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The Solo Grind is a Trap: Embodying the Power of Ujima Blue

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The Solo Grind is a Trap: Embodying the Power of Ujima Blue Listen to Episode Let’s stop lying to ourselves, Tribe. Pull up a chair on the porch and let’s strip away the noise. We live in a hyper-individualistic matrix that has conditioned us to believe that carrying the weight of the world on our solo shoulders is a badge of honor. We run ourselves into the dirt, chasing the illusion of the "isolated savior." But let’s call it what it really is: a systemic trap designed to keep us fragmented, exhausted, and easily broken. When you buy into the lie that you have to handle every burden alone, you aren't being strong. You are simply cultivating a toxic, heavy buildup of Blame, Shame, and Guilt. You blame yourself for not possessing superhuman strength, carry shame for your human vulnerabilities, and let guilt freeze your hands from reaching out to the very people who have your back. This keeps you trapped in a cycle of feeling mad, sad, and scared. Our ancestors left us an ...
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Lesson from a younger sister

An Egyptian hookah (shisha) with a wind cover ...Image via Wikipedia

Sister bought a book/
And gave me some wise advice/
Support your circle/



Went out to my usual spot on saturday to get a hookah and some tea (gypsy lounge). One of my sister popped in and asked about my books. I showed her what I had and she purchased a book. I tried to give her change and she refused to take it. She then looked at me and said that "people that are around you should support your work", I had to take second realize the wisdom that she dropped on me. Although this is common sense, it was something that I needed to hear. Actually this was uncommon sense, because very few of us practice this.
I had to go through my mental roladex to see who was in my circle, and who am I supporting. I also needed to take inventory and see who was supporting me. I believe that my little sister's wisdom should encorage you to the same.



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