Learn skills you can always rely on.
- Self-Discipline: Get better at ignoring the negative voice in your head. Get out of your bed. Go to the gym. Don’t listen to “I don’t want to.”
- Personal Effectiveness: Learn how to maximize the results you can get during the 16–18 hours you’re awake. Get more done — effectively.
- Communication: We think we’re all master communicators. But the truth is that we suck. Communication is both art and science. And our ability to work with others depends on it.
- Negotiation: You negotiate all the time. With your spouse, kids, parents, teachers, friends, co-workers, managers, etc. Learn to get the best deal for all parties.
- Persuasion: Learn how to get what you want in an ethical way.
- Physical Strength & Stamina: Getting stronger is a skill. Pull your own weight. It’s something every human should be able to do.
- Flexibility: Sitting all day long behind your computer or in your car turns you into a stiff being. Learn how to stretch your hips, lower back, hamstrings, and calves — the most common weak points of desk workers.
That’s enough to keep you busy for a lifetime if you want to do it well. Pick a skill that excites you. Get better at it. Then, pick another. And keep on repeating that process.
I’ve released an album, it’s the first of four that I’ll be kicking out into the world over the next two months. This one is Part I – Winter.
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): At one point in his career, the mythical Greek hero Hercules was compelled to carry out a series of twelve strenuous labors. Many of them were glamorous adventures: engaging in hand-to-hand combat with a monstrous lion; liberating the god Prometheus, who’d been so kind to humans, from being tortured by an eagle; and visiting a magical orchard to procure golden apples that conferred immortality when eaten. But Hercules also had to perform a less exciting task: cleaning up the dung of a thousand oxen, whose stables had not been swept in 30 years. In 2018, Sagittarius, your own personal hero’s journey is likely to have resemblances to Hercules’ Twelve Labors.
By Rob Brezsny
I had a dream the other night, Tuesday I think, where I’d been invited to play with some significant folks and my bass playing was woeful.
People, audience members, friends, would come up to me and talk briefly, with circumspection, with sadness in their eyes. And I continued to play blithely ignorant to how poor every aspect of my performance was. I was not invited back.
Seldom does my unconscious manifest so strongly.
Life to me mostly seems like how it might be for a cat with a spinal injury, except in that nobody thinks I’m cute as I struggle to do the basic things that everyone else appears to do with ease.
It’s a shame to feel so jaded.