In the two previous blog posts, “Follow Your Fuck Yes: Part 1” and “Follow Your Fuck Yes: Part 2”, I emphasized the importance of cultivating clarity and aligned action in a world full of distractions. Essentialism has been a game-changer in supporting me to focus on what truly matters. Incorporating the strategies and practices below into your life will help you create a more intentional and practical approach.

I’ve been making a massive shift in my life. It has been initiated in part by the knowing that a more beautiful world is possible, and in part by exhaustion. The truth is, I’m tired. Tired of the endless treadmill. Tired of living for tomorrow. Tired of the illusion of separation and scarcity. I’m tired of being tired.

The industrial age brought with it the promise of comfort and convenience. With the growing prevalence and accessibility of intelligent machines to automate human tasks, we should have more time and less stress than ever before. However, the majority of people are busier and more unhealthy than any other time in human history. Why is this so?

Should I conform? Should I rebel? This has and always will be, a constant battle struggled individually, or as a society. A certain amount of conformity needs to exist in life in order to avoid disorder. This is the reason we have laws. Take those laws, rules, control, or even expectations, to an extreme, and some form of rebellion is probable. Struggle with these opposites, and you have a catalyst for war, or perhaps, being fired from a job.

Work. What does the word mean to you? Is it something to be avoided? Is it a means to an end? Is it the only appropriate focus of your attention and energy? Is it a way to avoid the rest of your life? Is it a joy? Is it a part of your spiritual practice?

As early as I can recall, I have had a natural aversion to writing and reading. The reading part faded when I began enjoying books of my choosing after I finished high school. However, the writing block has stuck with me to this day. I still do not love writing. I still have a hard time picking up my pen or sitting down to type. I am still very conscious of the voice that screams, “You’re not good enough! Who would ever want to read what you have to say?”