This Can’t Be Life…… (The Get Back Theory)
Written by Urban Mogul Life on February 10, 2010
Every once in a while it gets you. It comes out of nowhere and if you aren’t careful it will ride you like the Eagle at Six Flags. One minute everything is all roses and next thing you know the roses smell like doodoo, (word to Andre 3000). Sometimes you can’t exactly pinpoint the root of the problem, but the conclusion is all the same, a few days (if you are lucky) feeling like ….blah. Moguls it seems like Melancholy has become my best friend as of late. It has gotten so bad that in the mornings when I arise I feel like it is time to make the “donuts”! Fun isn’t it?
Now I am not one who thinks that I am in a depressed state because it seems like I should be in Dr. Melfie’s office talking about my problems like Tony Soprano. But even the coolest of us all have to realize when shit ain’t right, and we have to find it in our spirits to rise up from the cesspool of despair.
Please don’t get it confused it’s not like I have been in this state for weeks and weeks, it just seemed to rear its ugly head about a week ago. And I just chalked it up as a bad day. Next thing I know the bad day became days and now we are here writing this post. I knew something was wrong when I became irritated at the smallest things and I haven’t felt like eating much, just enough to keep to hunger at bay. Not a good look.
Danny done lost his balance y’all! I’m trying to get my swag back to 100, but we operating only at 38 right now. In the past during times like this I turned to music. Good music always works like food for my soul, but even music has let me down. So what is a Mogul to do? It looks like it is time for me to get back to basics.
One thing that I haven’t done in a few moons is get back to the principles that got me where I am today; meditations, reading, doing things for self and expecting nothing from anyone. For the past few months I have been so busy trying to build this thing of ours (UML), that I lost my sense of direction. I stopped studying my lessons, I stopped working on music, I stopped calling and/or paying old friends visits, I stopped building my square, and I stopped being Danny P. Ocean.
So where do I go from here? I know it is time to keep on keeping on, I can’t play in the milk that spilled. Wipe it up and move on to the next one. But in the process I must Get Back to self. Time to do me and not simply be the “donut maker”.