It’s all Good

If you are now, or have been a philosophy student, it’s my guess that you have a “favorite” philosopher. Mine is Heraclitus of Ephesus.

Heraclitus is best known for his assertion that “Life is Flux” (Panta Rehi in Greek) meaning that everything or all things change. The more commonly heard expression is: “The Only thing Constant in Life is Change”. It would follow then, things that remain constant are uncommon or perhaps even rare.

Because so many of the changes I’ve seen in my life are outside of my control, I’ve learned to direct my focus to the things that remain constant. To relish the ones that are good while doing what I can to effect change on those that I feel are in need of change.

If it’s not within my power to change them, It’s up to me to manage my emotions as I learn to accept them as they are.


Fear. We Don’t like it, but we can so easily attach ourselves to it.

Despite the fact that I seem to thrive on extreme trail races and become exhilarated at times by deciding to move forward when there seems to be a great risk, I don’t like the feeling of “being afraid”.
Maybe my actions are caused by a deeply hidden belief that constant risk may the only way to dumb down the emotions that result from being afraid. It’s probably just conditioned response. I’m learning that what usually causes fear doesn’t generally hurt me and makes me feel so much more alive that I’m talking about it for days.

And what if it does hurt me? It’s unlikely I’ll die and I know I’ll find a way to recover. I’ll overcome it. Like pulling off a band aid, I know it will hurt, but I can only know how much after pulling it off.

Fear is necessary. Fear is part of our being. It’s considered to be needed for our survival as a species and I have no doubt that to be true:

What bothers me is that fear is so often used to manipulate us. And fear can be transformed in to dislike or even hatred. It’s natural to hate what we fear or don’t understand.

The problem is, it’s not always possible to know when our fear is being used against us.

As an example, ask yourself these questions:

Would you be afraid to go travel to a foreign country where no one speaks your language.

Should you be?

If I had the money, time and resources, I’d be there in a heartbeat. Why? Because, it’s very possible that it would be no more dangerous than visiting Los Angeles, Chicago or Miami, (and I Love Chicago), but then again- if we never make the trip, how will we ever know?

~ Cheers!

What Would You Do If There Was Nothing You Had To Do?

Imagine. You wake up slowly one morning. No alarm. Just lay there a bit. There’s nothing in your calendar. You haven’t agreed to meet with anyone or go anywhere today. You lay there a little while longer just daydreaming about “whatever”. You get up, brush your teeth, shower and dress. Now- What you you do?

Doesn’t the idea seem inviting? I’m excited just thinking about it. In fact, I’m going to leave one day each quarter open to be one of these days. I hope I can pull it off. If that works out, I may add a second or third. If you can’t find me one day, maybe that’s why.


The Paradox of Our Time..



I have been struggling lately with having time to write. My days, although good, seem to be overflowing with things that I need to address, or should but sometimes just can’t get to. I just read this piece written by George Carlin today and felt compelled to re-post it here:

“The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. 

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom”

Note: George Carlin may not have been the original author of this text, but without him, we would not know of it.

This was posted on facebook by my best friend from High School. I think it’s time I blow off one of my seemingly urgent tasks and find a day to have a beer with him.


When it’s time for a change


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Has it been a good week, a good month, and a good year for you so far?

Forget about the bad day you had yesterday or the day before. We can’t judge how we’re doing by a single day or two. It’s a given that we will have bad days. Even if we were “gazillionaires” living on a tropical island, it’s not reasonable to believe that every day or moment would be easy. It’s the sum total of what the days, weeks and months look like that matters. It’s how you see them when they are all spread out in front of you and then totaled up.

It’s time for a change when that total is in the red. When looking back at the days and reviewing the total give you that queasy feeling in your stomach. When you start to feel the walls closing in, it means you’ve reached the tipping point and you need to accept that it’s time for a change of course.

Deciding what that change needs to be is the hard part. Understanding that it’s needed, and must take place, is not.

IF you realize it’s time for a change, don’t dread it. Think of it as an exciting time. A time for exploration and maybe even rebirth. This is the one time when you truly own the journey.

I believe we always know the right direction to take. If you just pay attention, you’ll see it and when you do, move on it without hesitation. Navigate towards your dreams with purpose and passion.

I think it helps me to remember two pieces of advice given by Steven Pressfield who wrote: “Trust the soup”, and “start before you are ready”. 


Where did the day go?

I don’t really remember much of it.

Why do some days seem like a blur when they’re over? If I try, I’m sure that I can at least a few things out of my day.

I remember:

My first cup of morning coffee.

Good morning greetings and well wishes for a great day from my friends on Twitter.

Lunch with a good friend.

A quick chat with my son as I drove home.

Being greeted at the door by my wife and a happy canine friend.

A nice dinner followed by an evening cup of tea. 

That’s pretty much all that happened today….It might have been a blur, but nevertheless, it sure left behind some seemingly small but unforgettably special memories .


A new week, a fresh start…


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I’m looking forward to the new week. It’s always a great feeling to have a fresh start, and for me, this week is just that. No left over problems or baggage from last week. That’s certainly not always the case for any of us, but it is for me this week, and I’m feeling blessed.

I made some mistakes last week, and I’ve forgiven myself for those, whatever they were. Negative feelings from the past don’t belong in the present and they’re certainly not going to play a part my the future.

So here’s to a new week, a clean slate, meeting new people and enjoying life-


Does anyone really go to Starbucks for the Coffee?


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LegsI don’t.

I go there for the feeling that I get when I walk in the place……..and because it smells good too.

I go there because they have free wi-fi, it’s always warm in the winter, cool in the summer and the baristas always seem to like me no matter what city I’m in.

I like the kind of people that hang out there.

I want to be there. I want to sit at a small table or on an upholstered chair with a with a half caf, non-fat, no whip, Venti Mocha. I want to have ear-buds streaming my favorite Neil Young songs to my ears while I’m busily working on my laptop.

If I’ve described it well, it’s because it’s a familiar scene. One from my own memory. I love it there!

I could go to McDonald’s, not close. Or I could go to Panera, I love Panera, but still not close. It’s got to be Starbucks. A simple satisfying experience in a non-commercial atmosphere.

Does Starbucks have good coffee? Yes- they have Great Coffee and I buy it. But it’s not like I’m really there to buy the coffee. I’m buying the experience.

~ Cheers.

Grey Hair Overnight


If you’ve studied the French Revolution, you might be aware that a tale is told of Marie Antoinette’s hair turning white overnight as she awaited her impending encounter with the guillotine.

I know it’s not quite the same, but I insist that my hair has just turned grey overnight.

While I’ve known that it had some grey here and there for some time, it was never apparent in the morning mirror. During my morning ritual of brushing my teeth and shaving my face, I would still see a brown haired aging man that still has a lot of youth in his thoughts if no where else.

That ended today. This morning, there was a grey haired man looking back at me. How did that happen? After only 21,488 days of my life, I am showing the first undeniable sign of aging. What’s next? Liver spots? I’m a little concerned about what else might sneak up on me.

I’ll likely be thinking about that tonight and I sip my evening nightcap. It’s a short glass ensuring that I’ll have no trouble keeping it half full.


A cold winter day


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I am resolved to never complain about weather. It’s like everything in life. To truly appreciate something to the fullest, you have to experience the extreme opposite.

It was hot last summer. No, let me rephrase, It was HOT last summer! While I never really complained, I am certain that I vowed, at least once anyway, to never moan this winter, no matter HOW cold it got.

It seems the powers of the universe are challenging me, but I will not break. It was indeed a cold winter day today, and the night promises to be even colder.

Bring it on Old Man Winter. You have my attention, but you won’t hear me grumble. Summer will be here soon and you will be just a dark cold memory.

Many warm blessings to all that read this.

~ Cheers!