Interview with HeartBlend Podcast
Lindsey and I had fun talking about how rough the spiritual path can be. If you’ve ever felt like your growth is taking longer and feels harder than it “should” be then I recommend you give this podcast a listen.
Lindsey and I had fun talking about how rough the spiritual path can be. If you’ve ever felt like your growth is taking longer and feels harder than it “should” be then I recommend you give this podcast a listen.
The self-help industry probably won’t like what I have to say… but anyone walking their spiritual path will appreciate this conversation:
I had a great interview with Margie Bissinger on her podcast. We talked about little-known ways your body influences your meditation, including some tricks to amp up the results you get. Here’s a link to our conversation:
In this interview, Glen and I talk about rock bottom moments… and how to harness their hidden power. We also talk about the challenges of walking the spiritual path. Plus, near the end, we talk about our crazy results doing pushups after exhaling almost all the air out of our lungs! Click here to listen …
“Alright, come on, let’s do another one,” I said. I was met by frustrated groans. Dr. Brad, Steve, and I sat in the hotel room at the Tampa Airport Marriott. It was late 2008 or early 2009. Dr. Brad rested in a love seat with his doctor’s coat on. Steve lounged on the couch. I …
Ever wish you could go back in time and slap yourself? I can. In between my first and second year of college, I languished at my mom’s house like a lump of Jell-O that refused to even wiggle. Three days per week, I lifted weights at a nearby gym. Every evening, I boiled some spaghetti, …
My wife and I cruised down 70 East to meet some of her relatives for brunch at a place called Bacon. I don’t eat pork but I respect a funny name. I also figured the joint would still have plenty of bacon-free options for brunch, an assumption which turned out to be more wishful thinking …
The barbell pressed into my shoulders and spine, choking my trap muscles, waiting for them to quiver and die and for my spine to shred and disintegrate. Like a simple-minded ancestor of the Terminator, it felt no pity or remorse. Gravity pulled it toward the center of the earth, but my body stood in the …
In the early winter of 2012, I stood in front of my condo building and stared at my parked car. Someone had scrawled on my driver’s side window in burgundy gunk. Vandalism? I lived in Aurora, Colorado, which has a crime problem, but the area felt safe. A neighbor was a meth addict, but the …