Thank you, but…

It’s raw, verbose, losely structured and keeping up at night with fluid ideas, but it is taking shape. Most importantly taking shape!
A conversation with a dear friend led to the formation of a theory that has this last been been building into a book.

The first draft is coming off razor fast (two chapters today) and I am really enjoyin just how uncofortable it is making me feel about my life and the people I share my energy with.

I hope and pray that this book touches people and adds value and empowerment to their lives. 

For information on how you can be a part of this email dreamers@danielmangena.com

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Good old Saturday’s

  
I just love my Saturday.

I am usually shamelessly sprawled out in my sofa watching shows I should be ashamed of as I eat copious amounts of junk food. 

I award myself one a day of seven where I put aside my tightly managed schedule and eating regime, turn off my mobile and have some me time.

Sunday’s I break the Monday morning blues curse early by getting up weekday early and starting the week early mapping out my income streams, matching my goals and objectives for the week against my monthly, annual and 3, 5 and 10 year plans.

Sunday is an important strateguc day for me. Even if I was out the night before, I get up as a Monday and allow myself time back in bed once all that must be done is done.

Saturday however I play the day by ear. The one constant is that My work phone stays off, I wake up when I wake up and do my best to not get out of bed till noon if I can before heading out catch up with self nourishing acts like getting a nice trim at the barbers or seeing my good friend Kasper for a session of hot cupping and acupuncture.

I check in with friends, catch up on my magazines and do sodoku puzzles and other nerdy pursuits like online chess.

Today I slept in especially late as I was only able to get to sleep about 5am. I am also in West Africa so my chill time was by the beach this evening:

  
After my lovely chillout, I got home especially motivated to get stuff done.

Maybe it was my little life clear out last night.

Maybe just the cool evening breeze that came in ovet the Atlantic.

But I knuckled down and got a lot done and you know what? I feel bloody good about that!

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3am

  
I had a very clear vision when I opened up WordPress to type this. I knew exactly what my “therefore”, my closing sentence was.

It made sense. The image and message were clear.

The nagging call to write this was distracting me from the task at hand – and that in itself was already distracting me from the task at hand… sleeping.

I have gone to pick up my phone to type all sorts of nonesense of late. With my twitter account (for my music based sharing) now tied to the facebook fan page, I tweet a lot less and so the brain farts have no arsehole. (Yes, that was a D.E)

It’s gone 3am here in West Africa where I am currently stationed for some government level stategy development work as well as eyeing some interesting projects for The Mangena Foundation.

Going through a testing stage in my personal life I have been fighting the urge of my inner chimp to act out, and this whole no tweeting stuff has been taking it’s toll. But the disciline, the application of thought to an action before it’s undertaking is good. 

When I do have personal social media (as a whole social media didn’t make it last time) then I coear out “friends” who I don’t interact with. Not having all manner of senseless tweets to delete makes it easier to keep a check on my work/passion related social media at least.

I also do a clean out of my life quite regularly. Of people, my phone (those screen shots of funny pics that you will never look at again), the house, my office space. 

Where were we again? Oh yes! I had been in deep meditaion as I perfomed a clean out of my phonebook (People who aren’t adding to or have any productive role in my life whether it be redundant business or romantic relationships, old numbers for people etc) but half way through the alphabet, I had an urge that I had to do more.

The therefore was much clearer when I started. The vision more succinct on what I had to say, but the essence of it is this:

The most important edit often is that of ourselves

A deep clean of our objectives and the value (if any) that they bring to the world. Our past loves and how we much we love ourselves. A reflection not on the people with whom we have relationships, but what we contribute (or fail to) those relationships. Where we are and most importantly who we are. What we remember and how we will be remembered.

All of these things hit me and I sat here, dimly lit with a notepad and pen, frantically scribbling lists, headings, groups and bullet points.

Yes, we should ruthlessly edit our lives, we have one shot at it and it is our masterpiece aferall. But we are the only constant character in every chapter, let’s make sure that we give ourselves a good look as we work away on our manuscripts.


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