You can always tell what I’ve been focused on recently by reading my poetry. I like that. I never put on any sort of front when I write so it’s always a completely honest assessment (good or bad) for where I am in my life at any given moment.

Where is my Transcendental Club?
My Henry David Thoreau?
Where are my partners on this ride?
I’d really like to know.
Emerson didn’t do it alone,
He had friends to all join in
But here I am all by myself.
Playing victim again.

See my journey isn’t Emerson’s.
I didn’t go to Harvard.
I didn’t book a first class room.
This journey isn’t chartered.
I suspect one day,
I’ll run off to
The woods like Thoreau did.
My soul inside
Will be my guide.
In living off-the-grid.

By the way, I started this poem off doing a very bad thing: comparing my journey to someone else’s. We can’t do that. We don’t know where that person is necessarily on their journey. You could be comparing your day 1 to someone else’s day 5,000 and most likely are. Before you think to criticize ANYONE ask yourself if it’s for something you could have been guilty of in the past. Perhaps even in a past life. You were exactly where that person was at some point.

By the end of it I got my thinking corrected, and that’s why I want this poem to stand as an example of how to gently correct negative thoughts.

A great Ralph Waldo Emerson quote, and I encourage you to look up some quotes from him:

“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.“

Your opinion of others, is also a reflection of you.