Habits: the elephant in the room

Originally posted via zappurcopy.com on October 15, 2020 / By JZapp Bizz Wizz-dom / 6 Comments

Note: this article then went on to be significant chapter content in one of my latest books: Age of Aquarius (https://www.amazon.com/author/zapp)

Who knew? That life was really… all about habits. Who knew that life was NOT ABOUT, looking for anything outside of ourselves, but right with, ourselves instead. The tiny little micro moves you make all day, every day, one day at a time… all add up, to bake the big fat cake called: YOUR LIFE. Was it the little bird… who said that? No, it wasn’t, cause NO ONE said it.

No one ever taught us any of that magic in first grade. And I am almost certainly sure that no one taught us that growing up the ladder either. Not that I recall anyway. I am quite sure, I woulda been much better off, if someone had passed on that little secret nugget sooner. And, “brush your teeth,” “comb your hair,” “clean your room,” “do your homework…” doesn’t quite hit the mark I’m referring to.

Who knew? Well somebody did, I reckon, cause they published a book on the topic. In the 90s, (actually it was published in 1989), I do recall a book on the N.Y. Times Best Seller List called: “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People” by Stephen Covey. https://www.simonandschuster.com/books/The-7-Habits-of-Highly-Effective-People/Stephen-R-Covey/9781982137137

The reason why I remember this so well, is cause I was 15, & I just got my very first job at this “Staples” kind of place called: “The Paper Cutter.” I had the job pretty much all 4 years through high school. We had an entire book department like a Barnes & Noble. I was the the luck dog employee to have to get up early every Saturday morning to punch in & do the N.Y. Times Best Seller “book changeover.” It was actually great!

I felt special & privileged to update The Times list every week. Besides, it was a perfect clock crusher. Before ya know it, it was lunch break… or more like, a Doritos, Snapple, smoke a bowl & cigarette break 🙂 (talk about habits…lol). Ode to my teenage self. I was a total book obsessed teenager who “collected” everything I could get my hands on that was interesting & enchanting. I pretty much knew the Best Seller list by heart for those 4 years. lol

“All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten,” by Robert Fulghum… was another book that never strayed from the list back then, circa 89-92. But, the book about HABITS… that book floated between #1 & #5 for the longest time. Matter of fact, present day, the Simon & Shuster website says this: “New York Times bestseller—over 40 million copies sold.
The #1 Most Influential Business Book of the Twentieth Century” Hmmm, wonder why?

Well… because the big fat elephant in the room, is why. You know that old saying from the Bible or what not: “you can tell a person by their fruits…?” My grandfather used to say, you can tell a person by the company they keep. Well, to be honest, you can truly tell a person by just one little thing: THEIR HABITS.

Habits can either make or break ya. Habits decern your fate & future. Habits decide your health & hygiene. Habits determine your mood & attitude, your growth & expansion, your wealth & status. Habits facilitate your progress or NOT, your success or NOT. Habits set the standard, set the stage, tune your vibe, establish your frequency, fashion your flow, direct your path, paint your canvas, decorate your day. Habits fuel your energy level, fortify your presence, dial in your impact & influence. Habits wind up being the thing in place that thus attracts associates, partners, friends, important players… who in effect, you will find have very similar ones. This is no coincidence.

Habits make the man (or woman)… as they say. Not the shoes, jacket, designer bag, or fly tie… the HABITS. The secret ones, the not so secret ones. The default ones, the deliberate ones. The trusty ole standby ones, the new improved (most likely) more beneficial ones. What you do when no one is looking… COUNTS, I have news for ya. The outdated antique falling apart habits with mildew & moth holes… these HAVE GOT TO GO!

Habits can indeed be outgrown. Habits can be formed or unformed in the blink of an eye. “Habits are important!” Is actually an understatement. Habits are KING. Not secondary, but PRIORITY. Habits are what you are made of. If you were a cake, & you had to list your ingredients… it would be your habits. I like cake analogies.

Today’s TO DO:

NOTICE your habits. PAY ATTENTION to your micro moves.

Then, each time you observe one… gauge your first instinct & break out this handy checklist:

  1. Does this habit feel dense & heavy (3D) or light & free (5D)?
  2. Does this habit serve my highest good?
  3. Does this habit align with my values?
  4. Is this habit a good investment? (of my time)
  5. Is this habit keeping me stuck or moving forward?

In order to be HIGHLY EFFECTIVE, like the book title says, we must have HIGHLY EFFECTIVE HABITS. It’s a pretty simple formula. Not rocket science, a first grader would get it. This nugget is well over due.

Check yourself today!

What’s in your wallet?

#HighlyEffectiveHabits

are in mine!

#MicroMovesMatter

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Ode to Faux Friends

Greetings fellow people of hot vax summer of ’21. I have been holding onto this for quite sometime. Welcome to this moment of truth!

  • Not having the luxury of a second set of eyes that cared enough to chime in
  • Not having the luxury of feedback, reviews, likes or shares around my work from ANY PERSON that I know or thought I had a rapport with
  • And also, not having the luxury of anyone I am acquainted with, READ MY BOOKS (not that I am aware of anyway, now that I’m not front & center in the restaurant business)

HAS SHOWN ME… one: I have managed to dissolve, disengage & basically shed every single relationship I ever had, to the point where absolutely no one in this world feels they have any allegiance to me what-so-ever (that’s an odd position) two: it’s not over til it’s over, I’m definitely not quitting now, three: sooner or later the Universe will reach me through complete strangers. Thank God for small favors.

Apparently, good deeds & good constructive criticism only come from random people I don’t know, in my case. And, after asking for feedback from literally HUNDREDS of people I do know or am somewhat acquainted with… I got nothing. Radio silence, except for ONE review from my ex boyfriend’s mom, who appears to be my #1 fan. Turns out, I don’t have friends… or family or what you would call a “support system.” Because if I did, I would at least have a handful of reviews without having to chase people or hunt them down. Right?

That said, for lack of any evidence to the contrary, I am going to have to rely on strangers from now on. However, don’t be surprised if I start to reach out personally to you or anyone I think can still rate or review my books in good faith.

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I celebrate everyone’s posts, photos, families, breakthroughs, big moves, pregnancies, babies, kids, new relationships, engagements, weddings, announcements, anniversaries, trips, vacations, graduations, special days, & landmark moments.

Well… THIS IS MINE, people, in case you haven’t noticed. I never got to have any of the typical aforementioned things really, & I am okay with that, but for god’s sake. It’s a little disheartening to say the least. I may not require validation from others, but just because a person is evolved, secure & loves themselves, doesn’t mean they can’t call a spade. Whatever happened to support from the community or neighborly wisdom? It only takes a minute to leave a rating or review or a comment.

That said, thanks to a dude from a zoom room in a webinar I was attending on optimizing Amazon books sales, did I even NOTICE my COVERS, were completely subpar. Like, way below a level of excellence. So obviously in fact, that I was in shock I didn’t even notice all this time. 

Turns out, judging a book by its cover is 100% en vogue. People absolutely DO… go off first impressions. Your teeth, the kind of shoes you wear, car you drive, or how unkempt your bathroom, bed or kitchen might be. Let’s not sugarcoat. Covers MATTER. Big time. Not like in an extreme superficial way, but in a way that only makes sense.

The meat, the flavor, the content of character, the mind, the soul… yes. But, there is an unmistakeable alluring intrigue to what encases them. The essence of the within should be represented without with a certain degree of delicate equivalence. After all… the face, body, package, casing or cover, is what engages us first. It is what draws us in, speaks to our feels & advertises the goods. “We do indeed, eat with our eyes.” Said every good chef I ever worked with.

All this time I have managed to not be the slightest bit privy to certain really important details. It’s kinda embarrassing & almost seems like a big fat cruel joke that I have been in the dark all this time. And it’s no one’s fault per se… it was just not the right time. But, for the record… the content of character that these books exemplify deserves a casing that matches… 10-fold. Better late than never, I guess.

I suspect I have been somewhat consumed (ya think?) & rather distracted by all the extreme focus it takes to build a worthy enterprise. Writing, editing, publishing, recording, marketing, creating content, a channel, website & podcast, attending classes, modules, workshops & webinars, doing consciousness upgrades, energy activations, & clearing the karmic cache… is no small feat.

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With all that said, I don’t just write books, I write revolutionary game changers that can potentially change lives for the better in a monumental way. I believe there is a great need for the poignant perspective that my books provide… or else, I would be a fool to put forth so much time & effort towards something potentially irrelevant. I would be a fool to believe in something potentially futile or fruitless. I would be a fool to promote something that possibly contained the ramblings of a self-absorbed, unenlightened, dull & uninteresting played-out perspective. 

I would be a sitting duck for “dud-dom,” where all vanity projects go to die. Where the relics of every single thing done in vain, lie in a final resting place of never going anywhere or reaching anyone. The failed projects graveyard, if you will. I would be chasing some kind of pipedream that was never a real possibility in the first place. I’d be the poster child for dumbass.

Well… that’s simply not the case here. I didn’t compose books out of thin air, for my simple satisfaction, to fill up some void writhing with neediness, to prove I am worthy of some semblance of some sort of success to show up the naysayers, to exonerate my inner child or to escape from some mundane lonely life I miscreated.

No. I channeled the books from a Divine force, the same one that created you, me, the earth, sea & sky. I have been at this for quite some time, like since I was a kid. I do what I love & love what I do at this point. It’s passion & purpose that drives my plight. My WHY is to liberate the human community one book at a time, (and to also live worry free with a few extra cats for the rest of my life in the island beach bungalow with my name on the deed… so I can host killer weekend retreats). This isn’t a hobby or side gig. This is my life’s work.

I may indeed not have a support system, a family that gives a hoot, a couple of really great kids I raised that folks praise me for, or a team behind me working hard to make this happen. I may indeed be singlehandedly pouncing to new heights all by myself. But, I have a bunch of spirit guides & Angels guiding me through all this. These books weren’t written for any other reason than to serve mankind to the fullest extent of cosmic law. All who are meant to receive the unique & valuable bountiful blessings they bring… may you come forth now & tap below. And leave some godamn reviews, thanks. Namaste. 🙂

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Ode to thee Old Drunk Archetype

I’ve never been one to boast or brag, but, I have been alcohol-free for one whole year, today. If you would like to read how that originally transpired, & also catch a gritty glimpse into the rest of my whole life story in an entertaining chapter trio… tap on the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08TQ7F2CB for book, e-book or audio. The following poem is an excerpt from “The Age of Aquarius” chapter 7: What Tipping Point?

Ode to thee Old Drunk Archetype

No more loose boundaries, or unsolicited hookups I regret. No more being the bodacious buzz girl just hanging out to party or see how far the party can get. No more loose purse strings, blowing my tip money on shots for the whole bar… twice. No more loose lips, drunk texting, drunk posting, being way too friendly & way too overly nice.

No more saying things I didn’t mean. No more blacked-out moments I swore were just a dream. No more finding out later all the snide comments I made the night before. No more smoking weed until I’m not in Kansas anymore. No more white lines from weird guys. No more dumb decisions, or risky rides. No more letting bad behavior slip or slide. No more looking over my shoulder, having to run, duck or hide. No more scarfing down 2am pizza or bumming a dirty smoke. No more waking up with crazy cuts or bruises or thinking life is such a joke.

No more middle of the night fridge raids, or 1000 calorie binges. No more being slumped over the side of my bed parched with my door half off the hinges. No more waking up with a bunch of names & numbers in my phone I don’t even know or recognize. No more uncomfortable days where I can see my mortality in the mirror, my age in my hands, & a big fat ice pack across both eyes.

No more losing my keys, an earring or a shoe. No more in a panic looking for my purse & phone, tearing up everything for a clue. No more waking up with a guilty conscience, & a bunch of mysterious regrets. No more waking up with a pounding headache, in a bunch of cold clammy sweats.

No more red wine stains, or sticky stuff in my hair. No more crumbs & candy wrappers strewn without a care. No more racking my brain to figure out what exactly went down. No more wondering how I wound up all the way on the other side of town. No more letting the night get away from me or the day disappear. No more blackout disaster areas in my house, knocked over lamps, broken plant pots & spilled warm smelly beer.

No more next day blues in hungover city where I pretty much lose an entire day, or three, to recover my soul. No more struggling hungover workdays that feel like a square peg in a round god-ding-it hole. No more mornings still drunk from the night before. No more hair of the dog smoothies for breakfast while I sit crashed on the floor.

No more need for secret stashes, airplane bottles or wine boxes in my trunk. No more do I need a drink to relax, unwind, get loose, or get pumped. No more do I need a drink to deal with the grind or cope. No more do I need a drink for liquid courage, peace or sleep… that would be a, nope!

No more anxiety, worry, or secret guilt do I harbor because I feel like I can’t handle life without a buzz. No more compromised self-worth because of that, & pretending to be just fine, when I really feel like scuzz. No more buffering my true feelings. No more drinking my cares away. No more excuses. No more explanations. No more being comfortably numb all the live long day.

I have a new buzz now. It’s way better. It’s not temporary. It’s definitely here to stay. It doesn’t make you numb or not fun or have consequences that make you pay. It doesn’t take prisoners or produce casualties, & it doesn’t cost a thing but a choice. Choose wisely. Choose LOVE. No matter your fix or vice, if you still have a heartbeat, you still have a voice.

Use it!

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Motherless: Ode to Mother’s Day

Elegance, sophistication, beauty & grace. Charming, generous, selfless, & kind. Everybody loves the ring of all those words. They seem applicable to a woman in your life who you admire or simply: a mom.

A MOM POEM

The steadfast ally, your hero, support staff, or even a sorta saint. The lady who loves you through all your shit, makes sure you always have a birthday cake & that you’re never a minute too late. On the sidelines, always a phone call away, the only one who outlasted every phase of your life. Where home always is, with a spare bedroom just in case you’re on a sorta strike. The person who knows your favorite things, & reminds you of who you are when you forget. Who digs up fun memories, tacky Xmas ornaments ya made in 3rd grade, when you were once the teacher’s pet.

The one who remembers all those special moments when you were small, who makes sure you sit up straight, suck it in & stand tall. Who keeps your pantry filled with emergency chips & cookies for that rainy day. Who knows how a home-cooked meal & a little retail therapy goes a long goddamn way. Who knows just how to cheer u up or cheer u on. Who has that keen sensibility to always tell when something may be wrong. What a special brand of human, a mom. Nothing could ever compete or compare to that lovely special sacred bond.

Elegance, sophistication, beauty & grace. Charming, generous, selfless, & kind. These words sound sweet, nice, delightful & warm. There is no mistake about them. No margin for error. No second-guessing their intent. They are safe honest words. Words that politely smile. Words that give that reassuring wink. Words that do a little curtsy, make ya feel good, even tickled pink.

If a son or, daughter, in this case, can recite any of those words aloud regarding their own mother & mean it, what a true gift! This should never be taken for granted. Because… not everyone can do that. Consider yourself lucky if you can, privileged even, & wealthy beyond measure. Not all moms are gems. In fact, some are just the opposite.

That said, do you know what word single-handedly kills the mood? A word that feels cold, callous, cruel, unkind, uncaring, & unforgiving like a brutal drought, famine or plague? The word: motherless. There it is, all by itself in its puddle of piss. The word even hurts to write, think or say. As if it is even possible to need a word for such a thing. But, unfortunately, it is, on all too many occasions. What a sad state of affairs… being abandoned, thus motherless.

Everyone needs their mom to love them, accept them, nurture them, encourage them, care & be there. Young, old, doesn’t matter what age, a person never outgrows the tenderness of unconditional love. A mom is that one person you can count on to be your biggest fan, secret Santa or perfect gal pal. Your mother is supposed to be the one person you trust, who won’t ever be gone for too long. A girl, a young lady, a woman… needs her mom. All of us need an “Attagirl!” once in a while.

But, unfortunately, some of us do not have that luxury, & not because of a death. But because of deliberate estrangement, which is worse, as far as I’m concerned. My mother, her sister & brother were abandoned by their mother & so I guess that explains why history repeated itself. It’s in the DNA of this family for the women to abandon their children & family for that matter. My mom’s sister, also, an abandoner of sorts. Special thanks goes out to the grandmother I never knew, for setting the stage, setting the standard, & setting in motion a twisted traumatic trend that sailed all the way into the 21st century. She owes me… an apology.

But, I’m beginning to think it’s just better this way. I realize now that I have become a better person without my mother. The insidious damage she inflicted in my youth is finally healing itself. It took 40 long effed up years. And just when I dared to think the coast was clear… more damage incurred, & it took 5 more years. Better late than never, I guess, for my sake. I’m still young enough to have a life. Maybe now I can actually proceed to get on with it & have some sense of normalcy. Like a family or partner maybe, that actually sticks around & CARES? That would be a welcome change. I can’t say that forgiveness is ever easy. It’s not. But, you push & push & push the pain until it goes out the other side. Gradually time heals the injustices of it all. For the most part anyway. Can’t say it ALL magically disappears though.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the motherless people out there, who watch Diane Keaton movies or whatnot, to pretend. Those of us who cringe on Mother’s Day & feel the pit of despair when social media floods with all these perfect mom moments. I get it. You are not alone. I am an adult orphan too. And even though I have only mothered animals in this lifetime due to this flawed lineage, it counts. So happy Mother’s Day to all the pet parents out there too, cheers to you on this day. And salute! To all the “birth moms” too, who were fortunate enough to have the luxury of open adoptions, or not. I’m a birth mom… & we sure do count. And, let us give a proper UN-tone-deaf shout-out to all those whose mothers are MISSING this year. Unfortunately, Covid took many precious lives & moms were a significant part of that demographic. The good news is… moms go to Heaven. That said, finally… God bless the mothers who just couldn’t figure it out enough to show up properly or show up at all. Mother’s Day is for ALL OF US, God doesn’t discriminate.

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Addiction is Not a Disease: here’s why

I see stuff about addiction & recovery fly across the LinkedIn platform on occasion & they’ll each have well over 50,000 likes. Wow. Well, I’ve been clean from opioids & street drugs for over 10 years, smoke-free for pretty much 6-8 & now alcohol-free for 10 months. I’m what you call a survivor to the nth degree. Matter of fact, you can read all about my compelling story in my latest book.  (Age of Aquarius)

Regarding recovery, folks are getting 50,000 likes for being clean 2 months with a whole 50 square mile community rallying behind them for support, & I don’t so much as even get a phone call on my birthday one time a year. That said, I owe my optimal health to no one other than my own fortitude, integrity, self-discipline & drive to stay alive & thrive. I made choices on my own, at the end of the day, to stop abusing substances. I don’t have a support system, never really even did, other than “groups” once in a blue. Over the years, each time a rehab intake sheet would ask me if I had a “support system” in place for my after-care, I would lie. True story.

That said, I decided to take back my power all by myself, & embody my highest good once & for all. It took plenty of good hearty tries for it to stick, but, as you can see, I am evidence of why you should never give up. That said… I have thus earned the right to write articles like the following one. This article was written 3 years ago. I was definitely more rough around the edges then, but, the content here is so poignant & powerful, I think I might slip it into my next book, Part 3 of “The Trilogy of the Ages.”

The following, is the original text: (fasten your seat belt)

“It takes Demi Lovato to get a Narcan shot back to life for people to restart a conversation about addiction? What about Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Chris Cornell, Tom Petty, Michael Jackson, Shannon Hoon, Layne Staley, Scott Weiland, Whitney Houston, Prince & most recently, Anthony Bourdain… shall I go on?? R.I.P. sweet brethren

Do you know how many times I witnessed right before my eyes… an overdose, someone turn cold, turn blue, drop to the floor, eyes roll back, & First Responders were called to the scene to administer a Narcan shot to save their lives? DOZENS, on the streets of Philadelphia, daily, back in the 90s & early 2000s. Just last year… I found my 19 yr old neighbor keeled over dead from a fentanyl-spiked bag.

What about the 1000s right now, EVERY DAY across the country, dropping like flies, &/or selling their bodies & souls? These people are nameless, faceless, & go unnoticed every single day just because they are “insignificant citizens,” or laypeople, if you will. Dozens right this minute are shooting poison into their veins. Every second in America, kids are getting that deadly sweet rush from a little blue bag or a crushed up opioid pill. Heroin & opioid pills, subutex, suboxone, fentanyl patches, methadone are all one and the same, if ya ask me.

With all due respect… Demi Lovato takes one too many pills, & all of a sudden the news media & online community holds up candles & sets balloons free into the sky & then holds a god-damn conference on the “disease” of addiction & how it’s just like Cancer… but WORSE… they just said on GMA. Wow. What a misnomer, if I ever heard one.

Addiction is NOT A DISEASE. It’s a product of an unhealed society, war, a dysfunctional culture, poverty, low income demographics, a broken educational system, broken family dynamics, abused & mistreated children, cold closed hearts, malnourished souls & unhealthy consumption on all levels. Addiction is a mistake, that must be learned from in order to not repeat. Flawed behavior, flawed patterns & programs… that must be redirected & then rewired. Morbidly obese people feel the same irresistible propensity toward food that “addicts” do toward substance abuse. The only “disease” we should be addressing is the dis-EASE or non peace in the mind, heart, body & soul that resulted from various buried, built up, accrued reasons via past pains & past lives.

In the case of a person in the throes of an active addiction, the “wounded craving center” just so happens to have a louder mouth than the soul’s clear expression.

There is a very easy solution for the problem of addiction… CLEAR TOXIC KARMA, & rebuild from the inside out with SELF LOVE. What is self-love you ask? Well, we learn how to love ourselves properly & efficiently via developing a connection with our higher self. The problem with our society today, is that everyone seems to be “spiritually bankrupt” for all intents & purposes. The only true way to experience self-love is via having a relationship with our light bodies, not just our physical ones. We connect & develop this by learning how to meditate, not self-medicate. We learn mindfulness & gratitude, communion with nature, clean eating, Chakra recalibration, breath & body work, reconnecting with our Divinity.

{Calling all serial rehabers, “lifers,” addicts, keychain & coin holders, Twelve Steppers & the entire demographic of those in & out recovery like it’s a revolving door!}

IN A NUTSHELL: join a wellness center, a hot yoga class, get acupuncture, Reiki, a good massage. Heck… run a friggin’ marathon, join a gym, a dance class, a volleyball team. For the love of God… stir up those trusty endorphins!! Do your due diligence… walk the dog, clean the closets, get out to the park with the kids. Revisit all your half-baked projects, kick yourself in the ass & kick procrastination to the curb. Summon “the fight song” in ya, pursue your greatness, work with a holistic recovery center, shaman, coach, hypnotherapist or healer. Get some balls, get help, ween off the shit. Whittle down your desire, practice a little good old-fashioned self-discipline. CHOOSE to walk down a cleaner path. CHOOSE different people, places, & things. How do ya eat an elephant? One bite at a time. One day at a time.

Relapses happen. So what. Getting up every time we fall, is what MATTERS. One day you just won’t fall ANYMORE. Score!

Why? Cause ADDICTION IS NOT A DISEASE. It is a symptom of a malfunctioning mind that must be rebooted, like you would a computer. If a person wants to be free enough from the merry-go-round of fruitless addiction… They can CHOOSE to walk along a different path. No one is CHAINED to an addictive disposition. Just because nature, nurture, mental illness, depression, criminal behavior, indigence, a bad marriage, bad parents, bad habits, self-pity, or poor education, hygiene & nutrition play a role in keeping a person stuck in a negative pattern of weakness… doesn’t mean an obese person cannot lose weight with diet & exercise. An addictive personality can retrain the brain just as well… if they seek to.

No one said it was a walk in the park, sunshine & daydreams, ice cream cones & lollipops… everything in life is a process, but it sure as shit pays off in the end, & definitely beats hitting rock bottom like a dumb ass every time the high wears off. Come join the grown-ups… we have fun too. Our fun doesn’t crash or withdraw.

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Reason, Season, or Lifetime: ode to floating flowers

“The road to relationship hell, is paved with charming people who haven’t worked on themselves yet.” —Jillian Turocki

People who love you, AKA: friends, will not insult your character. Friends shouldn’t be tone-deaf to each other’s plight, passions, projects, or purposes. People who love you don’t secretly compete with you, control, belittle or bully you, or only keep you around to satisfy their own diluted sense of self.

People who love you should know you enough to not make “accidental” slights or indirect insinuations, secret or vocal assumptions, judgments, or unconstructive criticisms. People who do any of that, have trouble loving themselves & so the easiest way to dull the pain is by “cutting…” those closest to them. BEWARE.

That said, there are people who are simply gone from my life in all the ways. Any lingering long-distance relationships I may still have, are all on their last leg too. Friendships must be nourished to stay alive just like anything else in this 3D time & space reality we have been accustomed to calling “life,” for quite some time.

I am pleased to report, that after many lifetimes here, experiences galore & the karmic quilt of wisdom & enlightenment I have woven & managed to carry through even the darkest moments, some things actually ARE predictable. The 3D reality is much like a police scanner. If you pay attention to the landscape, you will know exactly how to respond. Some things are just always gonna be math & science, logic & factual type evidence.

Here’s one: If no QUALITY TIME is spent on a project, or invested in the dream or venture, all prospects will wind up dead in the water. Floating… like a lifeless flower plucked & stuck on a river rock just withering in the sunlight instead of growing in it. Here’s another one: in order for relationships to thrive, grow, be beneficial & wielding something that blesses the world, the neighborhood, community, or a family… that relationship must serve both parties equally.

In the realm of relationships, there must be a mutual understanding, where needs are met, & reciprocal conversations take place. And if any disagreements should arise, the relationship should rightfully have the where with all to diplomatically hear both sides, air grievances without vitriol & be willing to understand why the other party feels disrespected. If two people, friends, lovers, family members, can not agree by default to be proactive in each other’s life on a regular basis, then that is not a friendship or relationship. It is a mere floating flower about to sink at any time.

That said, I have so many floating flowers around me at this juncture. I actually feel like I am naked in a dark, murky lagoon. Barely keeping my balance on slimy rocks, I feel like I’m being baptized by the rushing river rapids while all the once pretty, now wilting flowers gather in lily pad formation around me for one final feeding. Thus I say my last words to them before the salamanders skip across them & the hot morning sun burns them off into the deep.

My last words: hope you find what you are looking for. Life is indeed what you make it. The joy is actually in the journey. The quality of a friendship depends on BOTH parties. I got news for ya: participation is a requirement in order for things to grow. A random one a month, or year, only on holiday, TEXT does not suffice in the book of friendship etiquette. And… the definition of compromise… is not “your terms.” Thanks for teaching me the lessons I needed to love myself more & move forward freer & more whole.

Turns out, most people ya meet in life are just for that very reason, to teach you how to love yourself more fully. People on your path show up for a reason, season, or lifetime. For me personally, “lifetimes” are hard to come by, especially when ya don’t even have a sibling or parent or whatnot that you can say you are ” stuck” with, lol. I’m an adult orphan in every sense of the word. And, I bet that even though social media hasn’t gotten famous off orphans, I’m sure there are a lot of us. Shout out to ya…

And finally, shout out to all the sinking flowers. May you find the school of fish you are seeking.

One,
JZapp

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Stern and Snapple: winning combo of ’92

In 1992, I was 17, I just graduated H.S in the Spring. That Fall, I started commuting to my local community college for classes that I was working to pay for via a shitty job I had at the Clover Snack Bar.

Fun Fact: I eventually got fired, & taken out of the store in handcuffs, cause I was stealing out of the register the entire time I worked there. I never rang up hot dogs, lol.

I tripped on Acid every weekend, I was fat, unhappy, & smoked a pack a day of Marlboro/Winston/Parliament/Camel… you name it. We stole cartons from the Mobil station where my boyfriend worked the graveyard shift. I drank Snapple from Wawa like it was going out of style. And, school cafeteria cheese fries were a really crappy habit I kept even after HS.

That said, I think it’s kinda funny that underneath it all, my soul still had a secret longing even then, to do exactly what I’m doing NOW. Weird. My major was: Video Production. My roster for that semester was Audio Production class, Video Production 1, English Comp 1, Creative Writing, & a new class they were offering that year: “Writing for the religious & spiritual market,” If that ain’t uncanny.

I drove to school reluctantly every morning on windy back roads watching the misty layer of dew rise from the Bucks County fields of gold & green. My tin can of a car was an ’85 Ford Escort 4 cylinder hatchback with 4 different tires. And I DIY installed a rad CD player I pulled out of some beater in the local junkyard.

Every morning bright & early, I’d be whipping around bends, pounding coffee saturated with Equal packets & listening to the old faithful: Howard Stern in the morning. Thank God for “Baba Booey,” sidekick Robin’s kooky laugh… & Stern’s anything but PC raunchy attitude. It seriously got me through the trying, dark, shadowy days I found myself clawing to escape from back then.

I was so unhappy. My life was a serious drag, I hated my mom, my home life was beyond toxic. My dad was in his cued-up prescription pill dreamworld of sorts, paying for his new wife’s college education instead of mine. My boyfriend & I knew then we were growing apart, but managed to still stay together 7 MORE years after that. Don’t tell me that’s not totally insane. I really truly believed that the only way out was to just one day hopefully keel over. And that’s exactly what happened, lol.

I had a sharp pain strike me in the middle of an evening class up in the bleacher seats of the giant theater-like classroom & it nearly knocked the wind right out. I had no idea what was happening. So I actually raised my hand, & asked to be excused. We had no cell phones or anything, so I then rushed myself to the local ER. Turns out that I got there just in the nick of time, because I happened to be minutes away from my appendix almost bursting.

Over the years, I had sometimes wished it woulda just done so. Cause after that… they operated successfully, I eventually made a full recovery & then went on to have the most challenging life ever. I have had trials & tribulations that far exceed a movie. I’ve been to hell & back. And somehow, I managed to land on my feet like a cat. It’s quite odd.

I sometimes still feel like that chubby teenager with Tastykake crumbs in my lap, slurping coffee to Stern with a cigarette fastened to my lower lip. But I am not. I’m a book writer now… for a market that is well beyond religious & spiritual. It’s 30 years later, & New Earth is dawning, for godsake. Who knew? lol

I was inspired to write this blog, because I am about to record Audio Book versions of my books this month. I built a makeshift studio in my apt & I’m attempting to master the audio tech I SHOULD HAVE mastered in 1992, if I wouldn’t have dropped out of college. But, oh well, thats the way the Tastykake crumbles. 🙂

At this stage of the game, circa Age of Aquarius 2021, there is nothing I want more in this life at this time than my books to go viral. And this: I shall make happen, in one way or another, fam.

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JZapp

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Jenay Zapp is an Independent Author who had been the “starving artist” archetype most of her life. Currently, a “school of hard knocks” graduate with a master’s degree from “thug life Institute” she managed to miraculously survive seemingly unscathed. A product of a dysfunctional childhood, her self-worth was starving in every direction while all her shining potential was being continuously suffocated by a plethora of unresolved karma, unhealed trauma, anger, sadness & fear. She played the role of “only child,” abused, abandoned, wounded, troubled kid, & rebellious teen, who then went on to be the bipolar addict, scammer, thief, hooker, sugar baby, party girl, drunk driver, & escape artist. This resulted in the archetypes of inpatient, inmate, convict, parolee, loner, orphan, victim, survivor. Then she went on to be the almost mother, wanna-be wife, other woman, & scorned woman. She was the gig worker, cleaner, clerk, dead end job employee, struggling service industry staff/stressed-out Sous Chef. Then her one last-ditch effort was the wounded healer, lonely lightworker, emotional empath, broken poet, pseudo boss babe, & aspiring millionaire. “Poor me” another glass of “whine.” You name it.


Then one day in year 2020 at age 45 there was a world pandemic & all restaurant workers were laid off. She made an executive decision to become completely 100% free of meat, dairy, drugs, alcohol, smoke, processed food, toxic relationships, unhealthy choices & unnecessary habits. Micro organizing everything from online folders to sock drawers, she trimmed all fat, cut out all drama, mindless chatter, & superfluous engagement. She significantly minimized: consumption, plastic, waste, distractions, binge watching, binge shopping & binge eating, at which time she produced her two latest books. She has no family, no parents, siblings, friends, support system or partner to speak of. No one except her two cosmic cats & her Elite Team of Spirit Guides who work in conjunction with her to produce all projects. It looks like the refiners fire produced a gem.


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Tip Life: a long goodbye

Well, it took an entire whole year, this past one, to recover from the restaurant industry. I worked in it my whole life for the most part. The Clover snack bar at 17 was my first go of it. Then I was a McDonald’s burger flipper on the assembly line when I was 3 months pregnant in Bucks County Correctional Facility’s work-release program. I went to Culinary School eventually after a long crazy drug addiction & then I had a long crazy career front & back of house. This past year really gave me exactly what I needed to let go of all that. Change my identity. Free myself from all the stereotypes & archetypal personas I had to carry through all of it. Circa 2020 gave me the grace period to overcome. All the gunk accrued over a lifetime of late nights, non-slip shoes, beat-up feet, bags, circles & hangovers.

The restaurant business is the greatest place to have a wild ride & create the best memories you will ever have. Ya make best friends, collect a list of clandestine loves of your life, glide in & out of people’s charming little lives. You become family. They become yours. But there always comes a time when the party must go on without ya. That’s me now. And I gotta say, as much as I questioned it over & over again at first… I knew It had to be done. But the song didn’t stop playing until recently. It took every bit of a whole entire year to get over that love affair I had with the business. And gee, am I sure glad I had the courage & where-with-all to follow through. Because ya know what came of it? ALL THIS>>>

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“It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe

It don’t matter, anyhow

An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe

If you don’t know by now

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn

Look out your window and I’ll be gone

You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on

Don’t think twice, it’s all right…”

—-Bob Dylan

The Whistler

We have a whistler where I live. He paces around here in the mornings & whistles all kinds of stuff. I heard the national anthem yesterday via whistle… then some Rhiana song, lol. The guy has some talent. A whistler reminds me of the ending of a “Moonlighting” episode from back in the 80s. Bruce Willis & Cybil Shepherd famously had that taboo sorta romance that never actually materialized really. The plot writers just strung us along on a juicy tale of call me maybes… lol.

A whistler always reminds me of a play stage set in the pre-war 20s era. A guy in a jeff cap & suspenders exiting stage left with a see ya later whistle. A whistler makes me picture the end of an old detective movie even, when the mystery is solved… & the rogue detective disappears down the lonely street into the rising sewer pipe steam. Storylines for a whistle have endless possibilities.

Ya know what’s nice about a whistler? Ya can’t tell what color they are, gender, race, age, religion… a whistler is anonymous in a sense, just an echoing little reminder that we are all one brand of being… Human.

I live in the weirdest apartment complex ever, for real. And everybody who knows where I live, gets it. This is kinda gross, but there are like hundreds of people who live in buildings A-F on this property & it sure seems like every single one made a bet with each other to see who can hock the most spit. What is wrong with people? Zero class, zero consideration for others, just plain unsanitary. I literally do not touch any railings & tiptoe around here like I’m walking through a land mine most days. Dirty, messy, uncouth, unevolved, unhealthy, unwell people exist right in the backyard, folks.

Then… there is a huge community of feral cats here… like a hundred or so, which we all pitch in to feed, but that doesn’t seem to help. They still multiply despite our efforts to fix & spay. They fight at night, & when it rains here… the cat pee saturated ground lifts to serenade the senses with such an intoxicating aroma that I have to shut all my windows & doors. Not to mention, one lot over, there is a small “tent city” filled with mostly alcoholic homeless people who linger around the property like sad abandoned pets. All of it, breaks my heart, honestly. Poverty, hunger & homelessness exists right in the backyard, folks.

The guy downstairs wakes us all up every Saturday morning with INXS “Don’t Change” ON REPEAT, blaring out his wide-open apartment… over & over & over again, until he passes out I guess, & it gets all quiet all of a sudden. Some days it’s a whole “Heart” album & he drunkenly sings along with every song, it’s actually pretty legendary. But on the contrary, like a real live scene out of a Teen Scream flick… there is a young like 23-year-old girl who has screaming fits out underneath the steps sometimes. She screams bloody murder for like 2 hours straight like a horror movie actor. Cops eventually show up & they get screamed at too… it’s kinda funny. But not… cause there really is something seriously wrong with her. Depression, suicide, PTSD & major mental illnesses exist right in the backyard, folks.

There are a lot of random retired New Yorkers here, big wigs who aged out of the restaurant business living on social security, a bunch of retired truck drivers divorced & estranged from any semblance of family & a plethora of people who more than qualify for disability checks. EVERYONE has a story. My former next-door neighbor, this old strung out retired stockbroker from Bosten, used to tell me stories of being an errand boy for Whitey Bolger, back when he was a kid. One neighbor of mine, is the same age as Donald Trump, back in the day in NYC his highschool used to play Trump’s highschool in sports, lol. My other neighbor who since passed away… jammed with Eric Clapton a few times back in the 70s. Old, lonely, sad, abandoned, washed-out has-beens exist right in the backyard, folks.

Heck, an infamous retired old bank robber lived here once. A bunch of junkies & pseudo King Pins still do live here. The sex offender registry has quite a few hits on the apartment complex map, unfortunately. And if you look at the town’s mug shot page on the police blotter, you will recognize half of my neighborhood. It’s a little unnerving, lol. Criminals, con-artists, creepers, dealers & addicts exist right in the backyard, folks.

Thank god for “the whistler.” If it wasn’t for him, raising our attention to greener pastures around here, this place would definitely be a shade darker, lol. Every neighborhood should have one.

Maybe one day I will write a book on that.

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