Today is day 291 of the year. Therefore, this should have been my post #291 on Medium. What went wrong?

If discipline is what turns big dreams into tangible accomplishments, then energy is what fuels discipline.

I did very well as long as I had energy.

Then I lost it. And with my energy gone, my discipline crumbled.

Survival mode got me through the last few months.

Then my shoulder finally dislocated. Luckily.

Finally a break!

And now my energy comes back.

I read.

I write down thoughts and ideas.

I meet inspiring people.

I cook.

I laugh.

The energy is back.

And with my energy back, my discipline resurrects.

What does this tell me?

Discipline is hard.

To do hard things, I need energy.

Energy fuels discipline.


We had this conversation some time ago. So much more serious than I had anticipated. A straightforward statement to me. She felt hurt.

I can feel it, too. My pain is different, though. It is a choice only I can make.

To live or not to live (which doesn’t necessarily…


How much do you trust yourself? Enough so for others to trust you?

«All you gotta do is trust me. That’s all you gotta do.»

That is Bradley Cooper talking to Lady Gaga before they get on stage to sing «Shallow» in «A Star Is Born».

It is said so easily, but is it really?

I have no idea when I last made a similar statement. It doesn’t feel like happening anytime soon. Self-confidence is a prerequisite.

Hence, timing looks right to find someone else to trust. Only just thinking about the few people that come to mind gives me that warm and cozy feeling. That might actually be the signal. As soon as it comes back naturally, then I could possibly be ready to ask others to trust me.

Here we go. I have just written down the recipe.

Trust me.


If we both believe it, it is real, isn’t it?

Technically speaking, I am not really a barista, although that is what it says on the back of my shirt. …


We are all different, are we really?

This friend of mine has only just recovered. It was his second burnout in 6 years. Now he is looking for a new job. …


Piling tends to be a bad practice. Organized people don’t pile, they file. An exception should be granted, though.

«Piles

Have lots of books on the go. How many? How many places can you get away with making small piles of books? …


I had to run not to miss my train. On the way out, this is what she said to me.

«So nice to see you again.»

I hadn’t been at the coworking space for at least 6 months. We don’t even work together. And yet, we appreciate each other’s prescence. She is curious, so am I. I love the chocolate she produces, especially the one with the cocoa nibs. Almost too good not to eat too much of it. Having a bite feels like a privilege.

It was really nice of her.

I felt good about it. I think it would make all of us feel good.

Having been on the receiving end of her kindness, I am happy to give away some of mine.

To give generously.

And to be nice.

That is nice.


Fear and Creativity feed off each other. They are perfect twins.

I love the twin concept and have written about it before. Nothing comes close to the way Elizabeth Gilbert describes her relationship with fear and creativity in her book Big Magic:

«Dearest Fear: Creativity and I are about to…


How do you establish a connection between your customer and your product or craft?

«Hey Roman, tomorrow is harvest.»

I didn’t know who called nor what he was talking about. It turned out that he was our wooden floor layer. Now I remembered. Ah, that guy!

He runs his business…


We have been very good friends for thirty-three years or just about two thirds of our lives. Who would have thought that our professional paths ever crossed again?

Our apprenticeship felt like a party that would never end.

You then decided to run. Fast.

France was my thing. Still wearing the fruit basket T­­­-shirt from Galeries Lafayette.

We went beyond the freezing point all the way to the edge.

Family and kids. For you two wasn’t enough, so you doubled up.

Responsible, yes. Serious, not so much.

Running, hiking, walking, talking. It kept us sane.

We would never let each other drown, would we?

So here we go again.

It’s not going back in time. The motion is forward.

The seed was planted so long ago.

Hemp or any other crop.

It doesn’t matter, does it?

Not for us.

Roman Eggenberger

Privileged to work with those who care enough.

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