Let me tell you ‘bout this guy

Slumming it on the Coté de Azur

Embrace Yourself

So what does it all mean?

  1. You are you.
    Yeah I know that sounds simple but look — you’re not Patrick Mahomes, you’re not Taylor Swift, you’re not Tupac (Tupac if you’re reading this whatup), you first gotta admit that you are you and you’re never going to be anyone but you.
    Own it.
    Tall, short, skinny, fat. This is it. Don’t like it? Change it. But for the most part it ain’t going away.
    *Now here’s the difference between this and other theories — I’m not telling you to “accept” you, or to barely “put up with” your body — I’m telling you to Embrace it! Go all in. Be the skinny guy, be the too-tall woman, whatever your grandmother gave you — thinning hair, no hair, too much hair? Love it! Be it! How does that feel to walk out of the house feeling lighter than air because you’re happy in YOUR skin? It’s priceless.
  2. Wait — who are you?
    I mean who are you when no one’s around. Socrates said “know thyself” — do you? What makes you tick? What do you do that no one’s paying you to do? Is your job fulfilling? If it’s not thats ok but how are you being you on off hours? How are you feeding you so you don’t blow up at work on your boss, or on your spouse because you feel trapped or forced or suffocated? Being you? — that’s on you, not your spouse or kids. It’s not their responsibility. Balance Daniel-son, balance.
  3. Do you like you?
    No really, would you want you as a friend? Are you happy? Nice to be around? Do you offer to help your friends or do you come off like it’s a chore if someone asks you to drive them to the airport? Do you want the best for your family and friends or only if you’re doing a little better? Be someone’s cheerleader. Seriously — do it and watch how this changes your life.
  4. Embrace Yourself
    Admit that you are you. Then know who you is. Then you’ve done the self-check to see if you like you, now it’s time to embrace you. All of you. The royal you. The editorial.

Final Image

Mendocino 1974 — Erik, John, Priscilla, Alden

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I was born in a small town in Calif. . just another latch-key kid obsessed with BMX and Tom Petty. Now I make films and write when I get curious.

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I was born in a small town in Calif. . just another latch-key kid obsessed with BMX and Tom Petty. Now I make films and write when I get curious.

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