If you sit still enough, you’ll feel the wind move your heartbeat.

When you are staring at a red sheer rock face, intense desert sun beating down on your upturned face, all you can think about is whether to climb higher or whether to kneel and offer gratitude for making it this far.

When you can’t find your child in a crowd, the zip of your heart in your throat and the fear that paralyzes from countless what-ifs melt away, as all you can do is look, search, run and find. Worries are banished to the quiet margins as you spring to action.

The reason I love sailing is that it takes me away from the land and all I have to focus on is the lick of the waves against the hull and the realization that the water is stronger than me.

The same thrill nestles into my sternum when I scale a mountain. It no longer matters if there were cougars reported in the Victoria, B.C., forests or if there is a 1,000 foot elevation increase from where I begin and where I reach. It is just one step after another until the wildflowers are before me in the clearing and the plunge to the Columbia River is devastatingly beautiful. While I sat in that sloping meadow eating strawberries, I could almost hear the salmon run.

Do the work in front of you. That is the only thing that leads to the next step, to the outcome, to the reassurance. When you focus on now, that’s all there is.

Worry is such a waste of time. It is the emptiness in a moment that takes you nowhere but to an imaginary precipice that you are forever falling off of.

Do what you love and the money will come. Do the work. Welcome it. Don’t yearn for next or what-ifs. There should be no distinction between weekday and weekend. All is good, all the time.

“The reason why some people love to engage in dangerous activities, such as mountain climbing, car racing and so on, although they may not be aware of it, is that it forces them into the Now – that intensely alive state that is free of time, free of problems, free of thinking, free of the burden of the personality.” Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now.

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