intensity vs consistency

intensity vs consistency

January has arrived.

A whole herd of us are about to run towards health, fitness, goals, plans, love, happiness, making it happen “right now!”
There is ferver, there is vehemence, there is desperation.

But there’s a subtle and important difference between intensity and consistency.

The intensity of it, the hot and cold of it all, the “this is my year!” attitude to find the love of my life, to get that raise, to shed those pounds, to eat better, to do it all NOW. Intensity keeps things shallow and general, and usually what follows is the kibosh on all that excitement and enthusiasm.

Consistency is a horse trotting along. It’s the same-ol’-same-ol’; it’s the clocking in and clocking out, it’s the routine of it all.

Consistency partners up with training and habituation, which ultimately leads to a refined experimentation, you become a “meaningful specific.” A kind of specialist with no beginning and no end, the cycle just keeps on spinning. And then at some point, without even realizing, you’ve arrived. Some may say you’ve “reached your goal.”

Here’s to a consistent year ahead.
Liza Fernandez

good will

good will life changes


Good Will Donations Center:

“It’s getting really bad out there now. I was on the 405 the other day, this truck was right up my ass. And, you know, I can get heated sometimes, my emotions can get the better of me. So he’s pushing at me. I ease the break a little and it shocks him, it causes him to hit his brakes even harder and step back a little. He looked furious. But you know, who knows what kind of guy he is. He can have a gun on him, you know. These days, you don’t know who’s behind a wheel and what they’re thinking, what their story is.

Two Thanksgivings ago, we lost our cousin to a shooting. He went with my other cousin to get a special ingredient for my mother’s turkey — it’s gotta be a specific brand, you know, the best of the best that truly saves the dish. So he goes to a supermarket that has a line of people waiting out front. And some guy runs right up and shoves himself in line before an older woman. This guy just pushes his way in, no acknowledgment of his behavior, nothing. My cousin tells the guy, in a gentle way ’cause he was always gentle like that, “Hey man, don’t do that. She’s an older lady and has been waiting in line for a while. Come on, man.” Now this guy goes into the supermarket, gets what he needs to, goes back to a car full of other sketchy guys. They drive around the supermarket maybe a couple of times until they see my cousin walking to his car. They drive up to him, wind down the window, bang-bang!, shoot him two times.

How can someone get over that, you know? It haunts me. But it also stops me from firing up as much these days, you know. My mother always told me, ‘Mijo, be patient. Let them do what they gotta do but don’t let them get to you.’ She was right. And I’m trying you know. I really am.”

fizz in champagne

the fizz in champagne

Playful: adjective

1. Full of play or fun; sportive; frolicsome.
2. Pleasantly humorous or jesting: a playful remark.

Playfulness scares the shit outta me.
It is now my word for 2017.

Playfulness is the fizz in champagne.

It is youth, primary colors and real listening; it is teamwork, instincts and responsiveness; it is fearlessness and the lack thereof to know the Bitter End; it reminds me of a smile or a jovial smirk. It is confidence, it is three dimensional…

It is the fizz in champagne.

In a hot steamy room full of yogis this week the teacher asked, “Are you OK to be playful today?” Great question. “Are you OK” signifies do you have it in you to take on a challenge such as this? Are you OK means do you have room in your busy, serious brains to make space for something different? “To be,” signifies “Now” as in here, this moment and then this moment. And “playful today” signifies zero commitments; it is more like a teaser, a sample, a taste, a wooing of sorts that lures you in for more. Playful attracts Curiosity. Why, of course, it is Playful’s best friend.

They are the fizz in champagne.

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2016 got us like…

It’s that GAP time. Not the boring clothing but the time between Xmas and NYE that brings much reflection.

At my film production company, Subway Token Films, we like to take a moment and reflect on what we leave behind in 2016 (ie: the president-elect) and what we want to bring into 2017.

To keep it playful, here’s an amazing 2016 poem by STF’er Santa Baskin and read by Executive Producer, Felix Solis.

May you have a reflective, fun and safe holiday,
I walked slow today



How did it begin?

Did it come to you after pressing snooze, turning over and letting the subconscious play a little longer?

Did it hit you while spooning sugar into your coffee one morning?

Or was it during The Grind of sitting down to your usual writing ritual, when an image of the city, the kid, the circumstance, hit you?

How did it happen?

Sometimes this industry is like walking through a museum and there’s this show and that movie, and as you peruse the art, every once in a while, there’s an artist that hits home, that not only invades personal space but reaches in and gropes the heart. Fondles it. The art is breathtaking. The story behind the story is deep, specific, desired, and “of course”.

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December winter solstice moon

During this month the winter cold fastens its grip, and nights are at their longest and darkest. It is also sometimes called the Moon before Yule. The term Long Night Moon is a doubly appropriate name because the midwinter night is indeed long, and because the Moon is above the horizon for a long time. The midwinter full Moon has a high trajectory across the sky because it is opposite a low Sun.

My December’s New Moon winter solstice offerings are:

I let go of fear.

I let go of corrections.

I let go of predictions.

I cultivate laughter.

I cultivate consistency .

I cultivate celebrating accomplishments.

Your turn.
I walked slow today

no longer + not yet

before new years eveThis quote hit me hard this year:

Honor the space between no longer and not yet.

It’s an interesting time; after Christmas and before New Years.

A time of sleeping in, forgetting the diet, wearing the house slippers all day, dazing off, catching up on television shows and movies, lounging in the lost art of conversations with family and friends and, well, hibernating.

I think of pillows and blankets when I think of the final days of 2016.

For me, this is a time of deep contemplation.

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