Flying across the still waters of the lake by jet ski at sun-up last weekend, I caught myself in mid-thought, “When I retire, I’m going to…”
“Woah. STOP. RIGHT. THERE,” I told myself.
A few years ago I’d read an article by a man who told of his vacation with his wife and kids to Hawaii, and while standing on the white sandy beach with the crimsons and pinks of the sunset splashed across the horizon in front them, his wife said, “I can’t wait to come back here next year.” The husband was taken back by this comment. Why all the wishing and waiting to come back when you’re here right now?(more…)
I’m charging right out of the gate here to just say, “You are making up stories in your head.”
How can I make such a claim? I’m aware of the stories because I’ve made them up myself. They think I don’t know what I’m talking about. See?
Let’s be honest, most of us are storytellers.
A conversation is happening in our head most of the day. Don Miguel Ruiz explains in The Voice of Knowledge, “We have a tendency to distort everything we perceive to make it agree with what we already believe; we “fix it” to make it agree with our lies.” (more…)
Twenty-five years ago, lifeguard certification required treading water for two minutes without the use of hands. I’m not sure if holding a brick while treading was a Red Cross requirement, but to the instructor I had, it was.
Along with treading with the brick, we also
submerged 12 feet to retrieve the brick from the bottom of the pool, bring it to the surface, and swim it safely to the side under 1 minute 40 seconds.
To a 15 year old at the time, the Lifeguard Brick Test was a thrilling challenge. To a more aged woman now, a brick in water is dead weight.
Metaphorically, many of us are carrying bricks, barely keeping our heads above water. We are kicking hard, exerting energy to keep this brick in our grasp. We’ve got to pass the test. We’ve got to prove we can do it all. But, damn, that brick is heavy. (more…)