One of my favorite @hubermanlab moments...
Look at David Goggins' face when Huberman tells him that the "seat" of willpower and will to live (aMCC) grows by doing things you don't want to do...
Be fruitful and multiply is carved into the marrow. the barren generation is a curse and i pray this curse breaks. i pray the lies rot in the mouths that spoke them. Eve was cursed with pain in childbirth not with the absence of desire. let the wombs bloom. the winter is ending whether the gardeners approve or not
God buries the gold in the filth and this is not cruelty it is selection. He asks - how badly do you want it. badly enough to kneel in what others step over. badly enough to touch what the clean men will not name. and the poor stay poor because they want clean gold, gold that arrives without shame, and there is no such gold, there never was. the pearl comes from the wound in the oyster. the wine comes from the crushed and broken grape. the bread comes from the buried wheat that agreed to die. everything precious passes through disgust, through decay, through the place where pride cannot breathe - and you stand at the edge wanting the treasure but not the grave, wanting resurrection but not the cross, wanting the kingdom while refusing the dirt it grows in. the saint kneels where the coward will not look. this is law. go lower. go where your pride screams no.
the way up is down
the way out is through
and your hands are still clean
which is why they are still empty
.@ESPNMcGee shares how Trinidad Chambliss is looking to go from D-II national champion last year to leading Ole Miss to its first championship since 1962.
"Guys like being around him, he's a dude you want to drink a beer with." —Ole Miss HC Pete Golding
Daily affirmations:
- I’m not chopped
- my jumper is wet
- that noise my car is making isn’t a big deal
- my friends don’t hate me
- I will not miss fast break layups
- my fits are hard
I’m jumping the gun this summer. I’m biting off more than I can chew. I’m barking up the wrong tree. I’m writing checks my ass can’t cash. I’m with whatever and I mean that. Rest in fucking peace outdoor boys
Dearest mother —
The battleground has called for my glorious return. I’m thrilled to say, I shall heed that call.
I have reenlisted.
While my sidearm is permanently holstered — I shall help train other young men to be great soldiers. Please send care packages of squirrel oil and skunk cakes to our basecamp at Stanford. I love you.
— Andrew