or... Rise and Shine!
What does that phrase mean? Does it mean to ignore your early morning grogginess and make your best effort to smile? I hope not. In most cases, that wouldn't be pretty. Does it mean to begin each day with enthusiasm? Hey! I like that idea. But, can you force it if you don't feel it?
Perhaps it means something more. I like to think of it as meaning to intentionally change so as to mature and inspire. I need to be careful of lateral growth. I really don't need another extremity! Yet, I can often find myself thinking small, as if I'm afraid of the light that is within me. That light can inspire others to grow without my even trying. Exposing my light can give them permission, hope, and courage to introspect and discover their own light. Imagine how bright the world could be!
Deep down, I know the characteristics of maturity: integrity, humility, generosity, wisdom, thoughtfulness, godliness, etc. On the surface, the child within me frequently holds me back. He is afraid he will get left behind. He worries that his needs have gone, and will continue to go, unmet. But, I only need to embrace him and ensure him that he'll be right by my side, close to my heart. I will love and protect him. I also love the quote, "Everyone has a Higher Power, and you're not it." It reminds me that there is a huge chasm between saying I believe in God and actually believing Him. Acknowledging Him through prayer, meditation, worship, and study of scripture, is a key aspect in the growth of my soul. Otherwise, I find that it was merely my ego that expanded.
What is light? In a word, truth. What is my light? The truth as it applies to my experiences: past, present, and future. I must remember, however, that I can never truly relive my past, nor am I truly alive in a period for which the time has not yet come. Life is always in the present. I can learn from the past. I can hope and plan for the future. The more I am in the present, the more I am alive, and the more I am alive, the brighter my light and the longer its tail.
Yes, rise and shine is a daily reminder. But, it means more than smiling or forcing enthusiasm at the dawn of each day. To me, rise and shine is a personal and powerful invitation to be the man I was created to be, even if it scares me. I've heard that courage is not the absence of fear, but being afraid and doing the fearful thing anyway. I pray that God will grant me the strength and courage to accept and fully embrace such an invitation. That is the essence of my daily prayer.
By the way, the early bird gets the worm, but the worm gets no sleep. I'd choose the early bird. What's your choice?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Think About It
Finally, brothers [and sisters], whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. --Phillipians 4:8 (English Standard Version)
Why 'finally'? Because the end of all things is never about getting. When you think about the fine things of life, you are motivated to participate in life. To participate fully, you must give. The most precious thing to give is yourself. Fear not and do not be anxious, for we all shall receive when we give. (As ye sows, so shall ye reap.) But receiving should never be the reason we give. Instead, fill your thoughts and your hearts with beauty and truth; you will discover the meaning of life, even in the midst of disaster and death.
Why 'finally'? Because the end of all things is never about getting. When you think about the fine things of life, you are motivated to participate in life. To participate fully, you must give. The most precious thing to give is yourself. Fear not and do not be anxious, for we all shall receive when we give. (As ye sows, so shall ye reap.) But receiving should never be the reason we give. Instead, fill your thoughts and your hearts with beauty and truth; you will discover the meaning of life, even in the midst of disaster and death.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thinking Thoughts & Giving Wings to Things
Thoughts are things. You become what you think about most. What you feel is real. As a man thinks, so is he. Vision without action is a dream; action without vision is a nightmare. Wake up!
The 'stickman' concept* used to describe the Law of Attraction symbolizes the process of choosing our thoughts and molding them into vivid dreams or clear visions, truly believing and feeling our dreams and clarifying our visions as if they have already happened, and then letting our dreams and visions motivate us into action with purpose, intention, focus, and passion. It shows that the seed of our desired results is planted as soon as the thoughts are deliberately chosen, no matter from whence they came.
So, I do not ask what I’m passionate about; I create the passion. It's hard work to force my focus upon the actions steps of someone else's project plan; it's easy to let my focus be upon what I deeply believe to be true. I do not make a clear plan of action without clearly knowing where I’m headed. A clear vision adds intensity to intention. I focus on changing me, not my circumstances. Changed circumstances are a result of changing who I am. Change the world from the inside out.
What thoughts, then, do I choose? I cannot choose money. Its abundance or lack in my life is merely a result of who I am, or what I’ve become, not a cause. Nor is it enough to ask what I would think and how I would feel if money were abundant in my life. Rather, what do I think and how do I feel now that money is abundant in my life? Those things, and my attitude, I can choose. I can choose to become, not have. However, having things and circumstances that support who I've become will show up in my life as a result. I can be stressed and anxious and claw at what I want, or I can simply have faith that this process is true and choose my being.
Again, what thoughts, then, do I choose? I choose to have undivided integrity in my life so that I become worthy of golden opportunities. I choose to have a very generous heart so that God will provide me with things to give away. I choose to know forgiveness and grace so that the voice of my heart grows boldly. I choose to always pursue truth and excellence so that I may inspire others to discover and exercise their gifts. I choose to always be mindful of my purpose and roles in life so that maturity and respect are earned, never assumed. I choose to work hard, as to the Lord and not men (Colossians 3:23), so that my resolve is not weakened by pride.
* The 'stickman' concept is a simple drawing of a stickman with a large head with a horizontal line drawn through it. The line divides the mind into Conscious and Subconscious halves. The idea is that Conscious thoughts and beliefs are willfully chosen. These thoughts and beliefs are implanted into the Subconscious mind through intentional repetition. (Other Subconscious beliefs, whether desirable or not, can be implanted through trauma, physical or otherwise.)
Our Subconscious minds determine our dominant actions through motivation and passion. That is, we mostly do what our Subconscious minds believe to be true. The result of our actions will ultimately reinforce our Subconscious beliefs by validating the Conscious thoughts we have chosen, and the cycle continues.
The body of the stickman houses the source of truth for us: our hearts. If we nurture the ability to listen to our hearts, we become aware or awakened, as some say. It follows that if we hear the voice of Truth speaking to us, we can choose those thoughts instead of the ineffectual ones we've heard from other people (family or society), and begin the cycle anew. Conversely, most people fail to listen and heed that voice. The result is that they reinforce a downward spiral of negative beliefs.
So, as you can see, the Law of Attraction is not a matter of 'positive thinking' alone, although that's a good start.
The 'stickman' concept* used to describe the Law of Attraction symbolizes the process of choosing our thoughts and molding them into vivid dreams or clear visions, truly believing and feeling our dreams and clarifying our visions as if they have already happened, and then letting our dreams and visions motivate us into action with purpose, intention, focus, and passion. It shows that the seed of our desired results is planted as soon as the thoughts are deliberately chosen, no matter from whence they came.
So, I do not ask what I’m passionate about; I create the passion. It's hard work to force my focus upon the actions steps of someone else's project plan; it's easy to let my focus be upon what I deeply believe to be true. I do not make a clear plan of action without clearly knowing where I’m headed. A clear vision adds intensity to intention. I focus on changing me, not my circumstances. Changed circumstances are a result of changing who I am. Change the world from the inside out.
What thoughts, then, do I choose? I cannot choose money. Its abundance or lack in my life is merely a result of who I am, or what I’ve become, not a cause. Nor is it enough to ask what I would think and how I would feel if money were abundant in my life. Rather, what do I think and how do I feel now that money is abundant in my life? Those things, and my attitude, I can choose. I can choose to become, not have. However, having things and circumstances that support who I've become will show up in my life as a result. I can be stressed and anxious and claw at what I want, or I can simply have faith that this process is true and choose my being.
Again, what thoughts, then, do I choose? I choose to have undivided integrity in my life so that I become worthy of golden opportunities. I choose to have a very generous heart so that God will provide me with things to give away. I choose to know forgiveness and grace so that the voice of my heart grows boldly. I choose to always pursue truth and excellence so that I may inspire others to discover and exercise their gifts. I choose to always be mindful of my purpose and roles in life so that maturity and respect are earned, never assumed. I choose to work hard, as to the Lord and not men (Colossians 3:23), so that my resolve is not weakened by pride.
* The 'stickman' concept is a simple drawing of a stickman with a large head with a horizontal line drawn through it. The line divides the mind into Conscious and Subconscious halves. The idea is that Conscious thoughts and beliefs are willfully chosen. These thoughts and beliefs are implanted into the Subconscious mind through intentional repetition. (Other Subconscious beliefs, whether desirable or not, can be implanted through trauma, physical or otherwise.)
Our Subconscious minds determine our dominant actions through motivation and passion. That is, we mostly do what our Subconscious minds believe to be true. The result of our actions will ultimately reinforce our Subconscious beliefs by validating the Conscious thoughts we have chosen, and the cycle continues.
The body of the stickman houses the source of truth for us: our hearts. If we nurture the ability to listen to our hearts, we become aware or awakened, as some say. It follows that if we hear the voice of Truth speaking to us, we can choose those thoughts instead of the ineffectual ones we've heard from other people (family or society), and begin the cycle anew. Conversely, most people fail to listen and heed that voice. The result is that they reinforce a downward spiral of negative beliefs.
So, as you can see, the Law of Attraction is not a matter of 'positive thinking' alone, although that's a good start.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
A Rabbit in a Habit
(or, How God Works... Sometimes)
There once was a rabbit in a habit,
A habit that she could not shake.
She wore this habit like hair,
But her friends always knew it was fake.
Thinking that this habit was real,
No effort to change did she make.
Yes, the habit had smothered her heart,
Stealing passion, for heaven's sake!
She promised herself, "I'll never marry,"
Never a muffin in the oven to bake.
Sharing life with similar rabbits,
She needed a different take.
Then one day her best friend died.
She buried her face and deeply cried.
There was no understanding, though she tried,
When death proclaimed, "your life has lied."
Grief tightly gripped her heart,
While she was sobbing at the wake.
The urge to escape then seized her,
So, she sought solitude at a lake.
It was there that her eyes were opened,
Her heart made the target of a rake.
Though it took an event that was no fun,
Her whole heart was wholly won.
She had no place nor desire to run,
Her own spirit had been undone.
Feeling as if she would lose a ton,
Made her long habit easy to shun.
Her life, she thought and muttered out loud,
Was only death, ashes, and no piece of cake.
The rabbit in a habit had a habit no more;
Then came a knock, and she opened the door.
She became rich who once was poor,
Singing and dancing she started to soar.
God's Spirit now in her was not folklore,
Nor was tradition, ritual, or what she wore.
She was filled with the Spirit to the core,
Life would be different now, not like before.
A habit that she could not shake.
She wore this habit like hair,
But her friends always knew it was fake.
Thinking that this habit was real,
No effort to change did she make.
Yes, the habit had smothered her heart,
Stealing passion, for heaven's sake!
She promised herself, "I'll never marry,"
Never a muffin in the oven to bake.
Sharing life with similar rabbits,
She needed a different take.
Then one day her best friend died.
She buried her face and deeply cried.
There was no understanding, though she tried,
When death proclaimed, "your life has lied."
Grief tightly gripped her heart,
While she was sobbing at the wake.
The urge to escape then seized her,
So, she sought solitude at a lake.
It was there that her eyes were opened,
Her heart made the target of a rake.
Though it took an event that was no fun,
Her whole heart was wholly won.
She had no place nor desire to run,
Her own spirit had been undone.
Feeling as if she would lose a ton,
Made her long habit easy to shun.
Her life, she thought and muttered out loud,
Was only death, ashes, and no piece of cake.
The rabbit in a habit had a habit no more;
Then came a knock, and she opened the door.
She became rich who once was poor,
Singing and dancing she started to soar.
God's Spirit now in her was not folklore,
Nor was tradition, ritual, or what she wore.
She was filled with the Spirit to the core,
Life would be different now, not like before.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
What is Truth?
Is truth important? If so, what exactly is "truth"? If not, why has this been pondered for ages? Can truth be known? Obviously, it doesn't have a simple answer or everyone would know it, right? Or, maybe the answer is too simple for us to believe and we've complicated it for centuries. Is truth the same as fact? How do we know whether or not something is true? Is truth the same (absolute) for everyone? Does truth pertain to science, religion, justice, self, spirit, or all of these? Is being truthful simply a matter of being honest? Where is truth? Is it out there or inside us? Do we need to diligently seek it, or just remember that we know it intuitively?
In this blog entry, the questions are important. So, I ask again, "What is truth?" Is it relative, as in 'what is true for you may not be true for me'? Is it reality? What is reality other than a conclusion based on incomplete and imperfect perceptions? Can truth be known? Does truth matter? Is truth scientific? That is to imply that it is not known to be true until science proves it as law?
Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, "This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." Be what to thine own self? Honest in word and deed? Follow your heart? (What does that mean?) Sometimes, I ask myself these questions to remind myself that I think truth does matter. It is worthy of pursuit with all my heart, soul, and strength. However, "life" happens and I get busy and forget what was important because what seems urgent has taken over my schedule.
It is then I rediscover that I wasn't being true to myself. I was merely fooled that what seemed urgent to others was important to me, and truth became merely doing, with honesty, what I thought needed to be done for others. However, the lesson recurs as it had in my youth: the perception of others does not determine truth. In fact, it's more likely to be a lie, a white lie we would call it, that simply redirects my attention from truth.
What about the other extreme? Remember Lily Tomlin's character Edith Ann? The famous conclusion to her mischievous (and humorous) confessions was, "And that's the truth." Before ending the skit, the confession was immediately followed by the five year-olds' raspberries as if to dare the listener to challenge her concisely stated, absolute truth. Can we learn what is truth and not truth by observing the expressions of a toddler? Where, then, is maturity?
I thought that I cannot assert myself in a healthy way unless I'm simultaneously being true to myself. How can I serve or love others unless service or love overflows from my heart? Otherwise, I'm selfishly seeking to get some reward - a good feeling, karma perhaps - because without truth, I am not complete. But, even then, I wonder how love overflows in my heart by being true to myself. Something's missing from that gap.
Pontius Pilate once asked Jesus Christ a big question with small words, "What is truth?" (John 18:38) Jesus did not answer at that time. Jesus had previously stated to Thomas, in the presence of other disciples, on another occasion, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life." (John 14:6) He said this because, according to scripture, He is God's word. "And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth." (John 1:14) Then, because God's word is true, scripture adds, "Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth." (John 17:17) -- English Standard Version (ESV). Emphasis mine. Sanctification then, or spiritual growth in grace and truth, requires truth to be learned.
According to Christian scripture, the definition is cyclical: Jesus is God's word made manifest as human form, God's word is truth, therefore Jesus is truth.
Consider again, Jesus Christ's remark in John 14:6a, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life." Is to ask, "What is truth?" the same as asking, "What is Jesus Christ"? Pontius Pilate asked Jesus Christ, "What is truth?" He got no reply. What was that all about? Maybe because truth was standing right in front of him, and yet he could not recognize it, Pilate was actually getting the answer he could comprehend. That's heavy.
Perhaps, we either struggle to learn the truth, tell the truth, discover the truth, extend a little effort in those areas, or just we give up entirely. We give up and leave the daunting task to the rare and wise persons we call philosophers because we, too, have already received the answer we can comprehend.
Wow! That's also heavy. That sounds like a lot of effort to contemplate truth and I have other things to do, like take out the trash. But, what if scripture is right? What if truth is the only thing that really matters? In the end, is only Christ truth and everything else a waste of time? Then what do we call scientific fact? Maybe just that! How do I be true to mine own self? Maybe I can't on my own! (How would I know truth? What guides my conscience?) It seems that if there's something to be learned about truth, it's worth studying the one who call himself "truth."
What do you think? Does truth matter to you? Does your perception of "religious hypocrites" turn you off from seeking answers? Are you already spiritual or religious, but haven't thought in these terms? Is it simply being "open and honest?" Do you think it's a worthwhile pursuit to know truth? How about learning of Christ through scripture? Or do you feel/think truth is irrelevant to your life? Finally, how do you know something is true?
In this blog entry, the questions are important. So, I ask again, "What is truth?" Is it relative, as in 'what is true for you may not be true for me'? Is it reality? What is reality other than a conclusion based on incomplete and imperfect perceptions? Can truth be known? Does truth matter? Is truth scientific? That is to imply that it is not known to be true until science proves it as law?
Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, "This above all: to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man." Be what to thine own self? Honest in word and deed? Follow your heart? (What does that mean?) Sometimes, I ask myself these questions to remind myself that I think truth does matter. It is worthy of pursuit with all my heart, soul, and strength. However, "life" happens and I get busy and forget what was important because what seems urgent has taken over my schedule.
It is then I rediscover that I wasn't being true to myself. I was merely fooled that what seemed urgent to others was important to me, and truth became merely doing, with honesty, what I thought needed to be done for others. However, the lesson recurs as it had in my youth: the perception of others does not determine truth. In fact, it's more likely to be a lie, a white lie we would call it, that simply redirects my attention from truth.
What about the other extreme? Remember Lily Tomlin's character Edith Ann? The famous conclusion to her mischievous (and humorous) confessions was, "And that's the truth." Before ending the skit, the confession was immediately followed by the five year-olds' raspberries as if to dare the listener to challenge her concisely stated, absolute truth. Can we learn what is truth and not truth by observing the expressions of a toddler? Where, then, is maturity?
I thought that I cannot assert myself in a healthy way unless I'm simultaneously being true to myself. How can I serve or love others unless service or love overflows from my heart? Otherwise, I'm selfishly seeking to get some reward - a good feeling, karma perhaps - because without truth, I am not complete. But, even then, I wonder how love overflows in my heart by being true to myself. Something's missing from that gap.
Pontius Pilate once asked Jesus Christ a big question with small words, "What is truth?" (John 18:38) Jesus did not answer at that time. Jesus had previously stated to Thomas, in the presence of other disciples, on another occasion, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life." (John 14:6) He said this because, according to scripture, He is God's word. "And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth." (John 1:14) Then, because God's word is true, scripture adds, "Sanctify them in the truth; your word is truth." (John 17:17) -- English Standard Version (ESV). Emphasis mine. Sanctification then, or spiritual growth in grace and truth, requires truth to be learned.
According to Christian scripture, the definition is cyclical: Jesus is God's word made manifest as human form, God's word is truth, therefore Jesus is truth.
Consider again, Jesus Christ's remark in John 14:6a, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life." Is to ask, "What is truth?" the same as asking, "What is Jesus Christ"? Pontius Pilate asked Jesus Christ, "What is truth?" He got no reply. What was that all about? Maybe because truth was standing right in front of him, and yet he could not recognize it, Pilate was actually getting the answer he could comprehend. That's heavy.
Perhaps, we either struggle to learn the truth, tell the truth, discover the truth, extend a little effort in those areas, or just we give up entirely. We give up and leave the daunting task to the rare and wise persons we call philosophers because we, too, have already received the answer we can comprehend.
Wow! That's also heavy. That sounds like a lot of effort to contemplate truth and I have other things to do, like take out the trash. But, what if scripture is right? What if truth is the only thing that really matters? In the end, is only Christ truth and everything else a waste of time? Then what do we call scientific fact? Maybe just that! How do I be true to mine own self? Maybe I can't on my own! (How would I know truth? What guides my conscience?) It seems that if there's something to be learned about truth, it's worth studying the one who call himself "truth."
What do you think? Does truth matter to you? Does your perception of "religious hypocrites" turn you off from seeking answers? Are you already spiritual or religious, but haven't thought in these terms? Is it simply being "open and honest?" Do you think it's a worthwhile pursuit to know truth? How about learning of Christ through scripture? Or do you feel/think truth is irrelevant to your life? Finally, how do you know something is true?
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Write to Heal
Have you seen the movie, Freedom Writers? It spoke to my heart big time. Within 2 weeks, I had seen the movie 6 times, read The Freedom Writers Diary, saw Erin Gruwell in person, and read her memoir, Teach With Your Heart. I cannot remember when someone's life work had such an impact on me.
I have been doing a lot of "work" to get back in touch, sensitive touch, with my heart. My passions were driven from me at a young age. Instead, I pursued what others thought was right for me. "You know? You're really good at blank. You should be a blankety-blank." Thanks!
You can probably guess I've never really been satisfied with my career choices. I thought work was something I did so I could enjoy life with the rest of my time. I'm tired of waiting for the balance that never comes because I'm not that easily satisfied. Rather, I'm going to pursue the passions of my heart and have faith that doors previously unseen will fly open to beautiful skies. I will exercise my write to heal.
The first step in that process, though I've written bits before, is to thank Ms. Gruwell for the tremendous encouragement she has unwittingly given me to chase my dreams. Below is the letter I wrote her just today.
Please let me know your thoughts on this letter, Erin Gruwell, the Freedom Writers, or your own personal story of suffering and/or triumph. Also, please share this blog with others, too. We all have the write to heal and here's an opportunity.
I have been doing a lot of "work" to get back in touch, sensitive touch, with my heart. My passions were driven from me at a young age. Instead, I pursued what others thought was right for me. "You know? You're really good at blank. You should be a blankety-blank." Thanks!
You can probably guess I've never really been satisfied with my career choices. I thought work was something I did so I could enjoy life with the rest of my time. I'm tired of waiting for the balance that never comes because I'm not that easily satisfied. Rather, I'm going to pursue the passions of my heart and have faith that doors previously unseen will fly open to beautiful skies. I will exercise my write to heal.
The first step in that process, though I've written bits before, is to thank Ms. Gruwell for the tremendous encouragement she has unwittingly given me to chase my dreams. Below is the letter I wrote her just today.
Please let me know your thoughts on this letter, Erin Gruwell, the Freedom Writers, or your own personal story of suffering and/or triumph. Also, please share this blog with others, too. We all have the write to heal and here's an opportunity.
Dear Ms. Gruwell,
I had purchased your memoir, Teach With Your Heart, when you came to speak and sign books in
In the book, I learned of the loss of your father. I'm so sorry. I lost my father as well, and he died very suddenly, too, from a heart attack. It started with a phone call from my stepmother, Christina, only this call was at 3:15am, and she wasn't calling to inform me about his death, she didn't know.
I could make out what she was saying although she was crying over the phone. She’d been crying for a while. While visiting her parents in
On the twenty minute drive over there, I had to fight back the tears so I could see the quiet, dark road. I had a horrible vision of finding his body floating in the pool. "No!" I scolded myself. "Don't imagine the worst! I don't know yet what I'll find."
His house was tucked back in the woods about a hundred yards. Driving up the packed gravel driveway, I could see that the house was eerily black. There were no lights on: no porch lights, no night lights, nothing. I don’t recall if the moon was out. I could hear Rusty barking from upstairs as I walked up to the side door like I had done so many times before. I had an extra key and let myself in. I knew something was wrong. At first, I thought he didn't make it home. Maybe he slept somewhere else. But why would Rusty be trapped upstairs? I was more puzzled than worried at this moment, but only slightly.
My confusion disappeared in a flash, however, as I entered his bedroom and turned on the light. From a distance he looked like he was sleeping, flat on his back. I quietly called out, "Dad!" a few times. No movement. I thought, “Why is he sleeping so heavily?” Perhaps he drank too much on his golf outing that day. As I crept forward, I saw that his eyes were slightly open and that he was not breathing. Panic set in. I started crying hard as I ran to his side of the bed, blubbering, "no, No, NO!" I grabbed his wrist to feel for a pulse, sobbing. His wrist was cold, but that didn't deter me from firmly holding on to it, unintelligibly praying that even a faint pulse would be felt. Nothing.
We had become best friends within the last year. Prior to that, it was a struggle, to say the least. My parents divorced when I was less than 5 years old. I grew up with my mom. At first, visits with my dad were usually about doing something fun, like water skiing in the summer or cuddling together with him, my brother, and my sister to watch Frank Capra’s "It's a Wonderful Life" while sipping hot chocolate on Christmas Eve.
In high school, however, that dramatically changed. My mom was "cool" and my dad was not. More accurately, my mom represented home and let me do whatever I wanted. My dad extended an invitation to live with him and my stepmother and was the disciplinarian. I chose the comfortable, easy way. That decision became the foundation for my rebellion.
After high school, I realized I needed him and his lessons, but my rebel ways were deeply entrenched. My real wake up call was not his environment or lectures. It was an auto accident that nearly killed me. I was not at fault, merely in the wrong place at the wrong time when a drunk driver fell asleep at the wheel. Seconds earlier or later this would not have happened to me. My father was reassuringly by my side during my recovery. Since then, my appreciation for him grew significantly.
I fought the tears as best I could. I had to call Christina back to let her know. Even though there was a phone next to the bed, I ran downstairs to call from the kitchen. I don't know why. Maybe I just didn't want to be in the same room with his lifeless body when I talked to a live person. Maybe I just didn't want to see my father, dead, so I could instead focus on what I had to do. Maybe I just didn’t want to believe that my father had died.
I dialed the phone through heavy tears, pausing to make sure I was pressing the right buttons. When Christina picked up, I was already pacing, impatient after just one ring. I began sobbing again and blurted, "I think he's dead," intelligibly as I could, wondering why I said, "think." She became hysterical. So did I.
Next, I managed to focus enough to call the police and my uncle, my dad's older brother. While waiting for them to arrive, I avoided the bedroom and wandered around the rest of the house. Looking out back, I noticed the pool was close to overflowing and that the water from the hose was still running. He was filling the pool for the summer. He didn't plan to die, but he did. I didn't plan to begin crying again at that moment, but I did.
I know of such a place. For me, it's in my head, deep in my thoughts, and tucked away from my heart. It’s logical and feels safe, but it's not genuine and I've been there too long. What I've learned of your life, your passion, and of the Freedom Writers has brought me back home, where my heart has been waiting patiently. Thank you for showing me your heart so I could recognize mine.
I’m humbly grateful for your continued dedication and wish you all the best for the Freedom Writers Foundation. It all started for me with a movie I rented (and since purchased) called, Freedom Writers, and my journey is far from over. Seeing you in person at
I’ve made several starts in the recent past to write meaningfully, but then other things became more important. You’ve taught me by example that giving from the heart is important. Now, I'm encouraged to prepare for endurance and truly share the depths of my creativity and passion through writing; something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. In turn, I hope others will find the courage to be honest with themselves, grow from the experience, and share the amazing discovery. Your enthusiasm is contagious!
Sincerely Yours,
Monday, July 2, 2007
When I Get to Go to 'Plerk'
I attended a seminar a few months ago where one of the speakers used the word "plerk." It was an invented word, so it's simply spelled phonetically here. The speaker really enjoyed his work, so much so, that he considered it a combination of play and work, or "plerk" as he called it. He loved spending time at "plerk." So would I, I thought.
Specifically what he did is not important at this time. It was fitting for him, not something everyone should do. However, I have been on a similar path before. For most of my life, work was work and I tried to leave it at work. After work, I loved to play, if and when I had the time. My motto was, "Work hard and play hard" and one was never confused with the other.
Now, I can see the time coming soon when I get to go to "plerk," too, where work becomes play and vice-versa. In this day and age, especially in this society, we seek work that pleases and fulfills us, uniquely fits us, and feels more like play than hard labor. For me, the idea of working on my business instead of in my business is a start. (This idea is clearly expressed in 'The E-Myth Revisited.') I have a plan to derive greater pleasure while I'm working, not just from my work. I'm not there yet, but I'm heading in the right direction.
My journey from work to "plerk" is getting easier. At first, I had all kinds of subconscious blocks. It didn't help that I repeated my motto with pride. Oh, I enjoyed my job when I entered into that line of work. But I felt stuck in my career after a while and for a long time. Work was supposed to be hard. If something came easy for me, or if I enjoyed it, that wasn't work. (My bosses made that clear.) I know I still have a few hurdles. However, I'm becoming more conscious of them as mere assumptions and that gives me more choices.
Here's an example. It struck me just the other day while reading 'Book Yourself Solid' that we commonly provide an answer concerning work that does fit the question actually being asked. "What do you do?" is intended, and accepted, to regard work, nothing else. The first two words in the answer, however, are not, "I do" or some other action verb. They are, "I am." "I am a writer." "I am a carpenter." "I am a chemical engineer at a large pharmaceutical company." When asked what we do, we answer with who we are, as if our title or job description simultaneously defines us and satisfactorily answers a question about action.
Why not answer the question directly and clearly? "I earn money by helping small business owners make the most of the Internet to market their businesses." Who cares if my title is "Internet Consultant"? What is that anyway, expect a ploy to raise curiosity while impressing my neighbor?
Personally, I've had to work at thinking differently about work. I had to unlearn assumptions that formed my foundational understanding of work. I had to acquire new philosophies about work, talents, fulfillment, priorities, etc. One assumption I'm dealing with now is in regard to writing. I always enjoyed it. Many people have indicated they like my writing style. The formula for success seems simple. Even still, I have a way to go. I don't feel justified in charging for my writing. I don't think I'd be able to survive from freelance income. As you can see, there is a lot of negativity holding me back. I can admit it. I can see it. But, to work around it is, well, work, not "plerk," for now.
What do you think? Are work and play separate? Can they be combined? Must one or both of them be compromised in order for that to happen? Personally, can you tell work and play apart? Is your attitude such that it doesn't matter what work you do? Do you have a talent, gift, ability, desire, or destiny that expresses itself through work? Do you have something that you were meant to do and it simply gives you great joy to be able to do that? Please leave a comment and let me and others know what you think.
My Reviews:
Book Yourself Solid helps translate potential clients into people you were meant to work with. This is a must-have book for anyone who builds a network of clients. I noticed a change in my approach within the first few chapters. I can't wait to implement all of the ideas.
The E-Myth Revisited clarifies the difference between working in your business and working on your business. I loved the beauty of simplification in this story that reveals the myth that self-employment is anything like business ownership. I had also read "Rich Dad Poor Dad" which did the same thing but with other ideas thrown in.
The Path is about developing a personal mission statement which connects work and life with purpose. Using biblical and other historical principles, the author illustrates the distinct position of someone on an important mission. This is the kind of book I want to read again and again.
The Pathfinder delivers a systematic way to choose a satisfying and successful career. I also needed to get ideas and change my thoughts about possibilities and this book helped me a lot.
What Color is Your Parachute is an annual classic about designing your life's work. This is an intense book. It requires a lot of thought and exercises. I read an earlier edition which I felt focused too much on a career in the world of employment. However, that may have just been my own short-coming at the time I read it. Since then, I've come to think that the Epilogue in this book alone makes it all worthwhile reading.
Do What You Are is a discovery of what may suit you based on the Myers-Brigg personality type. It had plenty of examples and descriptions of each to make this a favorite reference book of mine. (However, I disagree with the idea that personality type never changes through life. I think I've become more extroverted over time. Then again, perhaps my introversion was not true introversion, but repressed extroversion.)
I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was is worth it if you relate to the title at all. I did - big time. The book is full of fun exercises, humor, and light-hearted insights that helped me release creative energy. Barbara Sher is one of my favorite authors because her books read like she's sitting right in front of me.
It's Only Too Late If You Don't Start Now is another fun book about letting it go by Barbara Sher. This book was key to me for letting go of assumptions and regrets, and learning to dream and pursue my dreams again.
Rich Dad Poor Dad is another must-read if you haven't already. It was and is the single most important book to me in transitioning from a state of employment to business owner. It basically gave me permission to think about money in a different way (without being greedy). It is what got me unstuck from my career.
Specifically what he did is not important at this time. It was fitting for him, not something everyone should do. However, I have been on a similar path before. For most of my life, work was work and I tried to leave it at work. After work, I loved to play, if and when I had the time. My motto was, "Work hard and play hard" and one was never confused with the other.
Now, I can see the time coming soon when I get to go to "plerk," too, where work becomes play and vice-versa. In this day and age, especially in this society, we seek work that pleases and fulfills us, uniquely fits us, and feels more like play than hard labor. For me, the idea of working on my business instead of in my business is a start. (This idea is clearly expressed in 'The E-Myth Revisited.') I have a plan to derive greater pleasure while I'm working, not just from my work. I'm not there yet, but I'm heading in the right direction.
My journey from work to "plerk" is getting easier. At first, I had all kinds of subconscious blocks. It didn't help that I repeated my motto with pride. Oh, I enjoyed my job when I entered into that line of work. But I felt stuck in my career after a while and for a long time. Work was supposed to be hard. If something came easy for me, or if I enjoyed it, that wasn't work. (My bosses made that clear.) I know I still have a few hurdles. However, I'm becoming more conscious of them as mere assumptions and that gives me more choices.
Here's an example. It struck me just the other day while reading 'Book Yourself Solid' that we commonly provide an answer concerning work that does fit the question actually being asked. "What do you do?" is intended, and accepted, to regard work, nothing else. The first two words in the answer, however, are not, "I do" or some other action verb. They are, "I am." "I am a writer." "I am a carpenter." "I am a chemical engineer at a large pharmaceutical company." When asked what we do, we answer with who we are, as if our title or job description simultaneously defines us and satisfactorily answers a question about action.
Why not answer the question directly and clearly? "I earn money by helping small business owners make the most of the Internet to market their businesses." Who cares if my title is "Internet Consultant"? What is that anyway, expect a ploy to raise curiosity while impressing my neighbor?
Personally, I've had to work at thinking differently about work. I had to unlearn assumptions that formed my foundational understanding of work. I had to acquire new philosophies about work, talents, fulfillment, priorities, etc. One assumption I'm dealing with now is in regard to writing. I always enjoyed it. Many people have indicated they like my writing style. The formula for success seems simple. Even still, I have a way to go. I don't feel justified in charging for my writing. I don't think I'd be able to survive from freelance income. As you can see, there is a lot of negativity holding me back. I can admit it. I can see it. But, to work around it is, well, work, not "plerk," for now.
What do you think? Are work and play separate? Can they be combined? Must one or both of them be compromised in order for that to happen? Personally, can you tell work and play apart? Is your attitude such that it doesn't matter what work you do? Do you have a talent, gift, ability, desire, or destiny that expresses itself through work? Do you have something that you were meant to do and it simply gives you great joy to be able to do that? Please leave a comment and let me and others know what you think.
My Reviews:
Book Yourself Solid helps translate potential clients into people you were meant to work with. This is a must-have book for anyone who builds a network of clients. I noticed a change in my approach within the first few chapters. I can't wait to implement all of the ideas.
The E-Myth Revisited clarifies the difference between working in your business and working on your business. I loved the beauty of simplification in this story that reveals the myth that self-employment is anything like business ownership. I had also read "Rich Dad Poor Dad" which did the same thing but with other ideas thrown in.
The Path is about developing a personal mission statement which connects work and life with purpose. Using biblical and other historical principles, the author illustrates the distinct position of someone on an important mission. This is the kind of book I want to read again and again.
The Pathfinder delivers a systematic way to choose a satisfying and successful career. I also needed to get ideas and change my thoughts about possibilities and this book helped me a lot.
What Color is Your Parachute is an annual classic about designing your life's work. This is an intense book. It requires a lot of thought and exercises. I read an earlier edition which I felt focused too much on a career in the world of employment. However, that may have just been my own short-coming at the time I read it. Since then, I've come to think that the Epilogue in this book alone makes it all worthwhile reading.
Do What You Are is a discovery of what may suit you based on the Myers-Brigg personality type. It had plenty of examples and descriptions of each to make this a favorite reference book of mine. (However, I disagree with the idea that personality type never changes through life. I think I've become more extroverted over time. Then again, perhaps my introversion was not true introversion, but repressed extroversion.)
I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What It Was is worth it if you relate to the title at all. I did - big time. The book is full of fun exercises, humor, and light-hearted insights that helped me release creative energy. Barbara Sher is one of my favorite authors because her books read like she's sitting right in front of me.
It's Only Too Late If You Don't Start Now is another fun book about letting it go by Barbara Sher. This book was key to me for letting go of assumptions and regrets, and learning to dream and pursue my dreams again.
Rich Dad Poor Dad is another must-read if you haven't already. It was and is the single most important book to me in transitioning from a state of employment to business owner. It basically gave me permission to think about money in a different way (without being greedy). It is what got me unstuck from my career.
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