Posts Tagged ‘desteny’

Wrestling the Muse

I took a writing course once. It wasn’t very expensive. It was a distance learning course, mostly conducted over the internet. One of the features of the course was periodic on-line chat sessions with the instructor. For all the course cost, the instructor had to have been dedicated to producing writers … she couldn’t have been earning much for her efforts.

During one of the chat sessions, the subject of writers block was breached.

“I keep getting writers block.” one of the students chatted, “What can I do about it.”

“When you get writers block,” the instructor advised, “sit down and start writing.”

That didn’t make a lot of sense. How can one write something when they’re writers blocked?

“Ya, but,” the student continued, “shouldn’t I go traipsing through the daisies, or something like that?”

“You can do that.” the instructor responded. “You do need to harvest experiences, relax, and find inspiration. However, when it’s time to write, put your fingers on the keyboard, and start writing.”

The young Bill Stewart was the line coach for my High School football team some 30 odd years ago. One hot, humid late August day we were out there in a pre season practice on the field along the banks of the beautiful Ohio River. We weren’t having a good practice, very apparently. At the end of the practice, Coach Stewart had the linemen form up in a school circle, and he gave us a pep talk.

“When you don’t feel like practicing,” Coach Stewart advised animatedly, “that’s when you need it most!”

If you’re going to write, you need to write, even if you don’t feel like it. If you’re going to paint, you need to paint, even if you don’t feel like it. If you’re going to play football, you need to play football, even if you don’t feel like it. If you’re going to study, you need to study, even if you don’t feel like it. If you’re going to chop wood, you need to chop wood, even if you don’t feel like it. Get in there, and do it anyhow.

Practice makes perfect, and sometimes you have to wrestle the muse. If you don’t, she might just wander off, forgetting about you and your dreams, and aspirations entirely.

Till next time, stay in there. Keep at it. Whatever it is you do, I need you doing it.



I’ve been fascinated with the Law of Attraction from the moment I heard it expressed in those terms.  I understood the concepts of this Natural Law in childhood.  I knew that if I were walking in the woods and I came to a fork in the path I would either turn to the right, or to the left.  If I took the left path, those things along and at the end of the right path would not be in the direction I would be going.   Likewise, if I took the right path, those things along and at the end of the left path would not be in the direction I would be going.  If I were at my Grandparents house and wanted to visit my Aunt Betty I would not take the path that led to my Uncle Dales, nor my Aunt Lindas.  I would take the path that led to Aunt Bettys.

It seemed to me that the greater paths and directions a person may take in life would follow the same dynamic; decide where you want to go, and follow that path.  You may be compelled to stop for a moment now and then to carve your name in a tree, or to chase a raccoon through the woods, but you’ll regroup and keep moving forward.  The important thing is that you get on the path.  Reach your destination before supper is over, however, or all you get is a cold plate and a call to help with the dishes.

Till next time, remember, you are spectacular.  Even if you dilly and dally along the way, if you stay on your path, you’ll eventually get to where you’re going.

Get on the Bus

If you step out into the street in front of a speeding bus, you will get hit by a speeding bus.  You will experience a sudden, very dramatic, life changing event resulting from your own actions.  It will also result in a very negative experience.  Unfortunately, most actions intended to bring about sudden, dramatic changes in life style have negative outcomes.  Most participants in get rich schemes, of whom I’ve ever heard, at least, only wind up helping make the planner of the scheme rich; the planner having evolved the scheme diligently over time.  Most lottery winners usually wind up deeper in debt than they ever could have imagined possible within five years after the big win.

“Good things come to those who wait.”  In my observation this saying is more a dynamic than an old, irritating adage to persuade children into eating their broccoli before eating sweets.  The cake must be baked before it is eaten.  The farmer must plant the seeds and tend the field before reaping the harvest.  The baby must gestate before it is borne.

“Good things come to those who wait.”  Good things seem to evolve from optimistic attention and fostering of growth.  Bad things seem to spring from impetuous actions, the lunging at brass rings aboard the carousel.  Pick your destination, and get on the bus.  More than likely you’ll have an interesting conversation or two with fellow travelers, and enjoy the scenery along the way.  When you get there, you’ll get there, but you will have been all along the way.

Thank you for reading my blog, and remember, it’s the little things you do consistently, each and every day,  compounded over time, that make you spectacular.

Hocus Focus!

Working through the Leadership Traits is taking a lot more time than I expected. I wish I had more time to dedicate to writing. But, I don’t, and it’s all good.

I’m really in to a branch of study I guess you’d call Success Psychology. This informal (for the time being) branch of Psychology explores why, and how humans accomplish things … particularly extraordinary things. As it turns out, the seeds of success are located between each and every individuals ears, and the only thing that rabbits foot has to do with it is a concept I call Empowerment Mechanismatics.

I came across an interesting exercise demonstrating the power of Focus. I can thank Tony Robbins for the demonstration.

Reading ahead is cheating.

I’d like for you to get a piece of paper, and a pen or pencil. When you’re ready, I’d like for you to take a few seconds and look around the room. You don’t need a timer, say a short rhyme while you’re looking around the room. ‘Sing a Song of Six Pence’ works for me.

Now, while you’re looking around the room, I’d like for you to make a mental note of everything you see that is brown. Don’t write anything down yet.

Ready … Go!

OK! What I’d like for you do to next is square that piece of paper up in front of you, take your pen, or pencil, and write down everything you took mental note of that was red. Ha! You thought I was going to say brown.

Now, go ahead and do the exercise again, except this time, I’d like for you to take mental notes of things in the room that are red, instead of brown. Use the same nursery rhyme to time yourself, and then list out your findings on your piece of paper.

When you’re finished, you’ll probably notice that you’ve stretched the criteria for a red object just a little. You’ve probably included objects that are maroon, or pink, or reddish brown.

Here’s the punch line: you are going to find for what you are looking, and you are also gong to find things proximal to what you are looking for … stretch the envelope of definition … get more.

If you walked around all day saying to yourself, ‘Find red stuff!’, how much red stuff do you think you’d find. Huge amount of red stuff is what you’d find. Now, what if you did that all week, all month, all year … ten years? Red stuff would seem to be begging for a chance to get in your field of vision.

Happiness, prosperity, love, health … all these desirable things are as tangible as red stuff. Think about and focus on good things, focus on positive things, and you’ll find good things. After a while good things will be begging to find a way to get within your reach. Unfortunately, think about and focus on bad things, focus on negative things, and you’ll find bad things. After a while bad things will be begging to find a way to get at you in a World of hurt.   Notice my verbiage here … you have to reach over and pick out the good things you want when they come at you; bad things are not so polite as to entertain your selectivity.

Jeff Olson tells me in the guise of his book The Slight Edge that it takes 16 instances of positive exposure to negate the effects of just 1 instance of negative exposure … and that’s an instance of negative exposure from a complete stranger.  That’s a difficult ratio to overcome.  Limit your exposure to negative input in any form, and be vigilant toward exposing yourself to positive input, especially in the form of your own thought processes.

So, till next time, keep the good thoughts churning in your head, because your share of all the good in the Cosmos is waiting for you to go get it.

It’s Your Donkey

There are people around us whom care enough about us to give us advice on how we should conduct our business.  Often, this advice is unsolicited, and is thrust upon us with ultimatums.  The wise seek counsel, but the wise also make their own decisions.  Buffalo Bob may have taken advice from the Peanut Gallery, but they didn’t run the Howdy Doody Show; and the captain is the one who helms the ship to port, despite all the input from all the sources a captain needs to do so.

I have a stock response for well-wishing free-advice givers, which is, ‘Thank you, I’ll take your counsel into consideration.’  And, I do.  If I consider the advice good, I’ll use it; if not, I won’t.  The guy who brushes my teeth every morning is the only guy that can make those decisions for me, because he’s the guy who brushes my teeth every morning.

We are the stewards of our own destiny.  When we let other people do this for us, we run into unnecessary problems, which we are still responsible for resolving.  The following is an old parable I recently posted to a friend on one of my social networking sites.  I don’t think it has a name.  The parable illustrates the problems of always doing what others suggest, and not follow our own intuition.

‘Way back when … A man sold his donkey to a villager. He thought to take his son along into town to deliver the donkey. On the way into town they thought they’d enjoy the walk, and lead the donkey by a rope.

‘One of their neighbors along the way saw this, and became infuriated. “What are you doing!” the neighbor said, “You have a strong donkey, and you’re making your son walk? What kind of thing is that?”

‘So, the man had his son ride on the donkey as they went into town. They came across another neighbor along the way. “What are you doing?” the neighbor asked, “What kind of son are you to make your poor old father walk while you ride a donkey? And what kind of father are you to let him do it?”

‘So, the boy got off the donkey, and let his father ride as they went into town. They came across another neighbor along the way. “Wasteful!” the neighbor accused, “There you have a strong donkey you both could be riding, and only one of you is. What kind of thing is that?”

‘So, the man helped his son up on the donkey so both of them could ride. At that point, the donkey’d had enough. He bucked both the man and his son off his back, mumbled something about joining the French Foreign Legion, and trotted off into the sunset … leaving the man, the son, and their transaction in town in his wake.’