Liam Holyoak

This is where I write things.

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Writers Block.

Every time I sit down to write I freeze up. I worry.

What gives me the right to write? I’m not good enough to be a writer. What do I even have to say?

These thoughts cloud my mind. So I sit in front of a blank page. Becoming overwhelmed with the doubt. Most days I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to ignore the negativity.

So, I don’t write.

Well, I do, but not something I intend to share. Which for me is the important part. The sharing. That bridges the gap between the stream of consciousness random writing I do most of the time, and something like this.

Which is still a random jumble of words. But it intended to be more cohesive than my normal stuff. But it’s all seemed overwhelming lately. Putting my words into the world. Being vulnerable.

It hasn’t just been in my writing that I’ve been afraid to be seen. It’s everywhere. In my day to day life. It’s scary to put yourself out there. I’ve been letting that fear get the best of me. Somedays, it still will. But today I’m hitting publish.

Do it Now

I recently ordered a book called “The Pocket Guide to Action” by Kyle Eschenroeder, in the package came a little bracelet that has the words “Do it Now” on it. Which has been a good, but constant reminder of my laziness. Although I will say it has been useful.

When you put something off, even something small it seems that much harder to getting around to it. I’m am certainly not a master at this. But I’m trying to get better. Take for instance dishes, if you immediately take care of your dish after it meal it takes maybe a minute. If you wait a couple days then you have several other dishes to take care of, and maybe that food got crusted on and then it’s just gross.

The book, and the bracelet have led to thinking a lot about action lately. And “right action” versus just a plain action. The benefit of actively engaging in a book, versus slogging through the pages and dreaming about something. Or even just brushing your teeth and being mindful of that. It’s worth a try, and action seems to be more about a lot a small things than any big things. But at the end of the day when you lay in bed it’s pretty rewarded you realize how much you actually did that day.


It’s dark. Early morning still. I’ve already done a lot this morning but the urge to get in bed is calling me. I don’t ‘technically’ need to get ready for work for another hour. So what the hell, I think. My bed is cozier in the morning. It’s colder. I pull my covers up to my neck, leave the door open so the living room light is seeping in. It’s not night time darkness. It’s morning. It’s still. I love this time of day. I check my phone, not really looking for anything. A distraction maybe. I swipe through my YouTube feed. I come across a sad song. I close my eyes and listen. My eyes well up, I may feel sad if I wasn’t surrounded by so much love. I’m laying on my side. Lucian is curled behind my knees, as close as he can get. Luna(my brothers kitten) is lying on top of me, purring like a motor. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. I feel so lucky. This life is full of so many wonders. I love being able to find them in the simplest of things.

Love/Hate Relationship

I hate running. I love it too. But I suck at it, so the emotion of hating it seems to shine through a little more. When I started strength training everything I read said to give it two months. Force yourself to get in the gym for two months, and after that you’ll start seeing progress. When you start seeing progress it’s something you grow to love. I’ve only been doing it for four months, but every lifting day I look forward to it. But running? No one ever tells you that. No one says it’s going to absolutely suck, for probably longer than two months. It’s probably going to suck for six months. Maybe more than that, but if you want to be a runner you just have to keep going. So that’s what I tell myself. When I am running, gasping for air, frustrated that Lucian won’t run right next me. I have to tell myself to keep going. It doesn’t always work. If I’m being honest I’ve missed my last couple running days. But I’m getting up, I’m trying again. I know it’s going to suck. But if I’m going to be a runner. I must run.

July 17th.

Long drives alone are good for the soul. I’ve had a lot of Ah Hah moments after spending 5+ hours in the car by myself. Yesterday, I made the eight hour drive from Salt Lake City, to Denver. This upcoming Saturday I’ll make the return trip. It was a beautiful drive. It gave me time to think about the things that really matter to me, and the things that don’t. There is a certain, no bullshit detector that the universe keeps throwing at me. I have to mean what I say, and my actions prove more than my words ever will.  Spending eight hours in the car with yourself is a place to be honest. You can’t run from the demons that have been chasing you. You have to face them head on, it isn’t easy. But it seems worth it. This isn’t making much sense. There is a vague message I’m trying to get across, and usually writing helps me do that. But, right this moment I’m not even sure I understand. I sort of do, I’m on the precipice. But I still haven’t’ figured out what the lesson is. I know there is one though, I feel it. I guess I’ll just have to keep acting, maybe someday it will come to me.

Lessons from Lifting: Part 1

I only started lifting a little over two months ago. So the whole thing is very new to me. That being said I feel like I’ve already learned a lot of practical lessons that could be applied to many areas of my life. Here are a couple.

Failing: You’re going to fail. Somedays you just won’t be able to pull weight you normally do. It could be for myriad reasons. But you still have to show up. You have to put in your best effort. Even then you might fail. That’s okay. There’s always next time. And just because you failed doesn’t mean you wasted your time. You still got practice in and that will help you improve in the long run. I feel like this directly applies to writing as well. Most of the time I think what I write is dreadful, but I still post. I tell myself it’s good practice and I try again the next day.

Today I failed on every lift. It’s a Friday, my excuse was that I’m tired. But that brings me into my next point.

It’s a mind game: I went in today telling myself I was tired and was going to fail my lifts, and I did exactly that. Who knows what would have happened if I told myself I was tired, but I was going to succeed. Or that I was just going to go in and kick ass. I may not have failed. A lot of it is mental, of course you can’t mentally trick yourself into squatting 2X your bodyweight your first time in the gym. But, you can certainly fail from overthinking it.

Which rings true in many areas of life. If you go in with a shitty attitude, most likely that how things will end up. When you see everything through a negative lens, everything that happens is negative. This is a huge lesson I learned today, and I need to keep improving. Not only in the gym, but in all areas of my life.

No Zero Days

There’s this idea called ‘No Zero Days’, a few years ago someone posted on a subreddit called Get Disciplined, saying they were they didn’t care about themselves and couldn’t find a way to get themselves to do anything, there’s a lot more to it than that. Here’s a link to the post.

Someone responds explaining something that helped them. They call it No More Zero Days. A zero day is a day you do absolutely nothing, you don’t even get out of bed. At it’s very simplest you just have to do one thing to make it a non-zero days. When you are in the bouts of severe depression that’s a very tricky thing to do. But day by day as you get a little bit better at doing the everyday things they recommend the following guidelines. Exercise and books, forgiveness, and be grateful for the 3 you’s(present, past, and future).

I’ve always found the 3 you’s one to be the most difficult. Until recently I never pictured a future me. I mean an old me. It wasn’t a sad thing, it just seemed at some point I’d just disappear. I never pictured myself growing old. Since I started my medical transition I’ve found it a lot easier to look out for future me. Maybe I wasn’t ever able to picture it because I didn’t have a model for it. But now everyday this body of mine becomes a little bit more me and I want nothing more than to grow old in it. So I’m starting to look out for future me. I’m actually planning for a future. By taking care of myself now; mentally, physically, financially, creatively. It’s hard work. It’s not something I’ve spent much time focusing on until recently. But here goes, on the internet. I’m vowing to always look out for, and be grateful to the three me’s. Those people sure do matter a lot.


I wrote this on my phone the other day while waiting for an oil change. Thought I would share it here.

My laptop just died. I forgot to bring my charger so I suppose I’ll just write here for a moment. I’m finding, as I get older, that I love the mundane. I enjoy waiting. Everything in life seems so rushed, when you get the opportunity to wait maybe it should be savored. I’m currently waiting for my car to be repaired. In a lonely waiting room with two old men sleeping. An employee behind a counter laughing at something that must be hilarious, sliding doors opening and closing. I’m here soaking it all in. I enjoy these moments. The stillness of it. It’s absent from the pressure to rush, because nothing is in my hands. It’s in the hands of the employees, and I’m just along for the ride. Well, at least for these moments I’m along for the ride. Sometimes it’s nice to just wait for a change.

Memento Mori

That is a latin phrase, it translates to: Remember, you will die. It’s a phrase used often in philosophy specifically in Stoic philosophy. It may seem morbid but for me it is a very useful reminder.

This phrase reminds me to let go of the small things, like being cut off, or being stuck in traffic. It reminds me to express gratitude and love whenever I feel it. It’s a reminder to work my hardest. To make sure all the interactions I have are positive. To not allow anyone to be less than because they crossed my path. It’s a reminder that my time here is precious so don’t spoil it being angry, hateful, or jealous. It reminds me to place fear in the backseat, to step out of my comfort zone, and do things that are uncomfortable.

Someday I will die. So today, I will do my best to live.

Slow by Slow

     A friend told me once that her Grandfather always used to say “Slow by Slow”, it’s funny. She told me this and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. It’s been a great reminder. When I am frustrated by my progress in the gym I tell myself “Slow by Slow”, when I am frustrated by the speed of my transition, or others reaction to it I tell myself “Slow by Slow”. In anything, I repeat that phrase. It reminds me that everything takes time. That even incremental amounts of progress are still progress. Things are changing. For the better. One day I’ll look back and realize how quickly everything happened. But when you are in the thick of it, it helps to remind yourself. “Slow by Slow”

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