"NO MORE"

Ever thought back on your childhood on advice your parents gave you, and realized what they were really trying to say? Remember when you would be in a negative emotional state, and your Mother would tell you to go for a walk? Ever played a sport and had your coach tell you to go to the locker room for a period? Or been a goalie that got pulled, then put back in later? What are all these examples of? Geographic change with the purpose of Recovery. It was to re-align your focus, recover your state. I bet you at some point during any of these examples you had the thought of "NO MORE", and committed that to yourself.

It was interesting last week during the Zan Perrion free talk. He began talking (albeit casually) about how to recover your state. He said exactly as above: "Change your geography, and choose NO MORE". It's very common for many guys when they are at the club, to get into their head. This causes them to get out of state. What do you do? Change your geography. Go outside to the smoke pit. Go on the dancefloor. Go to the bathroom and throw water on your face. Take a minute, take a breath, and consciously choose "NO MORE". Open that next set, and your off running with it. Perfect!

This was a lesson I learned while at a wedding in Saskatoon in August. At that time I would say my skillset was pretty good, and I was confident about having success at the wedding. To my dismay, there was only one potential girl at the wedding. Still confident, I began the interaction. Meanwhile so did the other groomsman. He was the epitome of dancing monkey chode. The night before the wedding, he proclaimed that "I could go for it" and he would back off. Awesome, good choice mate. Now we get to the wedding reception, and I know I need to start turning it on. This was a new experience for me though, and being in the wedding party - at a very religious wedding - I was trying to be subtle, and keeping things on the downlow. To my surprise (kind of), dancing monkey chode started cock-blocking hardcore. He was absolutely trashed. Eventually I began to get very frustrated, and combining that with alcohol, I was beginning to get what I call "emo-angry drunk". That consists of me wanting to go home, and go to bed. I needed a pep-talk, who better to call then The SAINT. Ring ring. I explain the situation to him, and he advises two things:

1. Stop drinking. Which was correct, if I was feeling over emotional, drinking would not help that at all.
2. Go to the bathroom, throw some fucking water on my face, and walk back in there and own it. This isn't an option, it's reality. ROCK IT OUT.

I remember saying "Thanks" and hanging up. I walked into that bathroom, furious (in a good way), and throwing water on my face. I began walking back to the reception and all I could think of was: "Ya, what the fuck is this, I'm the fucking coolest mother fucker on earth, own this shit, no more!" I walked in, mega in-state, and there she is. I start talking to her, awesome, going well. Lots of physical touching, this is going down. To no surprise, dancing monkey chode comes up, grabs her and proclaims "SMOKE TIME!!!". Fuck. At this point I decided I was going to stop worrying so much about it, and if it happens, it happens. I still need to have fun! It didn't happen, but I wasn't mad about it either. The lesson of recovery was much more important to me.

Remember:

1. Change your geography.
2. Choose "NO MORE!"

Hope everybody has an awesome Halloween! I'm going Trick or Treating.