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The Power Of Breathing

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Taking five deep breaths is the easiest way to change your mood.

While breathing is a necessary function and an instinctive action, I constantly find myself holding my breath. I literally have moments when I have to remind myself to breathe because I am so caught up in my thoughts. I get lost in the rabbit hole of one thing to the next, and so on and so forth.

My normal breathing tends to be shallow and half-full. I would wager that my breathing technique is the result of three broken noses, thus a deviated septum, and years of swimming, which required holding one’s breath. I know that my breathing is something I have to work on, as it conditions the rest of my body for a specific state.

There is a reason why all exercises put such emphasis on breathing. Why activities like yoga require you to find your breath, and why smokers calm down with every exhale they acquire.

Breathing feels good.

By full engaging your inhales and exhales, you allow yourself to feel a wave of calm, a better understanding of the world around you, and a unique peace. It is the easiest way to truly feel, be present, have a moment of gratitude.

Big belly, full chest and light as a feather.

During my years in acting class, my teachers would constantly say breathe into the moment, and at the time I do not think I fully understood what they meant, but as I have moved into different chapters of my life, focused breathing has become an important element of my being.

I have had many moments when I have understood the power of breathing, but I was reminded of its grandeur walking home on a beautiful Labor Day evening. Feeling entirely present and gliding home on the streets of New York City with a glorious summer breeze blowing and a night glow surrounding myself, I allowed the universe to have its way with me. I gave in. I breathed in all my blessings.

I breathed in the good, I exhaled the bad. I breathed in the beauty, exhaled the ugly. I breathed in my wants, desires and dreams, I exhaled my doubts, fears and objections. I looked up, saw the sky and smiled.

I gifted myself with a moment of 100 percent presence. I drank in the blessed euphoric feeling I was presented with. I lived my dreams. I was completely heart happy.

Remembering that your life is just as magical is what will take you to whatever next step you are trying to get to. Breathe in the life you want, breathe in the love you have, breathe it all in.

You will see that as you breathe, all your troubles tend to melt away and solutions present themselves.

Inhale through your nose. Exhale through your mouth. And let the white light that makes you uniquely you glow for all to see.

Enjoy.

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Why Change Is Necessary In Relationships

When you care for someone deeply things change.

Philbrook Farms. White Mountains, NH.

You change. They change. You change together.

As two mature individuals, in a relationship, you understand that there has to be a give and a take. You learn this in all relationships: lovers, friends, family, coworkers, teammates, truly the list is endless.

We must understand that in order to make things work; we cannot expect everything we do to be right, correct, the best.

Hike up Mt. Washington in New Hampshire.

As an individual, you are able to do everything your way, but when you consciously decide to include someone else in your world, you must learn to soften, understand, be open. You cannot be closed off, guarded, unwilling to look at life events from different perspectives. Snap judgments hinder your ultimate understanding. It is imperative to take a step back, breathe and let things marinate in order to be perfectly communicated.

Growth, development, evolution are how we have survived all these years as a human race. We did not just stick to what we knew, what we saw, what we believed. We admittedly looked for new ways to go about things, and this is exactly how we must behave when faced with other people.

Mt. Washington, New Hampshire

The way you function, may not be the way someone you love functions. The way you go about your day, may be different than the way your closest friends go about their day. The way you love may be different than they way the person you love loves. This does not mean that one of you is more correct; it just means you are different. You must understand the meaning of specific actions based off of people’s personalities, and an open medium of communication.

However, this does not excuse bad behavior. Rather, it should be the beginning place of where you build your foundation, so that years down the road, you are able to simply look at the person and know what they are thinking.

Mt. Washington, New Hampshire

As we mature, search for our partner, and evolve in general it is important to remember that we will not be the same person we were a day ago, a year ago, two years ago, or 10 years ago.  Frustrations, arguments and disagreements are usually caused through misunderstandings and poor communication. If we can effectively, truly say what we mean in a clear and articulate way, we will not only save our relationships, but ourselves in return.

We live. We experience. We learn. We build relationships. We loose some. We keep others for a lifetime. We change

The boys in front of Mr. Philbrook's true Americana hunting cabin.

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The Future of Sweet Dreams

Your eyes are closed. You take a deep breath. You rest your head down. You slumber. You dream.

There is nothing like waking up from an amazing night’s sleep. Your body and mind are well rested, relaxed, ready to go. You are able to think clearly throughout the day, productivity and precision are fully engaged. You are able to activate and focus your mind at its highest potential. Your body is reactive and looser. You are at ease.

We all know sleep is extremely important, but how many of us actually get the recommended 8-9 hours of sleep a night? I am going to guess very little of us.

I know if you are anything like me, there are a million things to get done, and 8-9 hours of sleep usually is not an option. However, this trend of “under sleeping” is doing us much more harm than we may realize.

Thus, I propose, it is time you really thought about the time you aren’t “thinking.” It is time to think about how you sleep. How you wake up. How you fall into that dream world.

I did just this, and decided to make some very grown up changes. The results have been beyond spectacular.

I recently got a brand new Simmons ComforPedic iQ Mattress, I know it sounds fancy, and it kind of is. This was something of an adult move, as I have a hard time allowing myself to indulge, but I found myself going to bed and not getting a full night’s sleep in forever. I tend to think a lot before bed; combine a restless mind with a pretty old mattress, sensitive lower back and biological clock that is off whack, and you have a recipe for some seriously shitty sleep.

I knew I was doing myself a disservice, so following the path of making positive changes, I changed my mattress. I know you are probably thinking, “Barrett, how the hell did changing your mattress, change you?” Well, to be honest, I provided myself with a greater potential for better sleep, which in effect allowed me to be a better Barrett while awake.

I have to say that this new mattress is wild. It shows up with directions to push a button for two minutes while you lay on the bed. The mattress then begins to acclimate to your body and room, and you can physically see this thing moving and breathing. It is seriously crazy.

I was so excited to sleep on my mattress because it has this awesome technology that basically allows your body to reach its ultimate comfort level without thinking. The mattress is doing the work for you, thus allowing your mind, body and soul to reach a delicious peacefulness that I have not had in a long time.

Since I have enjoyed the future of sleeping, I have felt true changes in my life.

I have been able to fall asleep faster. I do not find myself tossing and turning. I kind of melt away, and find myself waking up with greater ease. I still do not want to get out of my bed, but that is because I am so comfortable.

I truly wake up feeling rejuvenated, reset, revitalized. I am able to go about my day with a greater focus because my body and brain have been able to refresh over night. With a boost in my energy, there has been a cyclic occurrence, in which I have been able to workout harder because my muscles are more rested. Furthermore, by getting better rest, I am allowing my body to better recover, and aiding in the prevention of possible injuries, relieving stress on my back and finding a general overall comfort.

Taking this whole talk on sleep one step further, I have had some of the most vivid dreams recently. Being able to dream is such a gift because it is the world, where some of the most amazing ideas arise. Being able to think beyond, imagine bigger and create new ideas. In my opinion, this is an even grander gift.

Sleep is truly one of the greatest aids you can give yourself. In a world where everything is nonstop, it is incredibly important to allow yourself the ultimate decompression. By giving yourself just a few extra minutes or hours of sleep, you will truly change your life.

May the slumber be with you! Sweat Dreams!

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For more information on the ComforPedic iQ check out: http://www.beautyrest.com/comforpedic-cpiq

Also check out this video to see how not getting enough sleep with affect your appearance:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/chantelhouston/this-is-what-sleep-deprivation-does-to-you

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Would You Date You?


It is a valid question.

 

If you went on a blind date, and sat down across from yourself, would you be interested?

 

Don’t just jump to a yes or no answer. Think about it for a minute. Be realistic.

 

If you met someone and he said he had your job, would you be more or less interested? What about the way he looks? Is his body something that makes you excited? Are his manners and way of expressing himself drawing you in?

 

It is hard to be honest with ourselves, but to take a real good look in the mirror, and think about the person you truly are will serve you far more good.

 

As a culture, we have become so good at saying what we do not want, rather than what we want. We have ideals of the person we are meant to be with, but many times, we do not live up to our own expectations. This is incredibly dangerous and beyond unfair. If there is something you would like in a mate, then you should possess it yourself.

 

It is that simple. We attract what we are. Positive to positive. Negative to Negative.  Employed to employed. Fit to fit. Open to open.

 

If you find yourself saying, but I am positive, I have a good job and I am fit, but I keep meeting bum after bum then there is probably something you are putting out there that you may not even be aware of.

 

I think too many people are too quick to dismiss potential mates. We constantly over scrutinize our potential suitors because they lack something. Money, power, the right job. The list is endless when you want it to be, but why? The chances are it has something to do with your own lack of comfortability within yourself.

 

Remember no one is perfect!

 

We carry around insecurities that we tend to project onto other people. The things we don’t like about ourselves are the things we are so good at nitpicking other people for. If there is something that bothers you about the person sitting across from you on that date, ask yourself why?

 

This simple question could open your eyes to a whole new world.

 

I think there is something to be said about being picky; however, the problem arises when you become so picky that you discount 99.9% of your dating possibilities.  What you are left with is a very small group of men or women that may not want you.

 

Yes, we all have a vision of who we are meant to be with, but having such a closed off mind could mean the true man of your dreams is going to pass right by you.

 

Be honest. Be true. Be open. And understand we all have changes to make. Make the changes you know you need to today. Tomorrow will always be a day away. Start now.

 

Remember even when the tides feel stagnant and unmoving, it is up to you to just keep swimming. Happy hunting my fellow fish in the sea!

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Posted on July 18, 2014 .
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26: A New Tale Begins

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

26.

The late twenties.

It happened so quickly. Just a few days in and I am already having a hard time remembering it happened. I turned another year older. I moved up the number ladder. I matured technically, physically and literally.

Getting older doesn’t scare me. It doesn’t freak me out. It doesn’t do much of anything to me. Rather, it reminds me time is passing, goals are evolving, life is happening.

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

 

I know twenty-six is barely a scratch in the totem pole of life, but I recognize that as I am getting older life is only getting better, more enjoyable, more under my control. I don’t feel as helpless as I did when I was fourteen, eighteen, or even twenty-five.

Twenty-five was a hard year for me. A big year. A year of unknowing change. I lived what many friends and I have coined the “quarter-life-crisis,” which may sound funny, but is a very real thing. I broke up with my first love, switched career paths and moved cross-country yet again. Shaving my head was the icing on the cake.  Everything I imagined was no more.

I went back to New York City. Lost myself, my essence, my core. Winter wore on me. The snow punished me. I longed for a place I truly didn’t love. Hell, I longed for everything and anything because nothing felt right, settled, joyful. I was in an abyss of limbotic thoughts and circular motions. A Barrett Bermuda Triangle.

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

Time passed. Fall turned into the harshest winter ever. Winter has begun to turn into the most welcomed spring. A rejuvenation, a birth, a proliferation of happiness and excitement has sprouted from the ground inside me. My personal new year has begun and I don’t feel like my old self again, but rather a new, more empowered, evolved self.

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

The sun has returned and with it comes a new course, a new plan, a new action. I see farther than I ever did in my own future. I see things I never imagined. I know now that all is not even close to lost.

I recognize that moving back for the hardest winter I have ever dealt with was to break me down, so I could build back up into a greater being. Find my new self. Be more than I thought I could be. My positivity simply hibernating, growing stronger for a new commencement.

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

For the first time in my life I have a better idea of what I want, where I want to go, and what I want to do. Sure, it still isn’t clear as glass, I’m still playing with ideas and I am beyond open to opportunities, but life seems more doable now. Optimism reigns supreme. Positivity flows. Excitement radiates.

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

I am ending a huge chapter. Putting the final punctuation on the first twenty-five years. Saying goodbye to an old friend. I look back with no regrets, fond memoires, and remembrance. I am holding on to my life-experiences, buckling up for epically amazing new ones and opening my heart even more for what is yet to come.

One quarter life down, who knows how many more to go.

Photo by Tony Duran

Photo by Tony Duran

Here’s to the first 25, the next 25 and then the 25 after and so on and so forth.

Posted on March 18, 2014 .
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IMAGINE: A TATTOO'S TALE

Imagine

A simple world that means so much. A seven-letter word I will always carry in my head, my heart and on my toosh.

Photo by Marco Ovando

Photo by Marco Ovando

Yes, it is real.

What may look like some slutty tattoo actually holds a lot of meaning for me in my life journey. It was something secretive for me to share with only those I chose, but in lieu of a recent photo-shoot, and my mission to make the world more understanding, I chose to bare it all. Share my secret. Share another story. Share myself.

When I was six, my mother, who is one of my heroes, fell gravely ill. She like so many women went in to give birth to my sister, and decided as a grown mature individual to have her tubes tied. Something simple they said. It was not. Complications arose and seven years later, through doctor visit after doctor visit we were left guessing what had happened. I could go into great detail about what it is like to be six and know your life has changed forever, but its probably best not to for the sake of my mother and the sake of your interests. All you need to know is that my mother, after years and years, eventually bounced back as best as she could, but not without many obstacles.

I will share that from that moment on, I knew I had to be different, mature, sensitive, caring. Look beyond what I saw, and remember that everyone has a story to tell. Simple mundane problems couldn’t matter, and I had to be “a big brave dog.” A phrase I have used since I was young to remind myself, “I can do anything.”

You may say, sure that’s nice and all, but how does this translate to the word imagine on your ass?

Photo by Marco Ovando

Photo by Marco Ovando

Well, when I was 15 my mother surprised me with a ring for no reason. It wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t a holiday. It was just another day. I don’t really remember anything else about that day except the ring. It was a silver band with the word “imagine,” engraved into the front of it.  It was part of a John Lennon collection, thus the back of the ring had engravings of his self-portrait and signature. Simple. Elegant. Sacred.

I have always loved The Beatles and think John Lennon is a true icon, but to be honest the ring was more about something intimate, special, unique between only my mother and I.

Two years later she gave me two more pieces from the collection, but there will always be something special about that first ring. The start of it all. The meaningfulness.

I knew since she gave that ring to me that I not only wanted, but also had to have it with me always. A tattoo. A promise. Permanence.

When it would happen was fated in the stars.

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Fast forward to my freshman year of college at NYU. April 9, 2007. I was booked up in my advanced writing class with a professor, who was a Slam Poet South African Hippie Masterpiece. She was discussing some cool notion of life and started saying, “Imagine blah blah blah.” I blacked out. All I heard was ‘imagine.” In that moment I knew I had to get my tattoo.

After almost 5 years of waiting, the stars had aligned, and it was time. I turned to the girl next to me, who I knew had tattoos, asked where she got them, and booked it back to my dorm the second class was over.

I rushed to my best friends room, told her I wanted to tell her something. She said she had something she wanted to tell me. After five minutes of us bantering back and forth like idiots, asking the other to share their story first, she finally caved and said she wanted to go get her tattoo. It was destined.

I called my mom, told her it was time. I sent her an email with a few variations of the tattoo. Different fonts, sizes, uppercase, lowercase. This tattoo was for her. It was hers to pick.

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Then came the decision of where it should be. Without hesitation she picked where you can or cannot see my tattoo. It was the final piece to the puzzle. A spot that would be covered for most of my life. I would forget I have it most of the time. It would be covered by underwear for photo-shoots, by bathing suits at the beach and in general just covered. But what makes this spot so special is that it is where Barbie Dolls get their Mattel stamp. An iconic doll my mother had collected since she was a girl.

I would forever be my mother’s Barbie.

What felt like only 5 minutes of a cathartic pain and it was done. I was inducted into the majority of the US population, tattoo nation, inked. There is something very intense mentally about knowing you are inflicting a type of pain onto yourself for something you want so badly. It is addictive for some, healing for others. For me it solidified my being, my mother’s love and my love for my mother.

April 9 was the day I would be permanently marked, and it wasn’t until after the tattoo, when the excitement wore off some that I had realized it was the day before my mom’s birthday. It truly was all encompassing. Poetic. Full.

The tattoo was a way for me to always have that ring and what it stood for with me. Something I wanted with me forever.

Sadly, when I was a senior in college it did what it likes to do in NY and it snowed. I ended up having a snowball fight with some of my fraternity brothers on the way to a bar and in the midst of the cold, my fingers shrunk, and my ring flew off into the abyss of white.

I lost my ring. It killed me. I even went back to the scene of the crime a few days later when the snow had melted and looked for it. It was gone. However, there was a sense of calm about me the whole time because I reminded myself I would always have the ring with me through my tattoo.

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It has now been over ten years since I got that ring. Almost eight years since I have had my tattoo, and countless more life experiences. This simple word has reminded me to look beyond what I see. Look past myself. Be grateful. Imagine.

It is a great reminder right now as my mother now faces another battle, one that will test her yet again. I know she is a fighter, but that doesn’t make it less scary. Any easier. I just know that as long as I imagine, she will be with me from now until forever, and she will continue to overcome the boundaries thrown at her.

While you may see a kind of risqué tattoo, I see a message. A reminder. A story.

Photo by Marco Ovando

Photo by Marco Ovando

I hope you remember to dream, love and more than anything else in the world, imagine.

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Posted on March 4, 2014 .
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