What is That Noise Your Brain Makes?

A young, handsome, amazingly successful guy sometimes feels like you feel.

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I Won’t Complain!

7db895312950fe2cff968b845e69a8d6_400x400Of the following things, what is the hardest thing?

  1. Stop complaining about anything, ever.
  2. Write 300 or more words on a topic.
  3. Pick up the phone and call a stranger and ask for their time/money?

Each of my readers will have a different answer. Each of the items on the above list is difficult. The difference? The fear and anxiety are different with each.

I used to call myself a “writer” and then I stopped writing. Yesterday, a co-worker caught me Blogging and said, “I used to write a Blog and had about 3,000 monthly views.” She made me feel “less than.”  I thought, “I never had 3,000 monthly views,” but then again, I don’t have to say, “I used to write,” or, “I used to have a Blog.”

I still write. I have about a dozen people who read my Blog entries. Why don’t I have more? Every day I see some Facebook link or article that promises I can make, “$1,000 monthly writing a Blog.”

Fear?  Self doubt? Or perhaps I haven’t found that million dollar idea that makes my soul burn to keep writing. When I do, I’ll write until my fingers fall off and the world will want to read what I write.

I love this quote pointed out by super writer and coach, Rochelle Melander:

In his book, The Last Lecture, Randy Pausch wrote this about complaining:
If you took one-tenth the energy you put into complaining and applied it to solving the problem, you’d be surprised by how well things can work out… Complaining does not work as a strategy. We all have finite time and energy. Any time we spend whining is unlikely to help us achieve our goals. And it won’t make us happier.
Over the years (maybe currently), I’ve had co-workers that, I believe, make themselves feel better only by complaining.
Fear of failure won’t get you anywhere. Fear of rejection won’t either. Complaining about what you haven’t done and blaming someone for your current state won’t fix things.
Tomorrow, in my journal, I’m going to list everything I could be complaining about, and then I’ll flip it a challenge or a goal.
Complaint: I can’t lose weight because my workload is crushing me, I have no time to workout, and society is built around white flour and fattening foods.
Complaint: Why is everything so expensive? Ugh. Seems like every time I save a little money, it suddenly isn’t enough to buy the stuff I want.
Goal: Create an exercise and weight loss plan, write it down, schedule it, and lose weight.
Goal: Save $$$ every month, ask a finance expert what to do with even a modest amount of extra income, and leave a portion available to buy that thing. Oh, and start selling the hundreds of things I don’t use, wear, or want that sits around my house collecting dust.
So maybe complaining is good …for creating change and an action plan.

Obsessed with Sia

Is Sia pop music? Is she over dramatic? Or is she edgy and artsy? Can I let myself get past the very, very weird videos?

I don’t know the answers to those questions, and I know I’m a little over two years late to the Sia party, but how amazing is this song? Haunting, I tellz ya.

And another one bites the dust
But why can I not conquer love?
And I might’ve got to be with one
Why not fight this war without weapons?
And I want it and I wanted it bad
But there were so many red flags
Now another one bites the dust
And let’s be clear, I trust no one
You did not break me
I’m still fighting for peace
Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard
But I may snap when I move close
But you won’t see me move no more
Cause I’ve got an elastic heart
I’ve got an elastic heart
Yeah, I’ve got an elastic heart
And I will stay up through the night
Let’s be clear, I won’t close my eyes
And I know that I can survive
I walked through fire to save my life
And I want it, I want my life so bad
And I’m doing everything I can
Then another one bites the dust
It’s hard to lose a chosen one
You did not break me (You did not break me, no, no)
I’m still fighting for peace
Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard
But I may snap when I move close
But you won’t see me move no more
Cause I’ve got an elastic heart
Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard
But I may snap when I move close
But you won’t see me move no more
Cause I’ve got an elastic heart
Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart
But your blade it might be too sharp
I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard
But I may snap when I move close
But you won’t see me move no more
Cause I’ve got an elastic heart.

What? Two Blog Posts in a Day?

I used to be funny and clever in my Blogs. Now, suddenly, I’m all about deep thinking and changing lives and hoping I might motivate others while motivating myself.

I like Brendon Burchard (and wish his last name wasn’t so difficult to remember how to spell, but then again, as a guy with the last name “Kowalewski” and who named his blog “kaleidoscopic” who am I to tell anyone about making their name or brand more memorable?).

But let’s face it, Brendon and Brandon are interchangeable and if you say “Burchard”, if you don’t see it written down, you’re putting a “sh” sound in there.

Note to self:  Change my last name and the name of my blog.

OK. This post is posted because we all have bad days, bad weeks, and bad months. They’re called “slumps” and just as you can get into a slump, you’ll come out of it, but only if you keep positive and keep acting and doing.

Brendon says it perfectly in the first 4 minutes of this video (before he gets to his sales pitch).

Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m off to the grocery store for healthy fruit and veggies, and that’s a “power move” because what I really want is a burger from Five Guys …but no! I’m rising above.

Early to Bed, Early To Rise…

I think I need marriage counseling. No, not really, but I wonder – am I the only guy on earth who operates at his peak when he gets to bed around 10:00 p.m. and then wakes at 5:00 a.m. with a solid seven hours of sleep? Am I the only guy who does it in a house full of teenagers and an educator wife enjoying the summer off?

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Why do I point that out? Because when I go to bed at 10, nobody else is even close to being ready for bed. It’s like I’m the child.

It’s a lonely life. Albeit, it’s an optimized and energized day with the good sleep habits, but it certainly makes me feel like I’m avoiding the family. If you know me, that’s the furthest thing from the truth as can be. If I won the lottery and didn’t need to get up for work, I’d absolutely stay up late and sleep in.

Does this early to bed, early to rise, and all the health, wealth, and wisdom that comes with it come at a cost?

I guess it’s about what I do with the time I have between work and bedtime. Gotta approach it with gusto and passion. I gotta pretend when I get outta work and head home, that each day is as exciting as the first days of my marriage or the first days after my children were born when I couldn’t wait to come home and hold those little babies in my arms.

I should (we should) attack everything that way, shouldn’t we? If I took on my to-do list at work as-if it was my first week on the job, wouldn’t I do more and get more out of work? Wouldn’t people marvel at my passion? Then, when the day ends, I could leave work at work and race home with joy.

If we have to do things, we should do them with joy.

Great Quotes to Start the Day

Here’s the quote I’m pondering today . . .

“Don’t wish it was easier; wish you were better. Don’t wish for less problems; wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenges; wish for more wisdom.”  –Jim Rohn

Last night, I went to the park with my son and he hit 100 (might’ve been 200) balls. He started the baseball season hitting everything. During the first 5 games, he could do no wrong. Then he went 5 games without getting his bat on the ball. So, I said, let’s forget the last five games and let’s get to the park and remember how to hit the ball.

I want to write my book. I want to write my screenplay. I want to mass produce my salsa. I want to grow my billing.

For, oh, let’s say 24 months, everything was clicking (like my son’s 5-game hitting streak) and then nothing was clicking.

I gotta get to the park and remember what it feels like to hit the ball. I did it before. I’ll do it again.

My guess is you have done some great things and if you’re in a slump, like a baseball player, it’s only a matter of time before you (and I) break outta our slump.

Borrowing this mantra from Josh Hind’s blog: “Today I’ll do my best to leave the path I take just a little better and brighter than I found it.”

Don’t take it from me, take it from UB40 (and how happy am I to discover they released an unplugged best-of?). Yes. I realize this song has very little to do with the daily grind, but I like it and it kinda fits.

Many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover

Many rivers to cross
And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride

And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
It’s such a drag to be on your own
My woman left me and she didn’t say why
Well I guess, I have to try

Many rivers to cross
But just where to begin, I’m playing for time
There are times I find myself 
Thinking of committing some dreadful crime

Yes, I’ve got many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover

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