of my mental, physical and spiritual self before walking out the door.

From one stranger to another, “Take care of yourself before you walk out the door.”

Focus on the Present Moment

Don't forget to stop and smell the roses.

I’ve been reminded of this many times.

This morning was no exception.

I sensed it as I made my way out of the door.

My mind was occupied with what I had to do next.

Meetings.

Speaking engagements.

Podcast interviews.

Respond to emails.

I was completely missing what was in front of me.

The present moment.

I was consumed by thoughts of the future.

Events that may or may not occur.

Yesterday, I caught up with an old friend of mine.

He reminded me, “You never know when your last day on earth will be.”

As I made my way through the neighborhood, I was reminded of his words.

I was reminded to slow down and smell the roses.

Life is a series of moments.

Don’t lose sight of the present moment.

The next one is not guaranteed.

Focus on the process, not the destination

I’m not ashamed anymore.

I wish it was as easy as saying the words out loud.

A few weeks ago, I began the journey of exploring how curiosity can help overcome my invisibility.

Parts of my identity that I chose to keep invisible, miles beneath the surface.

In places where they could never be found.

I couldn’t predict where this journey would take me, yet I was eager to find out.

I asked, “What do I choose to keep invisible from myself and the rest of the world?”

Then, I got silent.

I allowed space for the answer to reveal itself.

Some people are scared of silence.

I welcome it.

Silence has given me insights into my life that no other activities have.

Silence has been the backbone to my personal growth.

All of this begs a question, “Does curiosity allow the letting go of shame?”

My experience has taught me that it can bring greater awareness to the parts I was once ashamed of.

Critical step in the process.

Reminds me of something a friend of mine once told me, “How can you know what you’re trying to solve if you don’t know the problem to begin with?”

The rest of this has been about getting comfortable with the uncomfortable.

Becoming courageous.

Similar process to what it was like choosing to wear my favorite t-shirt in public.

At first, I questioned how often I should wear it or where I should wear it to.

I wore it once or twice per month.

Only around people closest to me.

People who have already accepted me for who I was.

Then, with a little bit more courage, I wore it multiple times per week.

Eventually, I wore it around people I didn’t know.

This is what my process of accepting the invisible parts of my identity has been like.

Using curiosity to become aware of those parts.

Seeing, hearing and valuing the rediscovered parts of myself.

Being open and vulnerable to the changes such process may bring.

Focusing on the journey, not the destination.

What was your favorite childhood toy?

What was your favorite #childhood toy?

The other day, I watched, “The Pursuit of Happyness.”

There was a scene in the movie where Christopher dropped his favorite toy on the way to the bus stop.

Tears streamed down his face.

I imagined how he must have felt.

A part of him was lost in the middle of the street, seconds away from being crushed by the oncoming traffic.

A part of his childhood he may never get back.

I almost shed a tear myself.

This scene reminded me of my childhood.

My favorite toy.

Nikko Hummer H2 Spycam 🚙

Vroom.

Vroom.

Vroom.

The series of sounds I would make with each turn.

There was something about this car that made feel … alive.

Controlling it gave me a sense of ownership over my life.

I made me feel like I was at the top of the mountain.

Looking back at it, I am very fortunate to have a set of parents who helped fulfill a childhood dream of mine.

This toy impacted me in more ways than I could count.

It gave me everything I needed at the time.

The toy that keeps on giving.

Reminding me to remain a kid and not take life too seriously.

What was your favorite childhood toy?

“I knew it all”

“I know it all.”

The other day, a friend of mine asked, “What do you do in situations when you believe you know it all?”

At first, I laughed.

I was once that individual and maybe still am to a degree.

Then, I replied, “I ask myself, ‘What am I here to learn? What is this here to help me see?’”

I apply it to all situations.

I believe life is a giant classroom where every scenario provides an opportunity to learn.

Boring conversations.

Arguments with significant others.

Watching the 🐌 cross a busy road.

My dog getting loose in the middle of the street.

All of these are scenarios for life to be viewed through a different lens.

There were times when I wasn’t interested in learning from the everyday life.

I thought that I knew it all.

Then, I was reminded, “Whenever you think you know everything, you know nothing.”

This statement has helped me transform a lot of my “know it all” scenarios.

It allowed me to tap into my greatest gift, the ability to be curious.

It changed how I view and engage with the life around me.

Next time when you think you know it all, ask yourself, “What am I here to learn? What is this here to teach me?”

Never stop learning because life never stops teaching.

How do you stay in touch with others?

“You only call me when you need help.”

I was in disbelief when I heard her say this.

“No, I …”

Before I could finish the sentence, I realized there was a lot of truth in what she had said.

Most times, I did only call her when I needed help.

I wanted her to save me from the situation I was in.

I didn’t consider what she might have wanted in our friendship.

The more I thought about this conversation, the more aware I became of all of the other people I only called during an emergency situation.

As hard as it was to hear my friend’s words, it was exactly what I needed.

The type of wake up call that changed the trajectory of my friendships.

Ever since that moment, I’ve called people when I needed absolutely nothing.

I’ve even started conversations with, “I don’t need anything. I just want to chat.”

Some people were struck when they heard me say that.

No agenda.

No need for help.

What is there to talk about?

Life.

Thank you, my friend, for helping me see the importance of keeping in touch with others throughout all parts of the year, not just the rainy days 🙏

Show Up for Others

He believed in me.

He spent countless of hours before and after class teaching me how to speak English.

There were times when I wanted to shred the textbook to pieces.

There were times when things about the English language made no sense.

There were times when I lost belief in myself.

He continued to believe that the best was yet to come.

He showed up everyday with ways to improve the circumstances from the day before.

He showed up everyday with a level of optimism I’ve never seen before.

He showed up everyday when others may have chosen to move on.

Had it not been for people like Rick Hall, I may not be who I am today.

Sometimes, life truly is this simple.

Choosing to believe in other people.

Choosing to show up for them regardless of the circumstances.

It is my hope that you have people who show up for you in your life.

It is my hope that you are someone who shows up for others.

#PeopleNeedPeople #PeopleHelpPeople

How do you know when, “enough is enough”?

I am glad I didn’t travel to all 7 continents.

I was in Peru when the travel bug began to wear off.

29 weeks.

3 continents.

11 countries.

Yesterday, I spoke to a friend of mine in Bolivia 🇧🇴

He asked, “How did you know when enough was enough?”

His question reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend of mine prior to my tour around the 🌎

I remember my friend saying, “You’ll feel it.”

It didn’t make much sense at first.

I wanted something more concrete, tangible.

However, once I experienced it myself, I understood completely what my friend was saying.

I was in Cusco, Peru 🇵🇪 when the feeling came.

“We should go see Machu Picchu!” one of my friends said.

I didn’t respond.

It was the first time in a long time, I showed zero interest.

No desire to see one of the, “Seven Wonders of the World”.

I was missing my parents 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

I was missing my friends 🫂

I was missing a sense of a routine 🗓

I was missing a hot shower 🚿

I was no longer appreciating the natural beauty around me 🌅

I needed to reconnect to self, to process the thousands of new impressions ✍️

Enough was enough.