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--------------------------------------------------------------- How to write a song on Meth Pushing past the limit, trippin' on hallucinogenics. â Singer-songwriter Matt Maeson wrote [Hallucinogenics](=) high on meth. The story goes that he was piss drunk at a house party when he noticed a bunch of people going in and out of a sketchy looking roomââhis curiosity got the better of him. He ventured in, was offered meth and the rest is history. Maeson would later say it was the greatest feeling he ever had... for about 17 minutes. To take the edge off the post-Meth depression, he took some Xanax and went back to his hotel room to lick his wounds. Maeson then wrote a song he would later call Hallucinogenics and passed out. Today, that particular song has 179 million streams on Spotify. It changed his life. While I sure as hell would never recommend you try meth, there is something to be said for altering your mind thoughtfully andââmore importantlyââsafely. If you're interested in dabbling in the world of psychedelics,[Schedule35]() is a trusted psilocybin brand that makes micro-dosing at sub-hallucinogenic levels seamless for writers, artists and entrepreneurs looking to enjoy greater control over their creativity. Today, Schedule35 is gifting The Process readers 15% off their first order with code âdreamlandâ at checkout. [TAKE A TRIP]()
--------------------------------------------------------------- The parachute will hold Trust in the process thenââjump â When we focus too much on the outcome, we tend to freak ourselves out. Take skydiving for example. The odds of dying in a skydiving accident are slimââfor every 100,000 jumps that take place each year, one ends in death. The odds of us dying canoeing are higher than us dying jumping out of a plane. Yet, despite this, most of us are terrified of jumping out of a plane and no amount of reassurance that we will live to tell the tale will make us feel any better about free-falling from 6,000 feet above the ground. In order to find the courage to jump, we must let go of the outcome and trust entirely in the process. We must trust in our instructor, our pilot, our gear and our training. We must trust that if we follow the process, good things will happen. Self-doubt surrounding ourselves and our work isn't unlike skydiving in that no amount of reassurance can relieve ourselvesââeven in the moments when the odds are in our favorââthe only cure is to let go of the outcome and trust in the process. [SCARED OF HEIGHTS](=)
--------------------------------------------------------------- Spend it all Writing advice from author, Annie Dillard â In [The Writing Life](, Annie Dillard offers up the following advice to the writer terrified of running out of words... âOne of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water.â Never be afraid to empty the well. [SHARE THIS](=)
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