Being the knowing

So, Tim Ferriss will have me believe that it’s okay to have a few unfinished tasks and that reading is not a must. I beg to differ. I believe in always finishing what you start. I say that while side-eyeing a book I have shelved in the midst of reading “Meditation is not what you think” by Jon Kabat-Zinn. *lowers eyes*

Kabat-Zinn talks about “being the knowing”. Let that phrase sink in for a moment. Being in the moment and knowing that you are being in the moment. Knowing the being. Profound! I jotted that little gem down on my chalk board, keeping guard over my workspace. Having taken all I think I can take from “The 4-hour work week”, my thoughts return to being.

Look, 4-hour-work-week is no mean literary feat. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It’s just a bunch of clever little shortcuts to free up time for fun. I like to think I’m way more complicated than that. I am not in pursuit of riches. I prefer to use my time to pursue that which brings me the most pleasure: telling stories.

4-hour-work-week did unmask my latent fear of success. This was the subject matter of one of my resonance repatterining sessions with Hymie. It is crippling. It has suspended me in the jello of redundancy. I am talking about my 9-5. I am getting paid the big bucks to do what a more junior person or even an intern could do. I am being paid to follow orders.

And it sucks! This is no pity party. On the contrary, I feel as though my eyes have been opened to the “if it was a snake it would have bitten you” in lost-and-found parlance. Must have been some slow acting venom. I finally get it though. The question is what am I going to do with the knowing. It requires a new becoming. A major shift. A quantum leap.

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