We all have Big Dreams. We all want to Go Places. We dream of Reinventing, Rejuvenating, Restoring. Along life’s journey hobbies Get Shelved. Dreams Too. The Pertinent and Immediate becomes all consuming.
So Here’s to Starting Little.
Do you want to Climb Mountains? Let’s Start with Practising Endurance. Without Grit, no mountain can Be Scaled. Practice Endurance.
At our Careers. In our Homes. In our Relationships.
Pushing past Comfortable and Into Excellence.
Do you want to be an Artist? Be okay with Failure. With the Outcome of your Pursuits being a Caricature of Your Vision.
Be Okay with Starting Over. From Scratch. Next time you’ll be Closer to your Masterpiece.
Do you want to be an Inventor? Be a Creative Problem Solver.
Every Day in the most Mundane Tasks.
Think Outside the Box
When you Clean Your Car. Do Your Laundry. Shop for Groceries.
The Greatest Ingenuity comes from Rethinking Old Patterns.
We’ve heard this saying forever. It basically means whatever we are trying for the first time, once we figure it out we will never forget. Sometimes this can be a problem.
Maybe we learned a dysfunctional way to pedal the Life Bike. Generations of dyfunctional pedalling. Someone told you to go a full rotation backwards before going forwards. Resulting in a lot of stop and starting and poor forward motion.
Sometimes in life, we need to learn how to ride the Life Bike again. Relearn a more efficient way. Sometimes our teachers didn’t know the best way forward. Sometimes the only Life Bike we had to get us through the early years was rusty and missing gears. We learned to pedal the bike, but it was no small achievement.
So, Huge Kudos to those who learned to ride on rusty gears. You’re the coolest freestyle riders I know. You’ve developed muscles so many “New Life Bike Every Year” people didn’t. But maybe, it’s time to really relook at “Learning to Ride Again”.
Find your own way forward. The way of easy riding. Just think of the distance you can go with all the grit and determination you learned from those rusty gears.
In 1650, the first Coffee House opened in Oxford England. The Grand Cafe. It started a Revolution. As Steve Johnson, a modern media theorist puts it, a wonderful Intellectual Flowering started to happen. An Era of Innovation. Before this, the drink of choice was Alcohol. Instead of Numbifiers and Stupefiers, the English were imbibing Stimulants. They would gather in this Elegant Establishment and Exchange Ideas. There’s no greater power on earth than the Cooperating Collective.
We are a Coffee Infused Generation. But we are also Numbing Ourselves with TV. The Net. Netflix. Maybe it’s Time for some Innovation.
So here’s an Invitation….
Meet me at the Grand Cafe. Let’s exchange Ideas. I want to Hear Your Dreams. What is Intriguing You. What your Five Year Plan is and how I can help you Get There. There’s nothing like Networking to help us achieve our goals. We will never get anywhere as an Island.
If you’re shy and don’t want to leave a comment, email me and we can start a conversation!
Somewhere there’s a forest fire. A little deer has lost its home. The familiar tree where a little squirrel hides his nuts has gone up in flames. A pretty wildflower who worked so hard to unfurl its leaves towards the sun is withered and scorched. The smoke rises in dark clouds over a landscape that once held life and serenity to so many creeping things. A bolt of unfortunate lightning. A cigarette butt. A too bright ray of sun on a piece of errant glass. And a landscape is changed forever.
Slowly life will be restored, but it will be different than it was. For a while, there will be nothing appealing to the eye. But to the ants first, there will be signs. Signs of Restoration. A little blade of grass. A small fir tree will sprout. A brave little wildflower will birth its lime green head through the parched earth.
Not having lemonade in this house is akin to a crime being committed. I awoke last night at around 130 and am desperately thirsty for some of that wonderful summer time elixir. So i threw on my satin cargoes, a chunky knit sweater and flip flops. Opening my front door and stepping onto my verandah, the delightful summer night air made my heart so happy. The street so quiet and had an air of gentleness to it. I love my happy city. The dash board lights and the hum of the engine starting was kinda exciting at this hour. I made my way to the McDonalds down the street where the sweetest filipino lady sounded like she was living her dream as she took my order. I love non complainers. I decided on a mango smoothie and I decided to not go home.
I meandered the downtown core, along with the street sweepers and the commercial cleaning companies. The marble foyers of the sky scrapers gleamed in the incandesent light. The gleaming and beautifully designed security desks so architecturally perfect. The furniture in the foyers so classically modern. I felt like I was driving through a movie set. Where the characters are all still in their trailers. Like a pretend land of dreams.
Calgary is a land of dreams. I’ve come to adore my city. So clean and safe. Truly a city of promise and one where with hard work and dedication, even the wildest dreams are achieved.
Last night, the city of the Wild West was quiet and serene. Finishing the last sip of my smoothie I pulled into my drive and felt so full of gratitude for our lovely city. And climbed back into my bed, nestled in the heart of my gentle city. Happy and content.
Who is Looking in the Mirror at the End of a Day? A Human with Vulnerabilities. All over the world, you will find the majority of people standing before a mirror at the end of a day. Foam from their toothbrushes pressing the corners of their mouths.
CEO’s. Executive of This and That. Construction Workers. Mailmen. The Jobless.
Various Pyjamas or Lack Thereof. Through Common Ritual, we realize we are in a Common Experience.
Can we Just Stand Toe to Toe for a Moment?
The Executive of This and That Company is Scared Too. Just as The Jobless.
The Uncertainty of Life hangs in the Balance for them too. Inside an executive’s custom suited chest is a Time Ticker. At any Moment, things can Come to a Close. A Common Experience is Uncertainty. CEO’s go to bed on the Hope of Another Day. That the Sun will be on their face Tomorrow, the Wind on their Back. Just like the Jobless One on their Plastic Cot under the Charity Blanket at the Mustard Seed. Hoping against Hope. Why do we Feel Titles and Bank Accounts and the Trappings of Life make us Less Vulnerable to Fears and Uncertainty? It Doesn’t. Look at the Statistics.
Alcoholism and Suicide is Rampant too in the Upper Crust .
There’s the Common Experience of Hunger. In its Myriad Forms.
Hunger for Love. Support. Kindness. Warmth.
Everyone has this Common Need. At our Core, is a Common Longing to be Understood, Accepted and Adored. It’s an Ache in the Chest when it’s Denied. A wonderful Satiation fills the Soul when it’s Enjoyed. A Washington Lobbyist in their Office with Marble Floors and Sky High Views and the Parolee in the Garbage Strewn Graffiti Adorned Alley behind the Lobbyists’ Office are Equally Needy and Vulnerable to this Common Experience of Hunger.
Our Needs are Basic. Common. We are all Vulnerable.
No Bank Account, Title, Education can make us Less Vulnerable to These Things. We all Rely on Sovereign Grace. For Granting us Time and Opportunity. We Also Desperately need Grace from Each Other. From Humanity. I Pray we can Show Grace to Each Other.
Kindness. Love. Warmth. Support.
Without it, Society Crumbles. For it isn’t Strength of the Economy. Has nothing to do with Bears and Bulls in New York. Harvard can’t Teach It. The Greatest Good to our Fragile World is Grace.
Let’s Give Grace to Each Other. We’re all in This Together.