I have been living in my van on the streets of San Diego for the past two months or so, and I have come to some uncomfortable conclusions. When you live in a van in the city, people think you’re homeless. When people think you’re homeless, you start to feel homeless. …
Why do we make the most important things in life our last priority?
Sometimes, we procrastinate on that thing that makes us nervous because we want to avoid, at all costs, feeling uncomfortable.
If you have the right tools and you’re still not doing the work, tools are not the problem.
There is always a crisis that calls us away from our creative work, again and again.
Suddenly, I don’t want San Diego to be my home base any more.
It’s just not worth it to lose focus on the things that matter much more to me.
I have been accused of terminal laziness by some very authoritative people — my parents and my grandmother, among others — just so you know I have credibility in this field.
I’ve been realizing that I like — and need — routine, familiarity.
It takes courage to face our fears.