
Even My Discipline Was an Escape?
Busywork can be a clever escape hatch from your true goals. I thought I was disciplined, but I was just avoiding my real work.
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This category is where I am quite raw - posts like my brother's stroke, money that didn't show up when I needed it, doubts about whether any of this is working, written the way it actually happened. It's not pretty here, but it is me.

Busywork can be a clever escape hatch from your true goals. I thought I was disciplined, but I was just avoiding my real work.

Leaving WordPress for GrooveFunnels stopped me from blogging for years. Buggy software made me avoid my site, but I finally found a way back.

On day three of a 72-hour water fast, keeping momentum gets tough. Here is why skipping lunch led to a surprising breakthrough.

Learned helplessness made me freeze whenever I tried to take action. I wasn't lazy; my brain was protecting itself from past regret.

Despite completing 12 months of water fasts, self-doubt stayed. Here is what happened when I chose to show up anyway.

Facing a heavy DNR decision for my brother tested my limits, but I had to keep showing up. Here is what it taught me.

I was offered a promotion with prestigious clients, but turned it down. Here is why working longer hours felt like a losing trade.

Bringing my younger brother to church during his illness wasn't easy, especially when he wanted to stay home. Here is why we persist.

Watching actors perform my brother's stroke recovery story broke something open in me. What caregiving actually looks like.

At 41, I completed all 3 modules of the ACLP course. Here is how I celebrated after a sleepless night of preparation.

Fasting, a course, a brother's health scare, and a 10th year in the same stage role. No big win this week, just showing up.

Feedback went from being called too slow to genuine praise, while juggling night classes and a fast. Here's what actually changed.

Nas Academy's programs are pausing, and so am I. Stepping back from teaching to enroll as a student again, right when I need it.

On day four at a new job, I was told I was too slow. How I responded surprised even me. A lesson in asking for help.

A relationship that ended a decade ago led me right back to the same company. How sharing my story, flaws and all, got me the job.

I tracked 13 goals for 2024 and hit only 4. What I learned about sharing goals publicly versus keeping them private.

An old parable about a cow and a tiger reminded me: not every kind suggestion is one I should take. Staying true to myself.

My father took a cleaning job at his age, still feeling like it wasn't enough. A hard year ending on an unexpected note of hope.

Lost savings, missed deals, financial struggle for two decades straight. I'm not writing this for pity, just being honest.

A healing service, a beautiful photo of my brother, and a strange truth: his stroke brought us closer than we'd ever been.

A daily video project I abandoned, a brutal fast, and then my father responded to an altar call after 21 years of prayer.

I finished a 40-day no sugar fast combined with exercise, but feeling constantly weak showed me I messed up somewhere. Here is what changes.

Missed the creator meet-up recovering from COVID, but a conversation about poverty and a secondhand bookstore visit stuck with me.

Writing goals down was supposed to change everything in 2009. After failing since 2008, a look at old advice shows what actually matters.

After finishing a 60-day content challenge, I entered a speaker competition. A misunderstanding forced me to speak unprepared...

Posting content regularly is the only thing I can control. Here is why I am committing to a 60-day challenge today.

Her passing left me speechless. A personal reflection on depression, mental health, and why reaching out matters more than we admit.

Two weeks in hospital, damaged eyesight, a spotty memory. Yet the notes he scribbled during physio say everything about his will.

After 119 excruciating days in the hospital, 4 great days at home ended suddenly with signs of another stroke. An urgent update on Luke Aw.

After a second stroke and 119 days in the hospital, my brother is finally home. But the journey back wasn't as simple as waiting for him to heal.

Small wins in his recovery, financial assistance finally approved, and Chainsaw Man reruns at the hospital. A quiet birthday.

Fearing people would mock my voice, I entered a 2004 singing contest without telling anyone. What happened on stage shocked me.

My brother moved to a rehab hospital after a second stroke. Here is how his recovery is going and how we are adapting.

After weeks in the ICU following a severe fall on Dec 23, my brother is taking his first steps forward in a general ward. Here is where things stand.

Taught 300 people, welcomed a new nephew, and endured my very first nasal swab test. A quick, honest recap.

Why reading physical books changes how knowledge becomes part of you, even if you cannot remember every page you have read.

My brother is fighting to recover from a stroke. I thought his symptoms were normal, but the real challenge was just beginning.

We deeply appreciate every prayer sent for my brother. Please leave a comment or words of encouragement to cheer him on.

I refuse to take shortcuts in my business when money is tight. But watching my father age makes me question everything.

Between a workshop, ad campaigns, coaching calls across time zones, and a TV drama shoot, I fell asleep on the floor.

I offered feedback nobody asked for, got unfriended for it, and I'm still giving away the resource that started it all.

I started getting grey hair as a 10-year-old. Instead of hiding it, I attached values like wisdom and learning to it. See where it led.

Auditioning for Project SuperStar taught me some lessons for a busy month of June. This is a boring post. Don't bother reading.

To portray Judas, I dragged up past demons and dark thoughts. I thought I had it under control until the performance ended and tears took over.