Welcome to Indoor, chapter 9.

Chapter 9, this is the weekly release of a small snippet from my book Indoor,

which you can find at GetEndoor.com, a guide to spiritual stamina.

So here we go. Chapter 9, create.

I pride myself on getting things done. Heck, people often can gradually

and compliment me about how hard I hustle. Yep, I'm productive. I'm a doer.

I make shit happen, so to speak. I check off just about every box.

One would expect to have checked off as a metric of corporate and professional success in life.

I'm like a friggin robot. I wake, I buff at my body, I crush the day, I digest a massive amount

of information, and I produce a ton of content. Not only that, but I'm a man's man.

That's right, I'm hardcore, I'm macho, and I'm muscular. I can brag about a bio that champions

of me as a guy who has traveled the globe for decades, proving my manhood, and some of the most

masochistic events known to humankind. I can post flex shots to Instagram that publicly portray

my chiseled body in all its fleshly glory. I swing heavy kettlebells, swim in icy cold water,

and defy aging. Heck, in a display of skills that society deems a highly noble and honorable,

I've shown that from bow hunting to spearfishing to barbecuing to love making,

I can protect, provide, and procreate with the best of them. Oh yeah, by all definitions of the word,

I'm yang, baby. Yay me, right? You'd never have guessed that I grew up as a

president of the chess club of violin virtuoso, watercolor painting enthusiast, devourer of every

fantasy book. I could get my hands on, and a kid whose idea of a fantastic Sunday afternoon was

to get symphony tickets and go sit in the balcony with my eyes closed, making up princess and dragon

stories inside my head while smiling and tapping my feet to the reverberating orchestral tunes.

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