Jumping the Rails

My diabolical plan

I have a plan.

It’s a diabolical plan really.

The plan is simple. Free my mind of numb thoughts and ask it to unwrap ideas held dormant.

The plan feels uncomfortable. To know self more fully than I did before. To become aware of the whispering thoughts stirring under the surface that keep my body stationary and “in-line” to remain comfortable. 

The brave, slightly gypsy part of me wants to jump the rails and find out what is upon the horizon. To be courageous and rethink what it means to be a pioneer within the age of digitization and disconnect. How can planting a garden be revolutionary? Why does turning off my phone and television feel like standing on the fringes of society?

Back to the diabolical plan. I will simply start to pay attention to all the ways my limitless imagination has taken a back seat to convenience. Where has automation filled in for human contact or muscle memory?

Our limitless mind and body resources have been highjacked out of a desire for convenience. This has created a numb spot inside our busy minds, we are no longer required to think for our most basic functions, and where the numb lives, the fear begins.

Jumping the rails does not required one to give up anything- but it could. Each person has their own threshold of toxicity to which a tool becomes a crutch or worse, a poison. Knowing where that line resides within each moment is the idea of the plan. To find my threshold of utilizing a tool instead of becoming the tool that is utilized.

How do I go from numb to diabolical? 

How can I expand outward onto the horizon and become the pioneer of my own mind? 

Sincerely, truthfully, knowingly- to the depths of where I know myself again, for the first time. The plan takes shape by starting right now- here with you.