I think that if my parents were alive today they’d be shaking their heads a little over the current craze that seems to be “mindfullness”. From their perspective I’m sure it’s not anything they hadn’t seen before.
In fact, it’s very likely that it’s something they’d been asking me to do since I was a small child.
They just used other words.
My daily writing habit has become somewhat less than daily. 🙂
In reflecting on it some, I think I’ve identified at least one of the reasons. It both surprises me, and yet it makes sense.
I want to matter.
I recently finished the book 1984. Technically it was a re-read, since I’d read it many years ago in high school, as, I suspect, many of my generation were required to.
There’s been a renewed interest in the book due to the current political climate, and sales have been soaring, putting it back on the best seller list at many book stores. I’ll admit I did my part – purchasing the book again simply to increase the attention that it so deserves.
As I read it I was heartened by what was no longer relevant. And yet, on further reflection, it raised enough analogous issues that could still apply to remain an appropriately cautionary tale.
An imagined response to an imagined comment….
I’m glad of what you’ve accomplished. It was no small feat. You’ve done something significant, something that you can be rightfully proud of.
I, too, have accomplished something similar. It, too, was no small feat, and something that I have some small amount of pride in having done.
In essence, you and I have arrived at the same destination.
But we’ve done so via very different paths.
I produce a lot of content. Ask Leo! articles, books, and videos, of course, as well as The Ask Leo! Tip of the Day, but I also facilitate HeroicStories, curate Not All News is Bad, and manage social media posts for Ask Leo! on Instagram. I also have no fewer than three WordPress blog migrations in progress for friends and organizations I support, as well as my own random experiments (like tweaking my video studio, or playing with a ChromeBook “just because”).
Then there are the Corgi web sites and activities I either support, own, or administer, my ongoing stress relief with my Night Elf Druid in World of Warcraft (don’t judge), the occasional “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” animal-related call out, and radio-related emergency preparedness and volunteer support.
I get tired just writing all that. (And, heck, I probably overlooked something.)
And yet, what keeps nagging at me is simply this: I could be so much more productive, if I would just start.
This post runs the risk of becoming one of those “old man” posts … the kind where some old fart expresses wonder at the current state of something-or-other, and then compares that with the way things used to be. You know, posts of the “walked uphill both ways”, or “kids today don’t know how good they have it” kind.
I’ll try to make this more about the former (wonder), and less of the later (kids these days). 🙂
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I can’t stress this enough:Â before you like / share / forward / recommend something online, do the work to make sure that it’s accurate. If it’s not worth the work, then don’t pass it on.
I encountered another case of something  shared and re-shared on Facebook that encouraged people to take some kind of action to prevent an unwanted result. (I’m going to avoid specifics so as not be distracted by them. I’m sure you can imagine any number of current and relevant issues.)
The problem? It was both wrong and potentially out of date. The action being taken was ineffectual. The time spent – even just reading it – was time wasted.
Now, normally, that might not seem like such a big deal. I mean, I’ve talked about this with respect to urban legends for decades. This is different. This is more important. In the worst case it can be used against the very things you might care about.
While I’m always reluctant to pigeon-hole people, most assuredly myself, it’s pretty safe to say that I’m an introvert. Less so, perhaps, than I was in my earlier years – it’s a spectrum, after all – but still an introvert.
The classic rule of thumb applies: extroverts get their energy from being around other people, introverts such as myself recharge on own own.
As I’ve written about earlier, a persistent level of anxiety has become the norm for me due to today’s political turmoil. This is new and unusual for me; I’m typically a pretty laid-back person.
It’s also lead to something else perhaps even more unusual for me.
I find myself wanting to be around other people.
Today is apparently Random Acts of Kindness day. A day on which to make the world a somewhat more kind, positive place by performing a random act of kindness. Here’s Richard Branson’s list of 15 ideas.
It feels like we live in a particularly divided, divisive world of late, and focusing on things like this from time to time seems critically important – not just on one random day of the year, but every day.
It’s harder than it sounds.
“Lie” might be the most popular word in the English language right now. We see it thrown about like crazy in news reports, opinion and op-ed pieces, blog posts, social media posts, comments, and just about anywhere individuals and organizations express their opinions.
I’m coming to the conclusion that we’re using the word wrong. That, in the words of the immortal Ingio Montoya, “I do not think it means what you think it means.”
Or maybe it does, but we’re still using it incorrectly.
I’d gotten a new car and I wanted to explore some of its limits, as well as my own. I also wanted to do so in ways that are frowned upon when driving city streets.
The result was a day at the ProFormance Racing School. No, it wasn’t about racing, per se. It was more about putting myself and my car into situations in a safe environment so I could more safely handle similar situations out in the “real world”.
One of the things that mindfulness (to use the currently popular term) focuses on is what’s happening now. It’s really nothing more than another way to say “pay attention!” – to yourself, to the world around you, to what you’re thinking and feeling right now. “In the moment”, as they say.
Some time ago I was introduced to a couple of terms that help clarify the alternatives: re-living and pre-living.
“Keep this thought handy when you feel a fit of rage coming on—it isn’t manly to be enraged. Rather, gentleness and civility are more human, and therefore manlier. A real man doesn’t give way to anger and discontent, and such a person has strength, courage, and endurance—unlike the angry and complaining. The nearer a man comes to a calm mind, the closer he is to strength.” —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS,
I’ve never understood true anger or rage. It seems so … pointless.
I don’t generally get depressed easily, or when I do, I typically don’t stay in that state for very long.
This is different.
Honestly, since last November there’s been a backdrop of disbelief that’s slowly transitioned into a growing malaise. This last week it took a full-on leap into “WTF?!” territory.
Unfortunately, it’s also been impacting my ability to remain focused and productive, and I’m not sure what to do.
I’m thrilled at the turnout for yesterday’s (January 21, 2017)Â protest marches, I truly am.
I think that size as well as the diversity of locations around the planet exceeded all expectations. It was a welcome message at a time when I believe we are in serious need of hope.
But it leaves me hanging, with a question.
Now what?
I love technology, but there’s one problem I have yet to solve in a way that I consider “safe”.
I generally carry two devices with me: my mobile phone and a dedicated pocket voice recorder.
I’d rather only carry the first.
When my father fell and broke his hip in 2004 he’d just had his last cigarette, ending approximately 75 years of continuous and occasionally heavy smoking. His remaining years in a nursing home involved weaning off nicotine, followed by periodic searches for his cigarettes which he was convinced he had simply misplaced.
As he aged prior to dementia he would occasionally use his longevity as an indicator that smoking wasn’t really that bad for you.
I knew better than to argue with him.
But … that’s not how statistics and probability work.
With apologies to The Beatles, of course.
There’s a lot of discussion about autonomous cars in the news over the last year or so, and there’s plenty more on the horizon.
There are many, many roadblocks (so to speak) before self-driving cars become a reality. The sad part is that the technology won’t be biggest.
Perhaps more correctly, “put your money where you want your mind to be.”
Much has been made in recent months of the decline in journalism. Specifically, that journalism has responded to changes in our culture and information consumption by becoming less of source of information and more of a source of entertainment. Quoting Seth Godin’s blog this morning: “… newspapers won Pulitzer prizes for telling us things we didn’t want to hear. We’ve responded by not buying newspapers any more.” The implication is that if newspapers and other sources of information want to survive they need to tell what we want to hear.
That needs to change.