We were in a ski lodge in the mountains in Kitzbuhel, Austria. I was one of the younger people in the group, brought along by a mentor of mine.
One of the guys there was a big, fat, incredibly decadent guy. He liked skiing, helicopters, fast cars, women, and lots of food and drink. LOTS of food and drink.
Over breakfast one day, it's just him and me. I'd been a little ill the day before, so I'd turned in early and slept around 16 hours, and I was looking forward to trying to get on the slopes around noon. He'd been out at a strip club drinking heavily, and so the two of us were the last up and the last at breakfast.
The Austrian host and cook had been nice enough to keep the dining room open a little longer so we didn't have to hurry through breakfast, and we were attacking black coffee, eggs, meat, cheese, and bread. He might have been having Irish whisky too, I don't recall exactly.
He frowns for a second, and then laughs, and asks me:
"Sebastian... live to work, or work to live?"
First time I'd been asked it. It took me a second to get what he was asking. I think: "Do I... live in order to work, or work in order to live?"
Easy answer: "Live to work," I say.
He bursts out laughing.
"Hahaha! No! Work to live! Work to live, Sebastian!"
And that was precisely what he did. He had a particularly rare skill that, with appropriate scouting and fixing on the right opportunity/project, made him six-figures in USD in a month or two span whenever he employed it. Yet, he only worked on about one project per year, and spent the rest of his time skiing, eating, and hanging out with his friends.
When I don't get to work for more than a day and a half, I start going crazy.
I say, "I'm not working. This is a problem."
I've been packing mass on at the gym lately, with a pretty intense regular program and a high calorie clean diet. My weight broke 90 kg (200 lbs) for the first time in years recently, and I was really pleased.
It comes with a cost -- putting on lean muscle quickly also puts on bodyfat. But I don't care, I'm just picking up strength and mass, and that other consequence doesn't bother me.
Yet, a person trying to break into fashion modeling, playing a sport that you needed to be incredibly lean and lightweight, or trying to stay in a certain weight class for boxing or martial arts would see this as a huge problem. A moment that makes me smile -- cracking 90 kg on the scale -- would be panic-inducing for someone who needed their weight lower.
None of this is encoded in the universe. There's no atomic symbol for "problem" or "boon" or "setback" or "triumph."
We set our own goals and priorities, and then decide we have problems when something gets in the way of those self-set goals and priorities.
And you really do set your own goals and priorities. You're wholly in control of raising, lowering, and modifying your standards. Who else would be in control of that, if not you?
You get to choose what your problems are, and then they walk alongside you as a constant companion. You converse with them, you travel with them, you watch them and they seem to watch over you. Sometimes they ride on your back and shoulders, sometimes they push you to move faster, and sometimes they slow you down.
For most people, problems become their most stalwart and constant companions.
But you alone choose what your problems are.
So, choose carefully.
Your title reminds me of John Lennon's Mind Games based on a book by the same name. Look at Life and all our problems this way: they're all Mind Games, meaning the Mind projecting itself for its own sustenance. I find that with this realization, it is easy not to allow any problem big or small to rock my world. I become more aware of what makes me upset, the current of anxiety that runs underneath the surface, etc. All problems are, in the end, small stuff.
Loving your gym inspiration lately. I'm curious, at 200lb, how tall are you (in ft and in please :) )? I have also been gaining weight the last 3 months or so. In the past I have had a mental aversion to putting on fat and it has kept me from efficiently adding muscle mass to my frame, so I'm stoked now. How many days per week do you lift?
Ha totally. Funny, also, how the difference of opinion can be internal - different parts of your personality can have entirely different standards, depending on which part of you is "active".
Random example from my life: English teaching. Part of me is really drawn to it - I love language, love teaching, would love the opportunity to live abroad and save a bit of cash - and another part is absolutely averse to it, because that part of me sees it as low-status, only for drop-outs and outcasts, and would be mortified having to explain what I'm doing to friends and family back home who (it feels like) have higher expectations of me.
How I feel about it depends which part is "running the show" when the thought comes up.
We dont like to admit it, because of the associations with "multiple personality disorder", but every human has "parts" that run the show at different times (and it's being verified by neurosci / psych findings). And they all have different standards! lol
Leaving places where everything is right "just because."
I just arrived in Beijing. The air is cold and crisp, the pace is fast, people are wearing suits and carrying briefcases and the general vibe here is I'm on a mission.
I hate cold weather except in small doses, and I haven't spent more than two weeks in a cold-weather place during a cold time of the year since... I don't know when, it's been a long time. A few years.
I forgot how the cold makes people move fast, crisp, not dally, not lounge about... it's refreshing. I feel like I'm in New York a little before Christmastime, which (shitty cold weather aside) is one of my favorite times in one of my favorite places in the world.
But let's about traveling (and life) mistakes. The biggest mistake I've made, by far, is leaving a place where I'm very happy or productive or I've got a good workflow. Occasionally, everything is just right somewhere... and when everything is just right, I'd recommend you milk it for all it's worth.
I've had a rough week. No deaths in the family or anything seriously bad, but it's been a bit emotionally draining. Finally got in touch with the guy who owns Tynan.com, and he refused to sell to me at any price. A writer I was really hoping to work with decided not to contribute to a project I'm working on. Some girl stuff. And it's been rainy. I'm not complaining, just briefly illustrating how my week has been so far.
The past two days I've sat down to write my thousand words, and it's been frustrating. I sit and stare at my computer, come up with an idea, write three paragraphs, and then get stuck again. I've never before in my life been in a situation where I've started a post and then got a few paragraphs in and lost so much momentum that I can't finish it.
But above this one I have two three-paragraph posts.