Innovation Gone Wild
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When we went to have family photos for our church directory, the photographer took the pictures and immediately showed us the “proofs.” We then chose the ones we wanted from the selection and promptly paid him, knowing we’d receive the package in the mail, in only a few weeks! While this seems like the logical thing to do in our very technological world, it wasn’t always so! Years ago when you went to a photographer, it required returning in several weeks to choose the “proofs” desired and then go back again to pay for them and pick them up!
The many changes over the last one hundred years in America, is mind boggling! After the Industrial Revolution, Americans were energized and excited about all they could do if given a chance! Once the railroad took root and the telegraph line emerged, new industries of all kinds were created across the nation. Some historians call what followed, the “Second Industrial Revolution” as new consumer goods were created and America became a place of mass production, consumption, and marketing, set on becoming a world power, leading in both technology and industry. 1
This was a time of great change for our country, and still change continues. Changes are apparent in how we are entertain: rather than meeting together in the kitchen or on the porch for conversation and fellowship, we meet in coffee houses or restaurants—or virtually, given the COVID pandemic. Instead of talking over the fence with our neighbor, our lives are placed on face book for everyone to see.
As vital as our computers are, they are being replaced everyday by iPods, iPhones and other smaller technological gadgets, which even synchronize with the computers, allowing us to always stay connected. Twitter is now the quickest way to get news out into the world about anything, replacing the telephone! And Google, or any other ‘search engine’, has almost entirely replaced searching books, libraries or any written literature for questions for absolutely anything!
Instead of preparing meals from scratch, food is bought from the store in prepackaged containers, as we eat ourselves into obesity. Instead of keeping busy with an outside world, walking, farming or otherwise regular exercise, we spend hours and hours in front of the television and on the computer, in a world of physical inactivity, creating health issues, as we become weaker and less able to even fight off diseases which complicate our medical world. Families no longer grow their own food, free of chemicals and pesticides, but consume food filled with salt, sugar, coloring, chemically induced hormones and insecticides to make shelf life longer, yet toxic.
We no longer live in an era of self-sufficiency, but rather in a world of government hand-outs and government regulations that often fosters dependency rather than encouraging people to become more self-reliant. Is this the life we really want? Has the era of great innovations and inventions been really “great” or is there a dark side?
New innovations aren’t a bad thing, but we’ve lost sight of what is really important. I challenge you to consider how you spend your days, using all the latest innovations, which are supposed to make our life less complicated even while we are actually busier. Do we need to step back, take a deep breath and reprioritize on what is important, re-think how we spend our time, communicate with our neighbor and families, or even, evaluate proper nutrition?
Isn’t That Just Nice!
A friend said recently, “It’s 24 degrees out this morning. It feels almost balmy. Last night coming home, it was 12 and as I was fumbling with the levers on the steering wheel looking for the high beams, I accidentally hit the window wash. It froze instantly! Nice!”
I love my friend’s description of what happened, and even understand the “nice” at the end. Of course she wasn’t in the least excited about what had just happened; in fact, she was completely annoyed, and rightly so, given the circumstances. Have you ever thought about the English language? In a word, it’s complex! In two words, very complex! I heard once that English might be the most difficult language to learn because of how differently we use words.
Words seem to travel. They travel from country to country, are added and subtracted from, combined with other words, and even created. Other times they kind of mutate into words, from their original meaning into something completely different. Tim McGraw, in his country music hit years ago, “Remember When?” kind of brought that idea to the forefront.
Tim McGraw focused on words like coke, crack and hoe, among others. Fifty years ago when a person was talking about having “coke,” he was talking about the sweet, carbonated drink. Today, it’s also a horrible, debilitating, illegal drug.
According to the dictionary, the word nice means to be agreeable, pleasant; some would even say kind. In the thirteenth century the word nice actually meant a foolish or simple person! In the early 1600’s it meant behavior that encouraged wantonness; and by the late 1600’s it had changed yet again to mean a wicked person! It continued to change and at different time periods meant extravagant, elegant, strange, modest, thin and for a time, even shy!
Other words that have morphed over time includes: awful, which once meant deserving awe. Brave once meant cowardice, (like “bravado”); girl meant a young person of either sex; guess meant to take aim; nuisance, to bring injury or harm; and quick meant to be alive!
So words change. I guess you could say, “So what?” And maybe it is a small thing, but for a moment think of words like frosty, or revenge or brunch. Perhaps in fifty years or so, words common to us now may mean something completely different.
There isn’t really anything wrong with this, I guess. Everything changes. I have to admit, however, to see how words change, just really drives home how nothing ever stays the same. We are born, are school children, teenagers and then adults. Our children look at us as though we’ve lost our minds when we reminisce on the past. A song brings back a memory, a hair style, or clothes fashion. It seems every generation is unique; and that’s as it should be….so long as we don’t forget our past or disrespect it.
Makes A Man Lazy
We visited with a friend who moved into a town house where lawn care, snow removal and other every day chores were eliminated. He, at age 83, had been a vigorous worker until this most recent move, tending a garden, keeping his lawn impeccable, along with other volunteer work he did for his community. Now he says he is left with nothing more to do than “putzing” around his work shop when the whim hits him.
As we reflected on his changed lifestyle he lamented, “The only thing is, life like this makes a man lazy!” What an interesting perspective. Rather than look at his carefree life style as a release from responsibility and arduous work, he feels void of something important in his life.
In general the term “lazy” might apply to many of us. We have specialists doing sorts of regular things for us: auto mechanics, lawn care, painters, housekeepers/cleaners, dry cleaners; and even prepackaged meals. Many young people haven’t a clue how to cook anything except these prepackaged foods, and often this is the worst kind of fare! The younger generation has even been accused of being “cooking illiterate!”
Our lives overflow with scientific inventions, all in the name of progress. But one might argue, are they really all good? They can help us get things done more quickly, but somehow, in our progress we lose something. I asked an Amish relative recently: “Why do the Amish still rely primarily on the horse and buggy, even in today’s world?”
Her response: “First tradition. It’s the way it’s always been done. But it also keeps us in “community.” Because we choose to use a horse and buggy, our travel distance is only about 13-15 miles a day. It isn’t that a car is wrong. But a car makes it easier to ‘go out into the world.’ Ultimately we would become dependent on it rather than on our community.”
Our scientifically invented appliances are set up to lessen the work load. We have microwaves, (and I’m the first to admit I’d be lost without it!), dishwashers, bread makers, electric mixers and can openers, washers and dryers, (again, a must for me!), drip coffee makers, television for entertainment, computers for information, to name a few for what are commonly known as “conveniences.”
Are these conveniences really effective? Sometimes, yes, other times no, depending on the appliance. Further, we become so reliant on the ease of using these appliances; we often forget how to do the task without it. As my friend lamented, it causes us to be lazy and dependent on our inventions! Physical labor is limited at best! Our young people often pay the greatest price, since watching television, and/or playing video games create a lack of activity, creating the issue of obesity.
We can change this, but it takes focused attention to educate ourselves and others. Perhaps lessons from our ancestors on how they accomplished formidable tasks rather than looking for someone (or something) to do another everyday activity for us would be helpful.
My friend reminded me that while I don’t suggest doing things like our predecessors from a century ago; perhaps a step back and some re-evaluation of my life style may be needed, especially if a person considers what would happen if a catastrophic situation hit us. How many of us could survive, literally, longer than a week or so; or a month, or perhaps a year? Could you?
What Fills Your House?
My nine-year-old sister and I walked past the stone wall in front of the massive house on our way to school. It was something like you’d see on a movie screen. Located on a corner lot, it looked like a mansion. The grand house boasted a huge porch all the way across the front with large white pillars. A balcony sat on top. The yard was manicured under the towering old oak trees. A pair of twins, just older than my sister, lived in the house; Janet and Janette. They were always dressed fashionably and often wore their hair in beautiful braids. And while they were well above our financial status, I don’t remember the girls being snobby, but rather kind and gracious.
Our own house, albeit rented, had four small rooms: a tiny kitchen and living room and two small bedrooms. We didn’t have a beautifully manicured lawn, but I remember a tire with a long rope hanging from a tree. Our house was nothing next to theirs, and at the time, I remember being in awe, and perhaps just a little jealous that these two beautiful girls could have so very much, while my dad worked hard just to make bills and put food on the table.
One of my favorite places to visit is Monticello. It’s big and beautiful, extravagant and inviting! I’m fascinated with the thought process that must have gone into creating this unusual place, both inside and out. And one of the things I really like about it is, it has two fronts! As bizarre as that sounds, the idea of not having a “back door” but rather two front doors just appeals to me!
Why are we a people so consumed with having the grandest and most expensive living quarters around us? People upgrade from a small house to one bigger and then again to another one bigger. Granted, as families grow it’s really a need to be able to accommodate everyone comfortably. But it’s more than that. It’s about having the best of the best; the idea of “keeping up with the Joneses!” It’s about being the best on our block, in our town or community and those in Hollywood might suggest, the best of their peers! It’s about money and status!
Sadly, money and status cannot make us happy. It matters not the amount of rooms a house has, how elaborate the furnishings, the number of maids, or if we have a tennis court, swimming pool or movie theater inside! What is really important in a house isn’t the “stuff or the cost of the stuff.” It’s the heart. A house is just a house if it isn’t a home filled with love and caring for each other.
Even if our lives are filled with all that is grand, when we do not have love we have nothing. We walk through life doing the motions of one who has everything, but we are left feeling empty and sad.
So I challenge you to look at the place you call “home.” Is it home or is it a house filled with stuff? Is your heart filled with love for those around you are is it filled with an ache of emptiness?
We’ve started a brand new year. It’s a wonderful time to start brand new relationships or mend relationships, even with the one in your life right now, that perhaps you’ve been married to for the last five, ten, fifteen or twenty years—or your children who rely on you as a role model! Make your house a home, and love! Love your spouse and your children. In a twinkling of an eye it can all be gone. Enjoy it while you can.
Letting Go
It’s only January, yet High School seniors are making plans for graduation, albeit strangely altered from what was considered normal just a year and a half ago. They’ve spent the last thirteen years growing, maturing, studying and preparing for the day they become “the graduate!” Since their first day in Kindergarten there have been growth spurts, challenges, new friends, tests, new ideas and development into the person they have become. It’s time to close this chapter in their lives, and they are excited even if a bit fearful – or at least filled with just a twinge of anxiety!
While graduation brings the end of school, kindergarten through twelve, it also opens the door to new growth. It brings to the graduate a time to let go of where he’s been “comfortable,” and begin a new life with exciting adventures and endless possibilities. As a parent, graduation also means letting go. Even though this process has been on going for many years, the fact remains, it never comes easy to cut the apron strings.
When my oldest daughter neared her senior year, I considered her numerous achievements, difficulties and hard work. While looking through the scores of papers I had collected from those passing years, I wished for a way to record them permanently.
I finally decided on making a “graduation quilt.” I began by choosing one accomplishment from each year and transferred as completely as possible, the memory onto a twelve inch square piece of muslin. (Something from each year of school—a favorite picture she drew, her first love letter, mascots, awards, etc.) I then embroidered each of these squares, again, as closely as possible to the original, and put them together, with other blocks in between, and created a queen size quilt.
Working on this quilt gave me the opportunity to remember and begin to really let her go toward her new world, that would not only no longer revolve around her father and me, but thrust her into a world that could separate us by hundreds, if not thousands, of miles. She would be entering a world of her own decision making, living where she chooses, and following her dreams to success, where ever that might lead her.
Tears flowed as I neared the end of her quilt: tears of joy, sorrow and yet cleansing. Her father and I had raised her into a knowledgeable, independent adult. It was time to allow that growth to widen beyond our parental focus.
Tears flowed again when she opened her gift following graduation; both hers and mine: tears of love, sadness and excitement at the opportunities and challenges before her. As I worked on her sibling’s quilts, each unique since they all had unique classes and experiences, I was once again afforded the time to remember, the opportunity to dream their dreams and the means to begin learning to let go.
Perhaps you have no desire to make a quilt, but it is still a good time, even though it’s only the beginning of the calendar year, to consider how special your graduate is. Remember their accomplishments, their struggles, and dreams. Remember also, how tough the last year and a half have been. There’s been no school, homeschool, online classes, virtual school and sometimes even a little bit of all! Perhaps you can create a scrapbook or other “memory saver” to share with your special young adult, even as you work through your own emotions, of letting go.
Taking Stock
We’ve reached the end of another year, and perhaps a good time to take stock of what we’ve done, and what is important. It’s been a tough year, but not all bad. I’ve had another grandbaby born, we’ve traveled and I’ve written a lot, and have promising new projects for next year.
I’m older and I hope a tiny bit wiser. They say that comes with age. I don’t know. Sometimes I think it comes with circumstances as opposed to age, although age certainly would be the better of the two. Being wise from circumstances sounds a bit ominous and age, well…. It just is. You can’t do anything about that. Of course, sometimes you can’t do anything about circumstances either!
I am grateful for my family who for the most part, are healthy and happy. We are not unlike any other family with health issues in every single one of my children’s lives (and/or family members), as well as, my husband’s. Yet, how we deal with those issues is what determines “healthy.” The same holds true for “happy.” I like to think myself a “happy” person and most of the time I do have a positive attitude. But attitude has a lot to do with happy. A person can be very wealthy, having all the things money can buy and be superficially happy, but down deep, in their hearts they long for something more, something different and aren’t really happy at all.
I am also extremely grateful for friends who have supported me and been close by when I’ve needed them throughout the year. Every person needs someone…..and sometimes that someone comes in the form of a really good friend. You are doubly blessed when your spouse is your best friend. But as a woman, I enjoy the company of other women who share my faith and are willing to give of themselves when only a woman’s perspective will do!
My writing has continued to be an incredible journey. I write two independent blogs, made lots of “writing friends” and had strangers contact me during the year to let me know I’m making a difference. That’s the ultimate success, in my opinion. It’s not about money, fame and fortune. It’s about making a difference in someone’s life, whether it’s for encouragement, a listening ear, advice (although I prefer to give this sparingly!), or just showing kindness.
People need those willing to attempt a positive difference. We’ve become an anti-Christian culture, with materialism becoming more and more important. Families are fighting for their lives as divorce ravages couples and financial pressures threatens to further deteriorate the family framework, not to mention the COVID pandemic that has upended everyone’s lives! We are daily bombarded with negative media influences, creating chasms in communication and our national economic and political arena leaves us wondering what the next shock wave will be or when the next blow will hit.
Where do you find yourself at the end of this year? Do you, like me, stop to consider your accomplishments, successes or even failures? How do you feel toward your family, friends and even co-workers? Are you making a difference and projecting a positive influence in other’s lives—even if it has to be virtual? It’s good to do that sometimes, just to bring things into perspective; and personally I think it’s hard to make new goals if you aren’t sure where you’ve been.
I challenge you, as 2020 draws to a close—with all the negatives that have happened nationwide—COVID, hurricanes and tornadoes and other weather related events, rioting and political disagreements, financial turmoil and more----, to consider what is really important in your life. What do you really want to accomplish and why? Are relationships with family and friends at the top of your list (even if a mask is necessary)? Where on the list does faith fall? Contemplate …and then create positive goals for a brand new year.
Welcome 2021.
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Celebrate With A Christmas Card
Christmas is only a few days away. If you are like me there is still much to do with finishing up the shopping, wrapping, baking, decorating….and preparing Christmas cards—although I’ve made a sizable dent in the process! I have, for many years, sent over a hundred cards a season. I admit, I love receiving the pretty versed cards and consider them as much as gift as the gifts which are placed beneath the tree. I suppose that sounds a little peculiar, but there is something special about receiving a card….any time of the year!
Greeting cards seem to be one of my passions. I have a program on my computer and all year long I send birthday cards and “just because” cards. I can’t explain it, but it gives me pleasure to create and personalize each one. And, of course, at Christmas, while I buy many of the boxed cards—since I send so many, I still find myself often making personal ones for my children, their families and a few others.
The tradition of sending cards has been around a long time. It is said, the Ancient Chinese sent messages on New Year’s; and it is believed early Egyptians, using papyrus scrolls, also sent greetings to the special people in their life. In the early 1400’s, personally designed greeting card exchanges became fashionable in Europe, while woodcut greetings were created and shared in Germany. It wasn’t until 1856, however, when deluxe editions of Christmas cards became the rage. Since then, with some lulls in the process, the industry has emerged and morphed into card availability for all seasons and reasons!
I suppose I am a sentimentalist, but there is something rewarding about sending a card to someone who least expects it. I remember years ago, when a family I hardly knew, experienced an awful tragedy. I mourned for this family for weeks and finally, because I could no longer contain my own grief, sent them a card. It wasn’t anything particularly special, but it let them know I shared their sadness and offered nothing more than a “virtual” smile and hug. A week or so later, I also received a surprise card, which said nothing more than “Thank you….I needed that!” It’s interesting how that kind of thing happens, often when we need it most.
Christmas cards, however, are completely different. We are celebrating a great event. Everyone (well mostly) shares in the excitement and joy of the season. People invest hours searching for just the right gift, wrapping it and sometimes even decorating it. A great deal of time is spent decorating homes and just about anything else stationary, with lights and some will even ‘create’ an object (tree or reindeer) if necessary! Music plays and there is this general festive mood, which you can’t recreate any other time of year. When I sit down to choose just the right card, sign, address and stamp my Christmas cards to friends and family, it’s an extension of the feeling of joy I want everyone to share.
There are those who refuse to join in the tradition of cards, considering it unnecessary and time consuming. Yes, I admit, it is time consuming, but if you look at it as a gift, rather than drudgery, it becomes a labor of love. Love is what Christmas is, isn’t it? When we celebrate the Christ Child, we celebrate love. When we share the celebration in a card, we demonstrate that celebration of love.
I encourage you this season, as Christmas creeps ever closer, when you open the Christmas card from the sender, consider the time, energy ….and love, they are sending. As you send yours, sign each with a smile and a hug in your heart. It’s Christmas! Celebrate!
The Holiday Rush
Thanksgiving just passed and Christmas is on the way with lots of decorations and displays to dazzle us! I remember back in early Fall when the first Christmas decorations came out! Halloween hadn’t even happened yet and Christmas trees were up in some department stores! By the beginning of January, all Christmas tokens will be down and we will see Valentine’s displays and likely even a hint or two of Easter decorations. We’re “holidayed” out before the holiday even arrives!
Reasoning for this phenomenon centers around the economic upheaval we’ve all witnessed worldwide; but they also claim it allows shoppers the opportunity to begin placing desired items on lay away, which allows ample time to pay for the purchases.
I wonder, however, if we aren’t rushing our lives away, in nearly every way imaginable. We are so concerned about the next “event” we miss the now! We rush to work, often over the speed limit because we were running behind; do as much as possible in the workplace, as quickly as possible, until lunch time; eat a fast food lunch, rush home, and rush through the events of the evening, which often includes a trip to a child’s ballet recital, or sports practice, to finally drop into bed from sheer exhaustion; and then start the process all over again the next morning. (Granted this is altered a bit due to COVID-19 but my point remains the same!)
I chatted with an old acquaintance, who married an older man, who had a college age daughter. Several years after their marriage, she became pregnant. They were overjoyed and blessed with a baby girl. When the child was about a year old, the family was staggered by the death of the father from a massive heart attack. Love surrounded the mother and family as they struggled to regain some semblance of normalcy, despite the grief. A week after the funeral, the family had yet another surprise. The young woman was stunned to learn she was pregnant again. Panic eventually was exchanged for joy as she realized she was going to be blessed with another child; this time, she learned, a boy. As she and I chatted, she shared that while she was excited, she was also frightened.
What does she care about the next holiday? She has greater worries, as most of us do, yet we are inundated with decorations for the next holiday, regardless of how unimportant it may be. Her focus isn’t on New Year’s, Valentine’s Day, or St. Patrick’s Day which is still months away. It’s on how she is going to provide for her daughter and upcoming newborn. So why is the business world so intent on flooding our senses with a pounding of the next holiday? Aside from purely economic strategy, I can’t answer that one. Personally, waiting until two or three weeks out from a holiday is soon enough to begin the onslaught of decorations that signal the upcoming event.
What is more important, is making sure our family knows they are loved, regardless of how much money we spend on celebrating a holiday. I’ve learned the holiday will arrive whether we decorate or not. It is a day on the calendar that someone decided was important. There are those celebrations of our faith which we should and do recognize, like Christmas and Easter. Many of these in our cultural world, however, have lost their religious value and are replaced with only monetary worth. Perhaps if we reflected on the real reason for the celebration without all the glitz and glamour that has been added, we may find reason to cherish the holiday even more.
There’s No Place Like Home
Traveling for the past forty-seven years has been routine for our family. Our five children can say they have “been” to all forty-eight continuous states. (And a couple have been to other countries!) Now I will admit my youngest has very little memory of his journeys since he was so young, but it was what we did.
It seems when we go on a trip there is usually at least one thing that happens which throws a “kink” into an otherwise wonderful trip. My friend best described a situation that at the time was awful, but almost downright comical in hindsight! She’s on her way home, in the driver’s seat while her husband is temporarily the passenger. She needs to sneeze and realizes there are no tissues; she misses seeing a police officer, which her husband is quick to point out (I assume she might have been going too fast?), she’s stressing because the dog needs to go out, she misses the exit and then promptly dropped her phone in a puddle once she gets out of the car! And then has the sense of humor to say things went downhill from there! Needless to say she was delighted once they finally arrived in their driveway!
I know that feeling of finally reaching home; total relief, exhausted, excited, yet a little unnerved since you are never quite sure what the house is going to “look” like, whether it’s been “tended” to by family or neighbors! My friend said her house smelled like “dirty socks!” Mine…. Usually has an “earthy” smell. It’s like the kitchen sink hasn’t been used in six months and whatever was in the drain composted while I was away! (I’ve since discovered if I have my daughter dump some baking soda and salt in it a couple times a week and run some water, I can eliminate that problem!) Still, there are just little “odors” which attack my senses that are nonexistent when I’m home and taking care of things!
Still, when I place my weary bones on my own bed (since it is usually late when we arrive back), sleep is welcome relief. All else seems unimportant and can wait until morning, which seems to come all too quickly! Then it’s laundry and “house hunting” after the car is unloaded and everything is mostly just “put” in the house. Then there is the matter of mail; first sorting into piles of urgency, with bills that need to be paid promptly on top, and all else into his pile, hers, read further, junk (this is the largest pile) and then “everything else!”
When the moment arrives, about a week later, I am thrilled to finally have all the laundry done and put away, the floors swept and mopped, mail all taken care of and I can sit down and enjoy my “space,” I am indeed very glad to say, “there really is no place like home!
I challenge you this week to consider how very special your home really is. Everyone needs vacation; that time to get away from everyday issues and just relax—and even that can be stressful right now with the COVID ‘thing’. But the place you call your home is really your place of rest, peace, family, holidays, joy, children…..yes, even pain and grief. But it is what keeps you grounded; that sense of belonging; belonging to what is real. Connect with your “home” today, the people, the place, the feeling. Breathe deep, and enjoy!
Appearances Matter
I remember as a very young person staying with an aunt and uncle who every week went into town to do the necessary shopping at the grocery store, hardware store and any other place required, and to attain anything which would be needed for the coming week. What I found odd was how both my aunt and uncle changed from their daily clothes into their Sunday best! It was a day away from home and they, along with each child, looked prim and proper!
Many years later after I was married, most days I tried to look at least “decent” even if I had no plans to leave the house. Seldom did anyone visit, so one day I decided on a “dress down” day. I donned a pair of not so well fitting jeans and a brightly colored, oversized shirt. Of course, that was the day of unannounced company. I was mortified. It was that day, I decided it mattered not whether I would be home all day alone, go away; or did or did not have guests coming; I would look my best. Period!
What I have discovered over the years, is how I dress, often reflects how I feel. If I am dressed in what I consider a less than appealing outfit, then likely my mood will be less than appealing. When I am dressed casual, (which includes jeans and sneakers) I feel comfortable and pleasant, as long as the outfit fits well and is reasonably attractive. When I am dressed “nice” I find my mannerisms and behaviors will reflect the same.
The truth is, whether we like it or not, we are often judged by our appearance, even when we don’t realize it. When a person demonstrates the attitude and deliberateness it takes to dress nicely (not expensive over dressing, but comfortable and proper fitting) it projects an attitude of caring about themselves, and often about the person with whom they are interacting. This attitude carries over into the workplace.
According to an article by Aaron Gouveia, published in Forbes magazine March 2013, the way you dress can even affect your pay. The article suggests in a business setting, slender/thin people are likely to be paid more than heavier people and blondes are likely to be paid more than brunettes. Those who exercise regularly have an edge over those who do not and women who wear makeup also have an edge over those who choose to forego the makeup routine. Yet being too pretty for a female has drawbacks, but apparently, for her male counterpart, it’s an advantage to be considered handsome!
The article went on to explore the idea of not only dressing properly, but discussing how we “look”overall; and even suggested our table manners are scrutinized when we are in public.
How we “look” to others often falls into “conditioned” categories. A person who has large tattoos all over his arms and neck tend to make some wary. Motorcyclists have been known to raise an eyebrow or two, and an employer would probably re-think hiring someone who comes to an interview wearing chains and sporting knives in half his pockets!
Does this mean a tattooed person, motorcyclist or even the person wearing chains are bad people? Not at all; but we live in a society of stereotypes and often these kinds of visuals raise red flags. History suggests we should keep a careful distance from those we aren’t sure we trust.
Do you find yourself scrutinizing others, even if it’s only momentary when you enter a business? Can you tell who is a business person and who is not? Are you more likely to trust the mail man than an unknown vender who may knock on your door?
How we dress, look and behave makes a difference in how we interact with other people. We often project our personalities and values by our dress and attitude; and I would even suggest, how we dress will also affect our approach to life.
It’s Thanksgiving week and we are celebrating! It may not be in the normal way, with lots of friends and family around, but even if it’s only two of you, dress up, wear a smile, and do your best to be thankful, regardless of circumstances!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Know that I am thankful for YOU!
http://www.forbes.com/sites/tykiisel/2013/03/20/you-are-judged-by-your-appearance
A Positive Attitude
It was necessary for me to get blood work; so, arriving at the Lab, I took my number and had a seat. When I finally signed in, I was delighted to recognize the young man at the desk whom I’d seen before. Returning to my seat, I shared my pleasant discovery with my husband, “This guy is so good. I don’t mind him taking blood at all.”
When the tech called me back, I sat down and said, “I’m so glad you’re the one taking blood.”
“That sounds so good for my ego!” he said laughing. “I need a raise!” With that, he cleaned the area he was about to poke, pulled the skin tight, inserted the needle, and like before, painless.
I am amazed at the difference in pain level and discomfort when needing to have blood drawn, and the person drawing it, is less than efficient and careful! There have been times when the probing and poking have left me with an awful bruise!
Life is like that sometimes. We have a situation where the comfort level should be horrific, but because of those around us with positive attitudes, even the horrific is bearable; kind of like the water going over the Falls that is contained with the defined boundaries. The opposite of this happens when something which should amount to very little stress, becomes stressful, tedious, filled with undue pressure and anxiety, all because a person feels the need to complain, find fault, and over dramatize the situation, which is what the water would look like should that dam pictured, break.
Once when my husband had to have surgery in Baltimore, the thought of driving there and back terrified me, not to mention the state of my nerves because of the surgery. Some dear friends offered to not only drive, but stay with me the entire day. I was overwhelmed at their kindness. What could have been a day of pure torture, turned out to be much less stressful.
An example of the opposite of this situation might be when planning a family dinner, and have guests (family) who choose to do nothing more than find fault with every other family member, whether present or not. It can spoil what should have been great sharing of memories and excitement over possibilities, in the coming weeks and months. Instead of relaxing, those present, end up feeling defensive, stressed and even sometimes offended.
Our attitudes determine how we will respond to a person, conversation, idea, or even an object. While our emotions surface, often immediately, through body language or facial expression, our cognitive response is dependent on how or what we believe about the subject. Our specific attitude, often influenced from our experiences, observations and environment will then determine our behavior regarding the issue at hand.
Even when we have formed and held attitudes since our childhood, they can be changed through education. Sometimes lack of knowledge can be detrimental to attitudes, largely because we haven’t been able to see the whole picture, or from a cultural standpoint or even from geographical differences. Several examples of this includes the woman’s right to vote; equal opportunity for education or the work place; or even slavery and civil rights, an issue in the forefront of the news again. The attitude is often based on what has always been, or accepted, not necessarily on what is right!
Often attitude is a choice. I challenge you to look at your world today and choose to make it as pleasant as possible for strangers, those you hold dear and for yourself. Be positive! Be kind and pleasant. When you can do this, your heart will be a lot happier (not to mention the recipient’s heart!), and your response will show it!
Uncertain Times
There is so much going on in our country right now, especially in the political arena, and it’s downright scary. Some believe much of the issues revolve around racism, yet not everyone is racist!
There are those in neighborhoods who describe the same kinds of issues, that fanned the flames of the1968 riots, in cities around the nation. Are they right? It depends on perspective. Some blame police, other protesters and others, who don’t have a clue, are just along for the ride! It’s an election year and some even blame the President or other leaders! The truth is, we all need to look into our hearts and see how we feel, and then make a conscious effort to not play into this destructive mindset.
It’s sad, but interesting to note, history has a way of repeating itself. It seems we as humans, have the uncanny knack of forgetting what was before, and reliving those same problems and with as much intensity. It seems lessons just can’t be learned!
This isn’t just true for the negative side of life. Artists do much the same thing. This is especially clear in the Renaissance era. Following the Middle Ages and the Black Death which stole the lives of nearly half the population in Italy, was a time for “rebirth” or a “Renaissance.” The people began placing humans on life’s stage, who were filled with energy, new thoughts and values. This led them to consider what they believed to be the best art and literature available in history: the Greek and Roman period. From there they blended the old with the new that mutated into something unique, something special which created a new life that energizes people even today.
We’re no different, even on a day to day level. We move from season to season, blending what was with what is to be and make the most out of it. Our lives are fashioned around what we know and what it is yet to be learned. It becomes the vitality of the human spirit which drives us on to new beginnings and challenges, which are still being created. The lives we lead are not to be stagnant and dry, but exciting and exhilarating. There is a reformation and revolution within our mindsets which expounds on what we know and what we want to know.
We desire, as a people, to reach further, higher and deeper into places yet undiscovered by man. We want to understand what is going on around us, in us, through us and through others. We want to create something greater than what already is. This is what enables Scientists to keep digging deeper, architects to try new challenging designs, medical technologists to continue to carve out new methods of fighting disease, or even the parent who tries to frame their efforts around what they have learned, but with a slightly different perspective. It’s an effort to be better and we see it in all walks of life.
But we can’t help but look back and remember that which we thought we’d learned, and yet were deceived, by our very own human nature. Man is selfish, greedy, self-centered and much less than good. Our minds become so focused on self and what we want, we often block what “should be,” from what we have learned.
Sometimes I wonder when we became so immune to what we learned. Or does it mean we never really learned it at all?
Smart People
Have you ever noticed people seem to often be together in groups? In fact when you see someone alone, perhaps in a restaurant, or walking into a movie theater, you wonder why. We are creatures of “togetherness.” We like and feel comfortable in a group. Even animals do this.
Groups form for different reasons. Sometimes just because we don’t want to be alone, sometimes for safety, or it could be a business planning or work group; groups put together for presentations, or any number of reasons.
Smart people in high school annoyed me to no end when I had to work like crazy to get a good grade. I wasn’t a stupid student and certainly wasn’t at the bottom of my class, but I had to study most subjects with earnest to get the grade I desired.
In my ninth grade Geography class there was a boy who always seemed to beat me on a test. As the year progressed, it became a standing competition (we did become good friends) between he and I on who got the better score. Even the instructor would comment on who got the better score on a test as he passed them out, so the class also knew. (And just for clarification the instructor was amazing!) However, in my view, it seemed I worked much harder than my friend did to acquire the same grade.
What makes one student “smarter” than another? In college, I did really well in most of my classes, but I felt I was at an advantage in subjects like English, Literature, Communication or subjects requiring writing, given my interest in writing. Additionally, as an older student, and having “life experiences” I felt confident of my skills.
However, those classes requiring math, I struggled and fought “tooth and nail” to get through! I didn’t have the necessary math background from my high school days to understand it easily, even with constant, diligent studying. This left me in a “group” who asked many questions and far from being leader!
What I found interesting, however, was an article that suggested “smart groups of people” are largely comprised of women. I’m not even going to discuss whether the article is correct, but it led me to wonder what constitutes “smart groups.” In college I worked with teams of all females as well as, groups of mixed gender. I wouldn’t designate either group “smarter” than the other. I contend the mixed abilities and personality traits, no matter what the group, give it, its strength.
The person within the group who does not receive an A on every test, perhaps only getting a C in the class, can often offer more than the “intelligence” that smart people seem to have. It can be from his perspective someone else can make a dynamic discovery, comment, presentation or any number of things.
My point is being in a smart group isn’t the only way to be successful. It takes determination, clear thinking, thinking out of the box, common sense and perhaps even what some might call “side-ways thinking” to get the most out of a group think tank! The different abilities often have a way of creating cohesion and satisfaction in a group because of the motivation of all the parties, not just some.
Now that said, if motivation isn’t equal among the participants in any group, the results will be less than satisfactory. I had several such occasions in college. There was one young woman with whom I shared several classes. It seemed we were “paired” more times than I care to admit! She was highly intelligent, but she and I had strong opposition in some areas, including “the dark side” which she wanted to use for presentations She seemed to enjoy sharing her ability and GPA with students she felt inferior to her. I found her superior attitude and condescending behavior frustrating, since it often created some of the other participants in the group to be less than enthusiastic, with her intimidating comments.
So I challenge you to consider all the participants in whatever group you find yourself, whether it be in a business setting, college, church, youth group or any other kind you can think of. Each person is unique and brings irreplaceable and special qualities to the group and strengthens it as a whole, and that’s what really makes a ‘good group’ work!
That Element Of Surprise
I heard the most unusual comment recently, “My sixteen year-old daughter is afraid of butterflies.” I will admit, I have never heard of anyone afraid of them, yet I remember once when there was eight or ten in a single place many years back, and I was a little apprehensive about reaching in to disturb them. Perhaps it was the idea they started out as worms (well, caterpillars)? I don’t know, and it was a fleeting feeling, although I did leave them alone and was happy just to watch them feed on whatever it was they were eating! Yet to have one light on my finger would be amazing, kind of like having a hummingbird stopping long enough to sit on my hand! It would be a once in a lifetime thrill!
Now all that said, I saw a “You tube” clip a friend posted with this note: “Not really a snake fan, but I must admit there is fascination in watching their slow rippling movements.” The comments that followed, left me leery enough of what I’d see, that I did not click on it. “Good one, Got me!!” “Me too….spilled my coffee.” “Now that’s funny stuff, right there!” and “Action too fast for my slow thought system….but I don’t like snakes, spiders or weird stuff!” My husband assures me, given my opinion of snakes, I made the right choice to avoid the video!
This followed up by the post of another friend who tells about a snake that came up behind him while he was working. He said, “I screamed bloody murder and jumped up on top of the stump grinder. Once I got my composure back, I beat the tar out of it with a rake....I hate to be snuck up on!!” Again, the comments that followed, confirmed people don’t like the feeling of a snake slithering up on them unaware.
I can tell you snakes completely upset me! No other way to put it, I am afraid of them! I have gotten past “the only good snake is a dead one,” since I know black snakes kill rattlers. Still the sight of one, makes my skin crawl. With Fall officially upon us, I’m relieved I can again exist in the ‘no snake zone!’
But surprises can come in other ways that not only startle us, like snakes (or butterflies), but also frighten us. ‘Things’ in life, that in some ways are as bad as ‘snakes’ that just makes your hair curl and possibly make you react badly, like change, rejection or uncertainty. Or perhaps flying or even a crowded room.
How do you face your fears? Are you patient and just hope it ‘goes away?’ Do you become desensitized, or do you face it head on and try to work it out? Do you rate your fears from butterflies to snakes or use another method?
I read an article that encourages exposure to the ‘feared object’ in small increments. That’s all well and good for those literal ‘things’ like snakes and spiders. But how do you react to divorce, a car accident that takes the life of a loved one, or a hurricane or fire that wipes out everything you own?
Life tends to be a series of challenges, and often times, it surprises us. It’s great when we are surprised by good things, but when we are surprised with situations that make us fearful, it can be hard to deal with, and cause even the calmest person to, at least momentarily, lose their composure.
A Different Success Story
I have a friend who left a successful corporate job to move to the mountains in an effort to change his lifestyle from busy and stressful to slower and more relaxing. It meant walking away from a well paying job with plenty of funds, to making ends meet and being content with less. Less he observed, was actually more. He and his wife had more time to enjoy each other, their children, the outdoors and the simple things in life.
It seems our world is generally divided into two groups: the first and most influential are those who choose to surge forward, working day and night to make his fortune, often highly motivated by greed and the desire to have more than his nearest neighbor or farthest family member. Those with this kind of high ambition have difficulty focusing on anything but making a fast dollar and the more the better, getting as much as he can, as quickly as possible, especially since ambition is also often equated with power and gives the person a sense of authority over those around him.
The other group tends to be those who have a genuine “stick-it-to-iv-ness” with the genuine desire to make ends meet, hopefully have a little saved for the future, but revel in the blessings of his life. It is the person who willingly goes to work day after day, but welcomes his evenings and weekends to spend with his family with the desire to do nothing more than appreciate what they have without putting material things in the forefront.
The corporate world is doing it’s best to win, at least on the surface. So many people, both men and women, spend their days, at the risk of relationships with their spouse and children, working to get ahead. Our society seems to demand it, with media influence inferring we are only successful if we have the material goods and high paying job to prove it. Our children are often so set on designer jeans, shoes and coats, that anything less is embarrassing. Every member of the family must have a cell phone with a data package, allowing for easy access to internet for social connection to friends on a moment’s notice and a gaming package for entertainment.
Conversation between parents and children has become terse and strained. Relationships between siblings are often nearly non-existent! Instead the need to be in an equal status with peers and a need for constant amusement has become the norm. The sad thing is, however, the cost of this separation and lack of relationship, is leading to more and more problems with depression and substance abuse, as teens turn elsewhere to fill the void and fit in. But it doesn’t only affect our children. Families are deteriorating at every turn, as statistics show up to four generations in a single family can be defined by divorce.
Leadership and integrity from our parents in the corporate sector threaten to be a thing of the past, unless leadership means they fight and claw to give their family the greatest amount of material goods possible. The need for relationships within the family framework is not only desired, but desperately needed, if we are going to reign in this broken family network.
I believe my friend had the right idea. Walking away from a well-to-do society, I am sure would be very difficult if it is what a person is used to, especially to set out to find a life of simplicity. Finding a life within our families, however, can be the greatest reward, even if we don’t have the grandest house on the block, go out to eat three out of four nights a week, wear designer clothes, drive the sleekest or fastest car, or have all the latest technological gadgets.
Our family is an amazing gift which is often overlooked as wealth. I suggest this week, you step back from your success story and attempt to forge a new and stronger bond with what is really important: those you hold dear; your family and loved ones.
Life In Water Color
Art in any form intrigues me. An “artist” I’m not, so to see someone put beautiful images on paper which capture the essence of expression, the beauty of nature or anything like that, is amazing!
There are a lot of reasons artists choose the medium they use, but recently an artist I know said, “I love using water colors! It gives me the ability to express emotion and change lines and background without looking like a photograph!” His ability with oil painting is phenomenal, and often does look like a photograph when completed. It never occurred to me an artist would want less than a “perfect” piece! But I guess it depends on the definition of perfection!
Life is a little like that! We work really hard to make the right choices, choose the right friends, attend the nicest school, have the best job or career, wear the ideal clothes and on and on! We often want to present the “very best” of who we are, or at least ‘who’ we want others to see!
When we do this, sometimes we layer and layer our efforts of “perfection,” and we become “heavy and opaque,” so no real light can come through. We hide who we are and become flat, without any genuine quality, rather than letting our true light or true selves shine through.
Like painting in water colors, a very important aspect of getting the “picture right,” is to have confidence in how the medium is approached. When the attitude is weak and indecisive, the result is vulnerability. Again the same can be said of life. When we move through life unsure of ourselves, or decisions, who we are, what we want to do, or where we are going, the end result is uncertainty, and can often lead us down a path we never intended. We end up being a follower instead of a leader. We choose to allow others to make our decisions for us, even if we know the choice is a bad one, rather than taking a stand.
We have the capability of living our lives with energy and boldness, vitality and purpose, strength and power in harmony with the world around us. Or we can choose to layer the depth of who we are through a façade of all these qualities and miss the joy of who we were created to be.
Sometimes it takes great courage to be confident enough to step out of our comfort zone and away from the expectations of others. We become entrapped in what we believe people want from us and who people think we are. After careful consideration, advice from knowledgeable people around us, taking the first step into some other “realm” of being, is exhilarating!
When we allow who we really are shine through, --and when we approve and like it—others will see the change we’ve made as positive, even if they didn’t immediately think it wise, because they just couldn’t see us any different than they always had!
I challenge you to take a good look at yourself, your circumstances, personality, desires, capabilities and if you are ready to improve who you are, move into a different direction, make a career change, by starting college to advance your career, take classes to revitalize an “art interest” or otherwise grow, then consider it. After careful research (if necessary), step out! Become the successful (and genuine?) person you were created to be!
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Worth A Thousand Words
Seeing a person take pen and ink, charcoal, or chalk or any other variety of art supplies and create a piece of art, for me, is amazing. My grandfather was an artist, and given his simplistic Amish background, I am doubly amazed at his imagination and ability to put his musings onto paper. It’s interesting, I don’t consider myself at all artistic, since my ability is putting words onto paper, and doesn’t seem nearly as impressionable as a picture. It is said, “a picture is worth a thousand words.”
Do you believe that? Have you ever looked at a picture and then try to describe what you see within the frame?
I took a class in college where we were expected to know over one hundred pieces of art, the creator and location of the pieces. It involved sculptures and ornate buildings across the world. I found myself studying intently for hours, considering I didn’t have any background on the matter, and still I didn’t do as well as I’d have liked.
I’ve found while that kind of knowledge is useful, I find the best way to remember something about a picture or painting is to have a passion about what I’m seeing. In my college class, after we visited a museum, we had to pick a piece and write on it. The painting I chose was actually one from a sequence of paintings by Thomas Cole: “The Voyage of Life: Old Age.” The painting depicted the journey of life filled with surprises, pain, and issues that leave us “rough around the edges.” There are jagged rocks and rough waters to upset our “boat” leaving us beleaguered and battered. Yet, despite all we endure, there is hope of eternal life for those who believe.
In addition to a “life journey” it also personifies our young, ambitious country at that time in history. The United States according to John L. Sullivan on “Manifest Destiny, 1839” wrote: “…we are the nation of progress, of individual freedom, of universal enfranchisement.” His views shared by many, were that the new Americans were “God’s Chosen People,” destined to establish a New Israel. This became a central theme as politicians moved Native Americans off their land and colonists moved further and further west, to the promise of wide open spaces and the divine right to a transcontinental nation.
This tells me artwork, like beauty or any other perceived idea, is in the eyes of the beholder. While I understand this painting in this way, and the artist is said to have strong feelings about Manifest Destiny, ultimately it’s what we bring to the painting that determines our own feelings and perceptions. If we come to a drawing with anger and cynicism, then our perception is likely to be different than had we come with optimism and hope.
Art is around us in so many forms. We need, however to be open to see it. Not everyone even agrees with what art is. Modern art is often scorned by a traditionalist, while the progressive can’t understand why we aren’t moving into the next century! A child’s artwork is valued as a treasure by a parent or grandparent, but mocked by someone who has no connection to it, as being just “some silly child’s drawing.”
How do you perceive art? Is your taste broad and visionary, or narrow and traditional? Do you love some art and hate others? Are there artists you love, but others you loathe? Is art nothing more than a feeling, for the person seeing it? Why is a picture said to be “worth a thousand words?”
Nice!
A friend commented once, “It’s 24 degrees out this morning. It feels almost balmy. Last night coming home, it was 12 and as I was fumbling with the levers on the steering wheel looking for the high beams, I accidentally hit the window wash. It froze instantly! Nice!”
I love my friend’s description of what happened, and even understand the “nice” at the end. Of course she wasn’t in the least excited about what had just happened. In fact, she was completely annoyed, and rightly so, given the circumstances. Have you ever thought about the English language? In a word, it’s complex! In two words, very complex! I heard once that English might be the most difficult language to learn, because of how differently we use words.
Words seem to travel. They travel from country to country, are added and subtracted to, combined with other words, and even created. Other times they kind of mutate into words from their original meaning into something completely different. Tim McGraw, in his country music hit years ago, “Remember When?” kind of brought that to the forefront.
Tim McGraw focused on words like coke, crack and hoe, among others. If you used the word “coke” in a sentence fifty years ago it would have meant a sugary, sweet drink and only a drink. In today’s vocabulary it can still mean the syrupy, sweet drink many people still enjoy, but it also is a name for a horrible, debilitating, illegal drug.
According to the dictionary, the word nice means to be agreeable, pleasant; and some would even say kind. In the thirteenth century the word nice actually meant a foolish or simple person! In the early 1600’s it meant behavior that encouraged wantonness; and by the late 1600’s it had changed yet again to mean a wicked person! It continued to change and in different time periods meant extravagant, elegant, strange, modest, thin and for a time, even shy!
Other words that have morphed over time includes: awful once meant deserving awe. To be ‘brave’ was to be cowardly (like “bravado”); ‘girl’ meant a young person of either sex; ‘guess’ meant to take aim; ‘nuisance’ was to bring injury or harm; and ‘quick’ meant to be alive!
So words change. I guess you could say, “So what?” And maybe it is a small thing, but for a moment think of words like frosty, or revenge or brunch. Perhaps in fifty years or so, words common to us now, may mean something completely different.
There isn’t really anything wrong with this. Everything changes. I have to admit, however, to see how much words can change just really drives home how nothing ever stays the same. We are born, are school children, teenagers and then adults. Our children look at us as though we’ve lost our minds when we reminisce on the past. A song brings back a memory, a picture brings remembrances of a different hair style, or clothes fashion, or a word— that meant something totally different in an era, now long gone. It seems every generation is unique; and that’s as it should be….so long as we don’t forget our past or disrespect it.
Happier Days
One morning my young son many years ago looked at me and asked, “When can I go back to 1987?”
Startled by his question, I wasn’t immediately sure how to answer. “You can’t,” I finally said. “You can never go back. Time only moves forward.”
How often have you heard someone say, “If I could be sixteen again,” or “If I could re-live my life again, knowing then what I know now,” or “If I could just change some of the choices I’ve made in my life?”
Little children can’t wait until they are teenagers. Young teens want to be old enough to drive, then be eighteen, followed by twenty-one. The “hurry up” process usually stalls when a person reaches about thirty, wanting time to slow while fighting the aging process, until they can feel retirement close at hand.
The show “Happy Days” was a hit years ago because those who remembered, considered those days “happier days” than the 70’s or 80’s and even now as we watch the re-runs on TV. “Time” looking back, always seems simpler. Yet even the 1950’s had problems. It was not an ideal time, despite how we remember it! Memory has a way of “making fuzzy” those things which were unpleasant.
What makes us unhappy with where we are in our lives? Why do we wish for another time period than which we are in? We dream of what it might be like to be older or younger, rather than content with our current age. Surely when we do this, we miss the beauty of the time in which we find ourselves.
Garth Brooks sang a song called “The Dance” that considers this dilemma. He says (paraphrased) “he’s glad he didn’t know how it all would end because if he’d known, he might have changed the plans. If he’d changed the plans, he’d have missed the dance.” The dance is life itself; the adventures, the trials, the tears, joys, love, everything life has to offer; good and bad. There are things in life over which we have no control. These events help mold us into who we are and what we believe.
Probably everyone, has made a bad choice or two. But from these mistakes, it enables us to help others who also make mistakes. The trials in our life, tempers our character and creates in us the ability to feel compassion and give comfort to those who need it. Do we enjoy trials? Most would answer with a resounding, “No!” Not many people enjoy pain or heartache. Yet when the grief is passed, we often can see how we’ve grown, even if it isn’t immediate.
When someone wistfully says, “If I were twenty years younger…” are they really serious? If given the opportunity, would they really trade the life they lived, for a chance to do it again; and would they want to do it with another?
Another song, from years ago, called “I’d Choose You Again” hopefully is the way you feel about the person you chose to spend your life with. This song simply told the love story of a woman who would choose her same mate again if she had the chance; even though after all that time, she knew him better, faults and all. Contentment comes with acceptance of the way things are. Contentment brings happiness. Happiness brings hope for a life that is filled with love and joy.
Would you go back to your childhood, to your teen years; or your twenties? Do you wish for time to pass to the time of retirement? We’re probably all guilty of this to some degree. But if we were honest, aside from the true desire of thinking we might have made better choices from time to time, the life we are living, in our current time period, has the potential to be the most delightful time of our life. I challenge you to make it so.
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Start On The Next One
I’ve been writing for years. I’ve had much devotional material printed, children’s stories, even non-fiction in Ranger Rick, and church curriculum for children and even books. I love the process and found payment was a bonus!
When I finally had my first book published in 2010 (those before were puzzle books) I was elated. I had worked for years on the project and was pleased and relieved the project was finished. I used social networks, had a countdown on face book, sent out little cards and planned book signings. Then there was the release date. I watched online, as the sites that carried the book, posted availability and was delighted it was doing well.
I had one friend however, who kept asking a question I couldn’t answer and wasn’t sure I wanted to! “How’s it doing?” he would ask. “How many have you sold? What are your royalties?” And many other questions along the same vein. I was absolutely interested, don’t misunderstand, but that isn’t why I wrote the book!
Another author shares his story about his efforts of writing a book over a year period, had it published and then nothing happened. His mentor didn’t even seem particularly excited. In fact, his reaction was simply, “Get started on your next one, tomorrow!”
I like his perspective. Sometimes we focus on the revenue, fame, and great reviews, and lose sight of what is important! Every project on which we work must have value, but it’s the next one that drives us on. This isn’t just true for writers; it’s true for any kind of work. It doesn’t matter if you are a bricklayer, Minister or Congressman, or anything in between. The drive to accomplish something positive is the fundamental motivation to keep us to the task.
When we lose the interest or passion for what we are doing, we lose productivity. It takes this ultimate mindset to move forward. Sometimes we lose sight of our goals; life events changing over which we have no control; being asked to compromise our ethics; growing older and retirement or any variety of circumstances that drag us away from what we once thought important.
As our lives change, sometimes our perspective must also change. We have to remember the reason we took the path we chose and then decide if it’s still the right path. If it isn’t and we find ourselves dreading the challenge of the day before us as a chore, then maybe it’s time to take stock. Maybe it’s time to “get started on the next one!”
Nothing stays the same in our world; and today’s world seems even more formidable given the COVID issues, the upcoming election and political arena, climate changes, financial woes and more! Changes occur in our lives sometimes so fast we miss them. I suggest taking a breath and asking yourself some very serious questions. Are you where you want to be? Are your goals still attainable, have you reached them and need to make new ones, or are you needing something completely different?
Once you decide where you want to be, whether it is right where you are or with something new, approach it with excitement, with interest and a passion which fulfills your day. This attitude will aid in making the work you do worthwhile and gives you a reason to continue being productive. Go ahead! Get started on the next one, whether it’s another manuscript, another day at the office, applying mortar to a brick or anything in between!