A bunch of blah, with a little bit of where the hell I’ve been.


I’m not going to lie… I thought I’d never write another blog for the hell of it again. It’s been way too long. This type of shit always seems to happen, where I go days or weeks without writing.. But this time was different. I went months without blogging on this site. Disappeared without a note, nor any sign of return.

Looking back through the archives I can see there have been some excellent posts I made. I wrote a lot about being a positive person and chasing success and effort.

The break in the chain came in the real world beyond the keyboard where everything I wrote about was a crock of shit. Mr. Happy and Positive was slowly dying on the inside and nobody would ever know. You couldn’t tell and I wouldn’t let you that close anyway.

Going through the archives I know I’ve had this problem. It’s almost like a bipolar roller coaster of do and do not. Times I’m on fire throwing up multiple posts a week and there were times I fell off the flat earth. It is flat, right?

Lately I can feel the energy starting to come back. The energy that took me from nothing to something. Go back five or six years ago and my social media pages and blog pages were full of new content, new insights, new ideas and thoughts.. now.. I’m lucky if I can hear myself think. Life was thrown into the dryer for multiple cycles (Like 6 months) on high heat.

I melted.

Could it be laziness or was it, is it, depression? Fear? Lack of living?

Whatever it is, I want to be back.

This is my first attempt at climbing back up the mountain of content creation.. for you. To help in anyway I can.

Before I go, since this was only meant as a practice run to get the Muse running again, I want to share a few things I’ve learned over the year.

1. Nothing else matters except the love you have, give, and receive. Without love, we’re dead.

Love isn’t a brand new pair of Uggs or a brand new car or a raise at work. Love is kindness, gratitude, and happiness.

I realize now more than ever that I lack nothing in my life. Any lack I feel is because I’m not giving enough of what it is I feel I lack, or enough of what is inside of me. #ThankYouPaul

2. Stop wasting time trying to impress people.

We don’t care.


3. Life should be lived well under the means you have to live by.

Sure you can live in a fancy 4 bedroom house with rooms you never walk into, but do you really NEED it?

No. Stop wasting money on stupid shit to impress people.. see #2.


4. Adults need time outs.

Send me to my room and lock the door. Please. I need it.. for my health, my well-being, and my happiness.

The more we unplug and get away, the stronger we will feel, the happier we will be.

#AllWorkAndNoPlay #HiJack

5. Stop taking life so serious.

We’re way too serious. We walk around seriously. We talk to each other seriously. We work too seriously.

Stop it for the love of fucking goodness.

Send dick and fart jokes to your friends.

Grab some beers and dance like a dork.

Be a prankster like you were when you were 10.

Find humor in everything.

What do I know though.. I’m just a wannabe blogger who pretends to know what he’s thinking… and hasn’t been around this ye site in 6 months..

Have a super awesome day.. and remember…

Send dick and fart jokes to your friends.

Just A Moment in Time

Everything I owned was towed away and never seen again. The car I owned which housed all of my possessions was removed from the street it was parked on. No phone call, no warning, but inside, I knew it was coming. Inside the car was everything that really meant nothing, but it was my all. Towed away and never touched again.

Today, I wonder what happened to the things in the car. I only had one key, actually I still have it. So what did they do? Did they smash the window or use that tool the cops use when someone foolishly locks their keys inside? What happened with my things? Did the tow truck company have big black garbage bags and throw it all away, or did they slowly go through it, looking for money, or valuables, or to laugh at the pathetic crap I owned?

There wasn’t much. Maybe a few hundred dollars worth of baseball cards, a bible, a metal softball bat, a Tupperware container of underwear and socks, and some notebooks that I wrote my thoughts in. What did those thoughts say? Was my writing any good? Was something I wrote a magnificent poem of life as a homeless man? Feelings so strong and vivid that the reader tightly squeezes the book or sits staring for a few moments after they finished?

I don’t remember what I wrote in those books. But, the thoughts are gone. Out in the universe somewhere. Hopefully they helped someone. When my car vanished, a little part of me died. When you’re broke, at rock bottom, and left without a dream, you’re kind of a broken man. Although I could walk around with my head up, pretending I was tough and could smile it off, inside it killed me. The day I knew I was a loser was the day my everything was taken away.

But there I was, still standing. Head high, faking my emotions, pretending I could do this thing called life, and here I am now. Writing about the story in my own house, soon to be prepping for the week at my own gym, hanging out with my wife, daughter, and son. Freaky. Crazy. Insanity.

Dreams do come true. You just have to work your ass off to realize it. A fantasy world is wonderful and I often still visit mine. A world where I have everything I want, do all the things I want, where happiness floods the soul, and the sun shines beams of joy into the skin of life. Dreams do come true. You just have to want it more than anything else, even if that means letting go of all the past.

The freshness of a new beginning is exciting, but the feelings of the lost past hurt worse than the excitement. It takes a lot of courage and passion to fight through it and remain positive. It can be done. I did it. Somewhat, somehow, but that silver car, once with all of my life, now, is nothing more than a moment I experienced and the power it created is amazing. Here’s a short blog post that may reach a hundred people or so. All from the experience of realizing I lost everything.

Losing everything taught me a novel of lessons. Ideas, thoughts, feelings, dreams, blueprints, and more. All created by a moment in time. A moment I never believed I could recover from, but it opened a whole new world and brought me the unexpected. Never would I have thought today I’d be writing this story, but I am and so I have to go with the flow.

The morning after I lost everything was an epic battle of do I continue this struggle or not? Why struggle for nothing? Why put up with the forces of nature that I forced on myself? My inner warrior woke up that day. The shaman warrior inside of my heart took control and created a new vision for my soul. That morning I knew what I had to do and I knew I was capable of it. Today, I’m glad I listened.

Getting Back to Writing

It’s been a rough year for me with writing. I’m not going to lie or make any silly excuse, except… I feel burned out. My life as Dad and a business owner has really gotten to me and it’s weighed me down for quite a long time. I often feel depressed because of my exhaustion but still push hard through it all.

Getting up at four in the morning isn’t easy. Especially after dinner is eaten close to nine at night. I’m lucky if I get five hours of sleep each night. For some people that is enough, but when beat down, it’s not. I lift heavy three or four days a week and train Jiu Jitsu as much as I can. Sleep is more important for me than it is for many others. The recovery that comes with that sleep is crucial for my well-being, and I don’t get it enough.

Hence, by being burned out, the first thing that went was my writing. The time I would spend writing went to either naps or just vegging into space in complete bewilderment. I often tried, sitting at the computer with my blog site open, to write.. only to stare lifelessly into the abyss of technology. Nothing came out it and I’d close the computer and feed my kids.

On days I wanted to write I’d open my blog site and write a fictional story about a man looking for answers in his Grandfather’s murder. Some times I would write a post about life, or fitness, or something and stop half way, stuck at a fork in the road. Instead of choosing a turn, I’d quit. Other days I’d try to write only to say to myself “I have no idea what to write about” or “Nobody wants to read this shit” and I’d quit again.

I’m trying to get back into writing. I’ve written five books, hundreds of blog posts, thousands of daily emails, and as of right now, I feel like I never wrote a day in my life.

My attention span seems pretty shitty as of late as well. Whatever though, because these excuses are just that, excuses. I can pick up my fingers and write something like “Go fuck yourself and stop being a whiny little bitch and start writing and keep going. Don’t quit because quitters are losers, blah the fucking blah blah.” and in doing so, it’s practice and practice helps make you better. Writing is something that needs to be done everyday to get better. You won’t be able to write, if you don’t write. Right?


I Went Camping and Realized We Got It All Wrong

Going camping and sitting by the fire really puts
a lot of life into perspective.

I realize how silly much of living actually is and
the addictions of society that suffocate our lives
show this is true.

We do a lot of dumb ass shit.

We run this rat race to nowhere and in doing so we
neglect the truly important things in life. We miss
out on growth experiences and once in a lifetime events
while we rush out the door at hours that are insanely
idiotic while forgetting to kiss our wives or husbands
and we tell our kids there is no time for “that”.

We waste so much on stupid stuff that doesn’t matter
only to sell it at a yard sale a few years later or
if you’re an asshole, you dump it on the side of the road.

We have houses and cars and expenses that don’t mean shit to
having a fun, good, happy life just so we can keep up with
the Joneses.

We have rooms in our homes that do nothing for happiness and
probably suck more good out of our lives than necessary, just
so we can show people, who mean nothing to our own happiness,
what we have.

We drive fancy high end cars that function no better than a quality
mid size sedan for half the price and deal with payments that contribute
to our unhappiness.

Many people rush through the week to get to the weekend so they can
drown their pity in drink or smoke and many people need some kind of
“punishment” to feel alive.

We’re the walking dead slithering through life with weight on our shoulders
that doesn’t need to be there.

We make our kids put so much information and experiences in their heads
that they can’t handle the pressure. We push our lack into them and try
to live vicariously through them.

All of this is truly meaningless, and counterproductive for a good happy life.

When camping there are only a few things. A tent, a chair, a cooler, and fire.

And it’s enough. It’s everything you need to have a good time.

Sure we need to work so we can earn money and support our lives but
it doesn’t have to be the majority controller of our time.

The best thing I ever did was eliminate all of the useless crap in my life.

I’m a simple man. I don’t need anything. I don’t need fancy gadgets or high end
crap that doesn’t add value to my life. I don’t need a new car every five years or
a big house with a manicured lawn and a swimming pool..

There are plenty of things out there that function as needed and nothing more.

I don’t have to acquire anything to make people like me or to show people I can keep up with their race.

Eliminate the useless, reduce your waste, cut your spending, and stop trying to measure yourself up to the people around you. Just be the real you.

Enjoy the people in your life who matter. You don’t need to get on your knees to impress someone. Get up.

How Little Wins Bring Big Results

Savoring the little wins in life and enjoying the little things can add up to a happy and successful life. So often we’re consumed with the big goal at the end of the tunnel we fail to see the small steps we’re making that are bringing us closer. When we don’t enjoy those small steps and little wins, what is the point? Why waste your life and time going through the motions if those little wins are passed by and not appreciated?

The small victories we have every day help make us into the stronger person we try so hard to become. The other day I successfully managed to give my son his medication when he needed it and kept his fever down while my wife was not home. Pretty easy of a thing to do, but for me, it’s a little win in being a good father. It eased my wife’s stress and comforted my son. Simple and small accomplishments like this add up. If you were to jump 15 years into the future and look back at the small things you’ve done, you’d see how they all played a major role in getting you where you wanted to go.

Nine or so years ago I was homeless and a loser. I didn’t quit though and I managed to work very hard at all of the small steps to get to a position where I’m finally comfortable with my life. It hasn’t been easy and the mental and emotional toll it’s taken far outweighs that of the physical effort needed to build a new life. Every day though I set a goal to have one win. That one win, repeated daily, would be the foundation I built to accomplish the things I have.

I haven’t spent much time writing lately. My mind was occupied elsewhere and my limiting beliefs made me believe it was too hard to write while juggling everything I have been. I decided to set a goal for one little win everyday regarding writing. One hundred and fifty words.

Set yourself up for massive success and great results by setting a goal to have one little win a day. Before you know each day will be filled with little wins. But by trying for one, you reduce stress and anxiety and break down giant tasks into simple steps.

Being A Strong Dad

Fitness should be an important part to everybody’s life. The more we participate in fitness activities, the better we’ll feel, the less fat we carry, the more energy we walk around with, the more testosterone men produce (and some lucky ladies will enjoy that) and the better our minds work. As a father, it’s important for me to be a strong man. Wanting to set an example for my children is one thing, but there is more to being a strong dad. Much of the writing on my blogs has shifted from nutrition and exercise over to our mindsets. The mindset we approach life with has a great effect on our realities.

For a father, our mindset will make or break our relationships with our wives and kids. Walk around with a negative attitude, some laziness, and no mindful approaches to healthy nutrition, and we can be sure to have problems in many areas of our life. Being a strong dad is hard work. We have work obligations, family obligations, and social obligations. The last thing we want to do with our free time is exercise. Eating healthy is hard for some men as well. Depending on where you’re located in the country and what your family history is, eating a proper nutritional diet can be a living nightmare. Some guys are used to burgers and fries or pasta and meatballs as everyday dinners. As busy Dads, we often forget to pack a lunch or just don’t want another damn salad, so we stop at the most convenient place for lunch.

At my gym, I train mostly women. From these women, I’ve heard numerous stories about how hard it is to get their husbands to eat a good meal and exercise. The women are exhausted by the end of the day and instead of eating a good meal themselves, they make whatever the house wants. This usually happens because their husband doesn’t want grilled chicken and salad with a side of asparagus. They just won’t eat it. Instead, they turn to quicker, and most likely processed, meals. Making three separate meals is out of the question. As a Strong Dad, we need to help these women and work on an agreement for better dinners.

Training is one of the greatest things we can do for our wellbeing and happiness. Finding the time to squeeze a workout in is hard. We have diapers to change, lunches to prep, and jobs we can’t be late for. Usually at the end of the day we have to get right back to those priorities and that is why exercise comes last. But it doesn’t have to and there are ways to make it happen. Lately, I’ve been fitting my workouts in between my evening or morning classes. Sometimes that means I have ten or twenty minutes. That’s okay. When we’re confined for time there are still ways to make a workout happen. Even if you can’t get to the gym.

At home, you can do something like this:

Squats for 20 Reps
Push Ups for 15 Reps
Lunges for 10 Reps each leg
Plank for 1 minute

And go a few rounds.

I’ve done that workout in the living room while watching my daughter enjoy a cartoon. You can also run through that quick bodyweight circuit in ten minutes- as soon as you wake up, right next to your bed. And, who cares if you’re sucking wind? Just do it and the next time, it’ll feel better.

Being mindful about our health and fitness can go a long way for the betterment of our lives. We’ll feel happier, more alive, motivated, in control, more confident, and the example we set for our wives and kids will have a huge impact on the choices they make. Exercise is hard and sometimes eating greens and dried meat sucks, but in the long run, the pros far outweigh the cons. Start slow. You don’t have to grab a Flex Magazine and get right into a five day workout routine. You can start with the small circuit above one day and then go from there. For nutrition, just try eliminating some sugar first and add a little more water. That one step will have a huge impact and it isn’t hard at all. Once you see and feel progress, make another change.

Remember, people follow leaders and in your home, you are a leader. A few easy to do steps and you’ll have your family on your back following your decisions while enjoying your new found happiness and confidence, and most importantly- your better health.

5 Tools I Used to Become Awake and Alive

My days used to be filled with complaining about the government. Calling rich people greedy crooks and blaming everyone else around me for all the trouble I got myself into. It wasn’t my fault, I thought, and I looked for anything to focus my sights on that took away my inner pain. I was foolish and slightly crazy for the way I lived and I used the excuses you see everyday on your Facebook Feed. It’s the government’s fault I don’t have a job. How am I ever going to get ahead when I’m taxed for almost half my money? Why oh why does this always happen to me?

To put it simple, my level of consciousness was at the point of survival and nothing more. My focus wasn’t on prosperity and abundance or entrepreneurship and fitness. It was focused on how to do I survive today, where is my next meal coming from, and why did I get the short end of the stick?

But inside I knew there was more to life than the pain I was putting myself through. See, all the hardships and pain I went through was all a mindset. I was broke because I had  a broke mindset. I hated rich people or people who “had their shit together” because my mindset was focused on hiding and not giving a damn. I created my life and people do the same each day.

It never ends, the cycle of pain we put ourselves through. Unless we educate ourselves and expand our minds. Once I realized there was more to life than complaining of being sick, tired, and broke, I realized that I could use my mind to change my life. And so it began, my journey to becoming awake and alive.

Once I got things back on track and had a few pep talks with people close to me, it was time to get to work. Without having a plan or a mentor to show me the way, I simply walked the first step and never looked back. Here are 5 things I used to help myself become awake and alive:

1. Books on Positive Thinking

Before I first opened The Secret and Think and Grow Rich, I didn’t know a thing about the Laws of the Universe or the Success Mindset. I was a lost cause just floating through a normal 9 to 5 life. My days were all the same. I would wake up, go to work, come home, and sit in front of the TV wasting my precious moments away. Passion and purpose eluded me up until my late twenties. I never even thought about it or knew such a thing existed. That’s until I started asking Google the question “why am I here?” Because I just wasn’t happy with the Groundhog Days of life.

These books and others on Positive Thinking opened my eyes to a whole new world and I jumped in with every ounce of energy within. I was flushing through these books one a week, sometimes two or three. My mind was expanding and thoughts and ideas starting racing around my mind. At first the excitement hid the pain but eventually it caught up. Here I was, 27 or 28 years old and after wasting 7 years of my life away hiding from the forces of nature, I come to find out that we are all capable enough and strong enough to live whatever lives we wish to fulfill.

It crushed me. But, I climbed to the next level of consciousness.

2. Nutrition & Exercise

As a former Fast Food Junkie who was once 60 pounds overweight, my nutrition was grease and my exercise was 12 ounce curls of watery beers like Miller or Coors Light. A climb up the steps and I was done, sweating, panting, exhausted. A shame for a young man to be so out of shape. A disgrace to my inner soul who always threw out the warning signs and hard questions, but an ego which refused to listen.

My unhappiness with my life always found a way to my gut. I looked down and was sadden by what I had become and I knew to ever live my life to the fullest, I had to get in shape. So immediately I went to work on cleaning up my nutrition and exercise and within two years I lost 60 pounds.

Some things that helped me were- 1. Writing Down my Nutrition Intake. 2. Staying Consistent with Exercise. 3. Realizing my pain of being fat was not acceptable any longer.

3. Writing

The more I learned, the more I read, the more my fingers went to the keyboard and the more I began writing. When I was a reclusive dumbass I used to write a little here and there. I wrote a short novella about Aliens and stuff once when I was depressed with my situation and lost it in a flood. The other stuff was feelings and thoughts of how fucked up I was. But when I started developing a higher consciousness I began writing about life, positive thoughts and actions, fitness, and more. The more I wrote, the better I felt, the smarter I became, and the more motivated I was to live a passionate and purposeful life.

4. Metaphysics

Now I’m definitely not a scholar nor do I have a college education, but I believe the works I’ve read, listened to, and watched that are considered “metaphysical” have helped me grow more as a person than anything else. My journey to becoming awake and alive would never exist if it wasn’t for a few books and podcasts I’ve listened to by people like Wayne Dyer, Stuart Wilde, Aristotle, Paulo Coelho, and more. These books and audios have helped me expand my mind in search of meaning and taught me some valuable lessons about the way things are. The Tao Te Ching was one of the most inspirational and educational books of my journey and other works taught me the power of using your mind for the greater good of all. Learning about “awakening” “consciousness” and the power of intention pushed me further down the line to places that I don’t fully understand yet but that intrigue me to continue learning.

5. Isolation Tanks/Meditation

Through what I learned from metaphysical authors, books, and audios, I began my journey with meditation and mindfulness as I searched for more, to go further down the line of becoming awake and alive. This also led me to the isolation tank which is a powerful tool to use for meditation and mindfulness. Basically we are made up of two minds. The ego self and the Inner Self. The ego is the self that gets angry when you lose ten dollars out of your wallet. The Inner Self is the self that doesn’t mind you lost ten dollars. It says “I hope he who finds it benefits more than I would have.”  Inside the tank, the ego (which controls the majority of our minds, decisions, and lives) doesn’t exist. Inside, you are awake and alive to the fullest extent of living. The ego is gone. Your true self comes out of the woodwork and lets you in on secrets of your mind and in turn, you expand your consciousness to higher levels. Meditation works much the same way, although more difficult without consistent practice.

These five tools have been great educators and motivators on the reality we live in today. Much of our “knowing” is backed by lies and propaganda. It is your responsibility to see that for yourself  and learn the truth of who you are, to expand your own consciousness. If you want to start your journey to becoming awake and alive sign up below for my FREE 10 Day Life Transformation Program. Each day you’ll receive an email that teaches you ways to open your mind and allow the goodness we deserve to flow freely into your life. Sign up now.

Michael Corona is a local entrepreneur who owns Activate Fitness and Hackettstown Barbell Club at 150 Mountain Avenue in Hackettstown, NJ. He is a Fat Loss Coach, Business & Success Coach, writer of two blogs, author of Becoming Awake and Alive and The Essential Essays of Activate Fitness, husband and father of two. To hire Michael to help you grow to your next level whether it’s life, business, or mindset please email him at ActivateFitnessPT@gmail.com

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Thought of the Day: The Beauty of a Mundane Morning

Every morning I wake up at the sound of my alarm clock blaring through the iPhone speakers. It’s like a World War 2 siren and practically launches me from my bed in a slap of fright.

I roll around for a few moments and several snoozes before firmly planting my feet on the ground and affirming that today will be a good day.

No matter what life throws at me, I can handle it. I say that to myself as I head into the bathroom to place my contacts in my crusted shut eyes.

As I walk out of the John I pat my buddy Cooper on his head as he shows no signs of moving from his comfort. He’s a lazy dog who knows how to embrace the joy of being comfortable.

Walking down the hallway towards the kitchen I try to silently glide past my daughter’s bedroom to not wake her, if I do it’s sure to piss off my wife who is holding onto the few moments of rest she has left.

The kitchen is a wonderful place that glows in the early morning when all else is quietly living. The coffee calls my name and still like a zombie, I walk over to the Keurig machine and brew up some open eye.

That’s my morning.

It’s mundane and nearly repetitive each day.

When you think about it, it seems boring, but when you look closely you can see the beauty and the extreme joy there is to be alive.

The first moments this day has of my special powers.

For when I walk out the front door, nothing will stop me!