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Friday, May 25, 2018

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time



Have you ever had a great idea, something that seemed like a good idea at the time, an idea where “trust me” was the bridge between thought and action?

I had one such moment when I was a kid, about age ten or eleven. I was pretty good when it came to passing, shooting, hitting, bouncing, or kicking any of the variety of balls each sport had to offer.

One of my talents was drop kicking a football. This is like kicking a football when someone props it upright on the ground, except nobody is holding it. You actually drop the ball point down and kick it the moment it touches the ground. If timed perfectly, a kid could drop kick the ball 20 yards or so and about 10 feet high. And I was good at it, which also meant I was confident I could kick it that way at will.

Enter my little sister, Nancy. For those who don’t know Nancy, simply picture any eager little sister about the age of six. (As an aside, Nancy was quite an athlete. She caught on quickly to all kinds of sports and as such was open to try new things. This usually worked out well for both of us.) Anyway, she and I would go outside and play all kinds of games together. Shoot hoops, hit and field grounders, toss the football . . . you get the idea.

And it was when we were tossing the football that I got my idea. I decided to teach her how to drop kick the football.

I began by showing her how I could kick the ball across the yard. After a few perfect kicks, it is safe to say she was impressed. One thing led to another and, bolstered by her admiration and emboldened by my confidence, I told her I could drop kick the ball over her head.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

However, being 10 years old and male didn’t afford me much foresight. And being a 6-year old little sister enamored by her big brother didn’t afford her much occasion for doubt. This was not a good combination. I lined Nancy up with the expected flight of the ball, stepped back, and made a perfect drop kick. Well, it would have been perfect, had her face not blocked it. (I would learn more about trajectory many years later in Physics.)

To Nancy’s credit, when I asked her to back up a bit and give it another go, she declined.

The moral? Perhaps it is, whether our ideas succeed or flop, life’s rich stories come from acting upon them.

*Photo from https://www.leapfrog.com/en-us/app-center/p/kick-the-football-charlie-brown/_/A-prod59941-96914

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Sprinkle in a little kindness

Last week I posted the following:

If you have to justify it to yourself, you probably shouldn't do it.

For the most part, the saying is accurate but I told and didn't invite. I didn't even suggest. It was pretty much, smack-between-the-eyes, take it or leave it. 

Additionally, it lacks kindness. It lacks being encouraging and uplifting.  

So please lease allow me to soften—and thereby strengthen—last week's thought.

If you have to justify it to yourself, you probably shouldn't do it.

Maybe just go with your heart, instead.



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Thank you for graciously considering my redo.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

A Very Short and Sweet "Rule of Thumb"

If you have to justify it to yourself, you probably shouldn't do it.


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Monday, May 7, 2018

It's simply time

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I have decided to part ways* with FB. I don't have any real justification for it other than it's just time. I feel it down to the bone. My last day on FB will be Friday, May 11th. My last post will be Wednesday, May 9th. However, I will still post from my blog, LoveFearlessly.


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Wednesday, May 2, 2018

As a Child



As a child . . .
we were told who we were
by those who loved us
and by those who didn’t.

We were told who we were
by our family
and by our friends.

We were told who we were
by those who cared
and by those unable to care.

We were told who we were
by those who knew us
and by those who did not yet know themselves.

As a child it was difficult to separate the voices.

Sometimes the most persistent voice won.
Sometimes the most dominant voice prevailed instead.

We did not hear these words with our ears only.
We also captured their meaning in our body,
Deep down,
Below thinking.

Those voices became our story.
And our story became us
The patterns
The habits
The foibles
The moments of greatness.

That’s us. That’s our story.

Unless we want to change it.

Because it’s not really us, is it?

At least it doesn’t need to be.

It’s just the echo of past voices
In our ears
And in our bodies,
Deep down,
Below thinking.

We can hold on to our story if we want to.
We can even blame the voices for our story.
But if we are brave, we will own it.
And if we are bold, we will rewrite it.

And we can rewrite it
If we listen for the voice of Love.
Love from around you.
Love from within you.

It is calling.

Be still.

Listen.

Not with your ears.
But with you body, with your soul,
Deep down,
Below thinking.

Become as a child once again.
This time, listen for Love.















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Thank you for reading.

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CHECK OUT Dave's book, The Bottom Turtle , for his story on how to Love More and Judge Less.