“…while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth.”
On tap for now:
“Wabi Sabi for Writers” Richard R Powell
The morning air was a nearly perfect sixty-five degrees with only a slight breeze. Ideal conditions to be out on the road. A day worth remembering. I hate I have lost so much of my sense of smell as I would love to capture the aroma of this early fall day in my memory bank as well.
I’m asking things of my body that it doesn’t like especially since it still has too much weight to be carrying around. The body is fighting against itself and the mind, while the soul is just weary of it all.
Yet even amidst the turmoil within me I am struck by a moment of grand beauty. In the middle of a pain concert raging in my feet, legs, back and lungs I stop for a moment to watch a squadron of maple leaves launch from their branch and be carried along on a gentle current. Watching as they spiral down in the morning sunlight. Twirling and twisting in a death dance celebration of their short life. The sun spotlighting them, highlighting their performance.
For that brief moment time seemed to stop and allow me to take it in. The sound of the leaves rustling on the trees, the feel of sun on my skin, the breeze gently caressing my face. A moment of pure beauty in the midst of an internal storm. A reminder that no matter how out of control things seem to get, there is hope because there is beauty. Because there is beauty I know there is love.
Because there is love… I have hope.
My story would begin in darkness though not total darkness but not romantic moonlit darkness either. It would be more the darkness that accompanies a storm. The kind that diffuses the the light and casts strange shadows across the land. The kind that causes the street lamps to come on at mid-day.
I stand at the gate looking out at the road that lies before me, uncertain which direction to go from here. Do I open the gate and step through? Or do I run back to the porch and ride out the storm in the relative comfort of the crumbling structure I am seeking to escape? Do I stay until the bitter end?
I stand at the gate and look back. Indecision has me paralyzed and the storm is increasing in intensity. I feel the wind at my back and it causes me to shiver. I adjust my collar and huddle down to make myself a smaller target for the chill breeze and once again turn to look at the road before me just a step beyond the gate.
I stand at the gate and my eyes search for any sign of direction. Off in the distance I see rays of sunlight that quickly retreat into shadow as I watch, teasing me with hope that is transient and elusive. I’m too old to go chasing after “maybes” and “what-ifs.” I need a sure thing. Yet I realize how unreasonable and unrealistic that standard is. There are no “sure things” and to make that a requirement will only keep me paralyzed with indecision.
I stand at the gate…
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,900 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 32 trips to carry that many people.
Every so often I have an epiphany that is so simple, so obvious, so elementary that I get angry at myself for not seeing it sooner. Or at least not acknowledging that it is something that I know already… but I’m not practicing as I should.
Here’s an example:
“IF you want to get better at something (doesn’t matter what it is), the way to improve your performance is…
*ready for this?
… do whatever it is that you want to improve in.”
Yet how much time do we spend looking for a magic pill, a shortcut, some hocus-pocus that will make us better without putting in the hard work it takes to actually get better?
You say you want to be a better runner. Guess what, if you continue to run you will get better.
Want to get better at pull-ups? Do them
Want to get better at singing? then sing
Want to get better at playing an instrument? Then play
Intuitively we know this. Why are some people great at playing video games? Because they play them all the time. Why are athletes so good at the sport they do… because they do it all the time.
In order to get good at anything you have to invest time and hard work in doing it.
Let’s bring this home to everyone and make it real.
You say you want to lose weight? Guess what… it’s going to require time and effort. Period. The “gurus” out there are making a fortune selling illusions of quick fixes and shortcuts… but if you want to make it real, make it last and see real results then you have to invest time and effort in the process.
Yet in this culture of instant gratification we want results NOW, right now. We also quickly become bored with the effort and move on to something more shiny, more new and easier. We want the sculpted, supermodel body but we want it with only the couch potato effort. We will spend thousands of $$$ dollars buying meal plans, pills, shakes, gadgets and fads in order to lose weight and slim down… but we won’t spend that amount of time and hard work doing the same.
It is a journey, a lifelong journey. It requires your time and your hard work. It will not happen over night (so you can get that fantasy out of your head right now.). It is a game of inches. Results are in direct proportion to the time and effort you invest in doing whatever it is you want to improve in. (R = time+effort)
See, its so simple, so easy to say, so easy to gloss over… but sometimes it is the simple things that we trip over along the way.
Now, begin… do what you can do today… and increase that by a little bit more tomorrow… and don’t quit. The results will come I promise you. Just keep on and don’t stop.
*we now return you to your regularly scheduled life already in progress*
This past week we found out at work that our per-ordered uniform allowances from 2013 were processed wrong so we had 15 days to re order. I did (and for the first time in 8 years I used every single penny of the allowance)… but there is a catch.
As of this moment I’m in 42 pants. Now the smart thing to do would be order 42’s right? Well… no one has accused me of being smart so what did I do? I ordered 40s and 38s. So… now I have to keep at it in order to fit in my new clothing allowance.
So here is the real reason for the update.
**Now let me preface this with some disclaimers:
I know that to the purists, machine mileage is not the same as “real” or “on the road” mileage. I further concede that my times are s-l-o-w compared to real runners and people who are in a shape other than round.
I’m going to have to get a shirt or a hat that says, “I’m Getting There”
Anyway… that’s the update, we now return you to your regularly scheduled surfing and lurking.