The Box Truck of Truth
Most times, I'm not ready to hear the lacerating truth, so it often hits like a box truck—and it feels a lot like getting run over (and backed over 🚛, and then run over 🚚 again). I'm quite delicate, you know (like a lace doily).
Fury Unleashed
by Cheech
Expressions of the Unexpressed
I'm looking at week six (6) of my “back-to-boxing” training with Sensei
Restoration
by Cheech
I love restorative practices. There's an interesting paradox with them, though. They're often not
The Struggle is Real
How much struggle is enough to give a person great character and how much is too much? When does going through hard times start to feel like doing the low crawl through your entire life? When does adversity become a pulverizing load...
Comfort is the Enemy
by Cheech [https://www.oloinc.org/lucia-dancona]
I have long pondered this interesting thought 🧠 puzzle that keeps coming up
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Catalyst
by Cheech
I don't think things have ever really shifted for me without some form of a catalyst. I learn my most lasting life lessons through pain. I like to call this the two-by-four (2 x 4) of wisdom across the forehead—“crack!” Yeah. I'm talking about lumber here.
Take Me to The Happy
Some people wake up “Happy to Be Alive”. Just look at that doggy 🐶! So joyous, so free! I'm not one of those people. Dangit!
We Leave it on the Mat
There is so much crap 💩 that piles up on us, isn't there? I think that it has to be brought down out of the head and into the body, taken off the shoulders, liquified into sweat 💦 and left somewhere. Don't leave the weight of the world 🌎 on your shoulders!
Zen (Not Frozen)
One of the ways I respond to stress is to freeze 🥶 in place and stop moving. Even though this is completely opposite of what would really be best for me, the immobility seems to happen before I know it. Then, it takes over and stays too long (like an unwelcome house guest).
