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Do you get high off of running and walking?


Running gives me the runner’s high with the #endorphins and #dopamine kicking in. πŸƒβ€β™‚οΈ

Walking and absorbing the beauty of the sky, clouds, and sunset puts me in a powerful state of presence where I feel a #spiritual and #emotional connection with the beauty of my surroundings. β›…

Here’s a picture of the sunset in Waikele, Hawaii on March 14, 2019.

Do you get high off of running and walking? πŸ˜€

#running #walking #exercise #mindful #mindfulness #gratitude #grateful #thankful #happy #runnershigh #walkingmeditation #stressrelief #anxietyrelief #mentalhealth #mindset #psychology #selfhelp #selfimprovement #positivemindset

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I’m growing to love vulnerability – you know that high you get when you do uncomfortable things because it could lead you to something amazing.


I had a nice time at Starbucks working on a marketing project for my client while my friend Claire since high school worked on her business educational project. We had a great talk about accounting, marketing, law, and vulnerability, some of the fundamentals for business. I’m growing to love vulnerability – you know that high you get when you do uncomfortable things because it could lead you to something amazing. That euphoric yet uncomfortable feeling you get when you can feel and taste your vision but you get attacked and judged by others along the way. You put on your bulletproof vest and keep going, taking the hits.

For all of you falling into darkness, I feel you. We can support one another by sharing our vulnerability as we move forward in our journey. Then when you get those big wins, share them with all of us! Now you can fire back in the air – your heroic fireworks!!! πŸ˜ƒ

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Growing to love my vulnerability!

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Reset your daily hustle by helping others, and enjoying a meal and conversation with friends.


My friend Mike made some awesome cornish hen, a great meal after we did some moving of furniture for his mom the past two days. I don’t watch much TV or movies so it was great to see Aquaman and Game of Thrones over dinner. Nice to see a Hawaii boy star in a big studio film! Game of Thrones is such a moving and inspirational TV show and book series for me!

We can’t just work on our #career all the time. Every so often we need to reset our daily #hustle by helping others, and enjoying a meal and conversation with friends. It’s also good to watch a movie and read a #book that lifts our spirits. Our #experiences and #messages can transcend this physical world. When we die, they live on through those we’ve touched. The messages we leave behind through our content will share a bit of our soul for others going through their journey of life.

#cornishhen #hen #poultry #hawaiifood #hawaiieats #onolicious #hawaiigrinds #grindz #onogrindz #homemadecooking #ono #yum #yummy delicious #foodpicture #foodphoto #foodphotography #foodpic #mindful #mindfulness #gratitude #grateful #thankful

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What is your mantra? Is there a word or phrase that inspires and motivates you?


What is your mantra? Is there a #word or #phrase that #inspires and #motivates you? Many Buddhists chant #mantras or have them sounded internally in one’s thoughts. They are either repeated continuously for some time or just sounded once. Mantras can keep our mind awakened with a crystal clear #vision of our lives and world filled with #love and #positivity . A #mantra can #motivate us to keep working on a practice that helps us maintain our positive #lifestyle .

Of the many #practices I do to keep myself #happy and motivated, it’s amazing how this simple #practice of speaking your mantra daily can boost your entire your day. For example, my mantra is “gratitude.” Gratitude is a practice in itself. I learned how to be #grateful from my mom since I was a little kid. She would always be telling me about how good and useful certain products are. While driving, she would compliment on how smooth a road was. From the moment I wake up, I tell myself, “I’m grateful to be alive.” I’m super grateful to be able to strive for all kinds of ideas. I’m extremely grateful for all my loved ones. On my bad days, by focusing on all the things I’m grateful for, I’m able to get some wins. In fact, my suffering has played a role in expanding my gratitude, which I wrote about in previous posts.

Pictured on my wrist is a bracelet with “Gratitude” engraved on it by My Intent @myintent . Also pictured on my wrist is my Jodo Shu Buddhist prayer beads from its headquarters in Kyoto, Japan, given to me by one of the head Bishops when he was in Hawaii in 2018.

Everyday speak out your mantra and attack your day with the light of positivity!

With Warmest Aloha,
Jon

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My bracelet with “Gratitude” engraved on it by My Intent and my Jodo Shu prayer beads from its headquarters in Kyoto, Japan.

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The children in our lives can inspire us to continue being curious and have that excited desire to learn.


Howzit! What’s up! I love this moment with my #niece on February 16, 2019 at Salt Our Kaka’ako @saltourkakaako in Honolulu, Hawaii. Everyday, #children #learn exponentially with their desire to find out what they don’t understand. They have an immense amount of #curiosity . The children in our lives can inspire us to continue being #curious and have that excited #desire to learn.

Stay curious my friends! Sending positive energy to you!

With Warmest Aloha,
Jon

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My niece and I at Salt Our Kaka’ako in Honolulu, Hawaii on February 16, 2019.

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Embrace the powerful energy from our suffering to boost our motivation on our goals!


There are 4 powerful energy sources to boost our motivation on our goals: Vision, Passion, Positive People, and Suffering. I use these energy sources to fuel my 4 rocket boosters that launches me towards the stars, my dreams.

Today, I want to focus on suffering. It’s a topic that isn’t placed on a pedestal but its superpower can be used for good if we learn to control its power. Many of us let our suffering bring us down. We also try to escape it. Negative people take it out on others. Instead, we should embrace our pain and make the most of this powerful source of energy.

In a previous post, I mentioned how suffering can expand our gratitude. In this article, I want to point out how suffering can boost our motivation on our goals. For me, suffering has been a tremendous motivator in my life. When I trained in the martial arts, specifically Aikido, we learned to take the energy from the on-coming attacker and use it to our advantage to win. Likewise, when suffering comes at us, we take that dark energy and convert it into positive energy by using it in our efforts to develop our mind, body, and soul. For example, my suffering gets me more pumped up to write, read, learn, exercise, meditate/self-reflect, and such. It has worked for me since I was a kid. When someone rejects me or attacks me, I get motivated to work harder. When people I love die, I’m motivated to hustle even more, and I dedicate my craft and success to them.

I wish you all the best in your efforts to turn your suffering into positive actions in your life. Keep crushing it my friends!

With Warmest Aloha,
Jon

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My adventurous and weird dream of prosecutors, gigantic slides for children, laughing puppets, living gym equipment, and maroon and brown skies.


Today, April 17, 2019, I had an adventurous and weird dream. After pulling an all-nighter of work, I was extremely tired and filled with tremendous anxiety about my taxes, finances, DUI, and business projects.

My dream begins with my mom and I in a small one-story building. The facility had the feel and look of an office with white walls and gray carpets. The Honolulu Prosecutor’s office built it to support their attorneys and staff. It was open for many people to visit, like an open house for everyone to see. We entered a small but spacious room where children of the department could be babysitted. The babysitting staff explained what services would be provided.

I whispered to my mom, “Maybe I could work as a babysitter if Keith asked me.” My mom grinned at me, which was a sign that I shouldn’t do such a job because whenever she supported any of my ideas, she would tell me, “Yeah, you should try.”
You see, the Honolulu Prosecuting Attorney had asked me to come back to the department in 2016 as a Legislative Liaison and Deputy Prosecuting Attorney but I declined because I wanted to run far away from politics. I was tired of the cold bashing people in power do to one another. Pursuing my passions and curiosity in the private sector seemed to be a better route. Honestly, I wanted to be alone. I needed to find peace within myself before I could help others again.
I suddenly appeared outside in a huge and oversized playground under the darkened skies that had eery shades of maroon and brown. There were many kids running around and enjoying the slides that were five times larger and taller than normal ones. I mean these things were like as high as a three-story building. The crowd of children and various over-sized play structures made the scene look like a small carnival packed with people. I could feel the energetic vibe emulating from all the excited children running and laughing! They were totally ecstatic!
Mari, a cute young woman of Japanese descent who I worked with when we were deputy prosecuting attorneys greeted me, “Hey Jon, you enjoying playing out there?” She was smiling at me.
“You mean what I’m trying to do with my career?”
“Yeah. I left too. I know how you felt. I’m doing my own stuff now and I enjoy it.” She looked up at the towering ladder-like structure that slanted towards the gigantic slide but nowhere close to the largest slide.
Mari led the way and climbed up. I followed right behind her. After much climbing, it felt nice to be near the top. However, a young blonde girl of about eleven or twelve years old blocked the way and wouldn’t let Mari pass.
“Could you get out of the way?” asked Mari. This wasn’t a question but a stern and direct order that was very unlike her usual sweet-sounding voice that was melodic to my ears.
The girl stubbornly resisted and held her ground at the middle of the opening of the slide.
Looking up at them, I could see the girl’s expressions but I couldn’t see Mari’s face, just her backside. Then the girl moved to the side for us. I wondered why? I wondered what type of facial expression Mari had given to the girl? Regardless, the girl obeyed.
Upon reaching the top of the slide, there was another smaller girl about seven years old with dark brown hair and of Caucasian ethnicity who crouched to the side. We had climbed so high but strangely, the way down the slide actually didn’t look too far down. Nor did it look as scary as I thought it would be. Mari gleamed brightly and pushed off, sliding down the slide with joy. She squealed with delight as her straight black hair blew away from the middle of her back. I pushed myself off the top and slid down after her. It felt nice, not just the ride with the cool breeze blowing against me but to be able to share this moment with her.
Mari and I walked through the swarm of kids towards the largest slide in the playground.
“Hey Jon,” greeted Danny, another former deputy prosecuting attorney with an ethnicity of Japanese and I believe Korean. He was younger than me. I also worked with him at the Honolulu Prosecutor’s office. He smiled brightly, showing his white teeth. From my time with him, he was always smiling and full of positive energy. “Let’s go to the back of it,” he suggested as he pointed to an area behind the largest slide attraction. I agreed. We proceeded on our trek towards the back of the largest slide where a big crowd gathered in front, either waiting to ride it or cheering their friends sliding down it.
On our way there, I saw a current deputy prosecuting attorney watching some type of show on a stage that blasted a bright glow of orange that was uncomfortable to look at, so I never saw the stage. The thirty-something year-old attorney had a brown beard that matched his wavy brown hair. He acted overly confident and a bit arrogant. He was one of those overzealous prosecutors who acted tough to cover-up his insecure personality. I had never met him before, yet I somehow knew who he was. He made an animal-like sound while keeping his mouth closed. The audience became distracted by his noise and looked around to see where it was coming from. After a few moments, he made the noise again. The crowd, once again disturbed, tried to figure out where that sound was coming from.
I approached him. “I know it’s coming from you.”
He snickered. “You do,” he answered. He walked past me with his chest puffed up and a cocky smile spread across his face.

Danny and I hiked across the grounds and proceeded behind the gigantic slide. We walked on a clay path that was cut into the gray hill. We stopped at the middle of the hill where we had a nice view of the festivities below us. It was much quieter there. It was the most peaceful moment in my dream.
“We’re the first in line for an amazing ride,” said Danny.
There was nothing around us. “What ride?” I asked.
“An amazing ride will be built here,” he replied. He was so excited for something that didn’t exist yet. Upon noticing the disappointment on my face, Danny’s smile subsided.
In an instant, I appeared back in the Prosecutor’s building again with my mom and Mari near me. Mari was again leading the way. To our right, like props were two nurses holding babies on their laps. The first baby looked more like a kid about eight years old but scrawny and frail with a thin torso, thin legs, thin everything. He seemed to be mentally ill because of his uncontrolled talk that sounded like babbling and unusual body movements. He ended up pooping a green liquid on the nurse. It was then that I realized that he wasn’t wearing a diaper.
“I don’t think I want to work as a babysitter here,” I whispered to Mari.
We proceeded on. “Come!” Mari yelled as she dashed into a room filled with puppet-like workers that moved and bounced. I ran after her. There were so many of them, giving us very little space to go through. Some of the puppets were pulled up and down by strings attached to the ceiling. The rest were moving by something attached to the ground. They moved crazily around as we ran through them. I swear I heard these evil puppets laughing at us.
Mari and I ran into an exercise room where all the gym equipment were moving and bending like they were the ones exercising! Living gym equipment. This is so weird.
Then we entered the main room with a large open space where a mass of people were sitting on the floor, as if waiting for a speaker to appear before them.
Mari disappeared from this scene. I was a bit sad. I wanted to spend more time with her, talk with her, at least tell her what an amazing time I had with her.
I found my mom again in front of the entrance of another room. We entered an empty room with more people in it. It was at this point the building started to shake. The walls moved in and out so strongly that you would get glimpses of the gloomy outside when the walls separated from one another momentarily.
“We gotta get out of here,” I told my mom. We ran out of the room. People were scrambling everywhere in the main area. We kept running until we found a door for us to exit.
Outside, I saw people walking up a cemented stairway further away. Among them, I saw former Congresswoman Colleen Hanabusa. Above all of us, the brown and maroon skies were swirling like a storm was being mixed violently.
When we were further away from the building, I looked back and realized that the large facility we were in was just a little house.
My mom and I ended up sitting on the middle of a bench seat in the back of a very wide bus that doesn’t exist in the real world. We were surrounded by a pack of people, all sitting shoulder-to-shoulder. In the middle of the bus, I saw the cocky attorney with the beard sitting on a bench seat. Near him were about three African American gang members. They were standing against the side of the bus. The attorney said something to them that outraged them. Consequently, they jumped the attorney and began punching him with all they had.
“Stop!” I yelled at them. The crowd in the bus was too thick for me to move forward to help the poor attorney.
“Stop it!” I shouted again. The gang stopped beating him. I thought the gang was now going to the attack me. However, strangely, they either pretended like I didn’t exist or they they actually didn’t know I was present in the back of the bus. The attorney put a blanket over his head and started to bawl loudly like a child.
That’s how my dream ended. When I woke up, my anxiety had subsided. I felt more at peace. The dream was so strange but interesting. I wonder if there’s a meaning behind it? I feel like it is encouraging me to keep pursuing my out-of-the-box ideas to build a new me and leave my unhappiness behind. It’s also telling me to stick with positive people who will help guide me through my madness.

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