…seeing eye in the sky, but the idea of stepping outside myself and watching me walk by, has stayed. It’s an instructive exercise. It’s a form of meditation. Not judging. Not psychoanalyzing. Just perceiving. Then stepping back into my body and moving on, with new insight of how to do life better. Being mor…
When someone annoys me, I’d often envision one of the people I idolize for their self-confidence talking to me. I’d hear their voice in my head, talking to me. Like “What the hell are you so worried about, Kevin?”, and then I’d find my conclusion because I’d answer honestly. When I’m by myself, I might ignore my ego, my true feelings about something. But talking to that person in my head wants me to be honest. I’m honest with them, and through that, honest with myself.
I admit how I feel in that moment, and they’d tell me why it’s just a waste of time to worry in the way I do. I know they wouldn’t care. They tell me that. And then I can move on myself.
I know it must sound strange. But it really helps. I think they are my fly on the wall.