Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Vulnerability is not a weakness. No one can see who you really when you're encased in heavy metal. Sure, your heart may never be pierced, however, you will never feel love without coming out of your shell. Is it scary? Yes. Is it worth it? Yes. One of my greatest lessons in life is learning to embrace vulnerability. In less the two weeks I'm sharing my first novel with the world. I hope you like it. It may be labeled fiction but I can tell you there's a part of me in the story. Come back on March 17th and check it out. Have a great day.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
I learned something new about ice during our latest winter storm – when it rains on your car and then freezes, it's almost impossible to open the door, especially when your driveway is frozen solid and you can't get any traction. That's when the average person says, "oh yes, I have the perfect excuse to call in sick and crawl back into bed." The problem is I'm not your average person. I'm that guy two standard deviations to the left of average your mother warned you about. I come from a long line of "interesting" people, like my grandfather on my father's side who put skis on his airplane so he could make house calls to his patients in weather like I'm experiencing right now.
Nothing says I love you like telling your wife you'll follow her to the ends of the earth and she holds up two one-way tickets to Yakutsk. The Yakutski's live quite differently from your typical American. They don't go overboard with two-car garages and they live within their means. I'm slowly adopting their customs. That's why I have a blanket of ice on my car this morning. The Mrs. parked her car in the one-car premium indoor parking stall and I used my Honda to make an ice statue. My neighbors may look at the frozen shell and think, those poor California people stayed home today. They can't hack it. Nope. I'm keeping up with the Yakutski's. It's almost time to go outside and seize the day. Have a great day.
Monday, March 2, 2015
I found the secret to success. It's the willingness to belly flop over and over until you get it right. Most people have no desire to see the flip side of failure – that unknown monster who resides on the dark side of your dreams. That's right. Success is like a coin toss. Heads, you win. Tails you lose. When winners see tails, they ask for another coin toss. Losers play the game once, get tails and quit. Some quit playing even when they get heads. Their coins are a double-edge sword. Fear is on both sides. They fear success just as much as they fear failure so they refuse to play.
The best way to take fear out of the coin toss is to play the game. Take chances. Learn from your mistakes. Laugh at the big splashes when you belly flop. Play the game and stay in it until you reach your dreams. Have a great day.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
I heard this song by Matthew West on the radio for the first time last week. It's from his album, Into the Light. My wife says it's been around for a while. It's more than a song – it's an action call. Take a look at the YouTube video below and have a great day.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
His 83 year mission on earth has ended. Our beloved Spock has moved on to the final frontier. Before he departed, he left one last poem that summarizes a long and prosperous life. Good-bye, Leonard Nimoy. Thank you for all your amazing contributions. There may be a void in the galaxy today but your message of love lives on in our hearts forever. RIP.
Friday, February 27, 2015
The finish line is now 18 days away. My final approach is simple... look straight ahead, stay hydrated, remember to eat at regular intervals, rest before I get tired, and stay focused on the finish line. I found my writing rhythm. What helps is thinking about the relationship between writing and running. There's the starting line, the middle and the finish line. Before the gun goes off, there are training exercises to prepare yourself. My training started when I wrote over 2,500 love letters to my wife. Then I started this blog. Daily blogging is like running up and down stairs. It helps get you in shape for bigger projects. The next step for me was to write a memoir. I joined a writers critique group and got some formal training to help me through the process. It was similar to a 10k race. I really enjoyed the experience but I also felt something inside me nudging me to pen a novel. There were so many times during this marathon experience that I wondered if I would ever cross the finish line. Something happens at about mile 20. Fatigue sets in. Muscles cramp. You question why you are out on the track.
I know why I'm here. I was born to do this. When I feel like giving up I think of Jesus dragging that Cross to Golgotha. He did that for you and me. He stumbled. He fell. He needed help. He finished the race. And when he came back from the dead, he told his followers, "now it's your turn."
I'll share a little secret with you about the finish line. I found help by turning to the Bible for inspiration. The greatest Marathoner of all times left behind all sorts of clues to help us find our finish line. I may be writing fiction but if you read between the lines you will find the source of my inspiration. You will find my Mentor. Don't forget to come back on March 17 for the rest of the story. Have a great day.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Pointing fingers is a distraction. It's designed to divert attention from the person responsible. You know who it is, right? The one who's pointing the finger. I'm doing my best to stop playing the blame game. It helps to look in the mirror and own up.
I'm planning to do less finger pointing and more of these:
- "I was wrong."
- "I dropped the ball."
- "I'm responsible for this."
- "I'm sorry."
- "My ego got in the way."
- "Please forgive me."