So, here I am in the grocery store and I need to buy orange juice, but I can’t! I can’t decide which kind of orange juice is best for us. These are my choices: Orange juice with pulp, some pulp, no pulp, some calcium, added iron, added fiber, 50% less calories, low acid, organic, extra pulp, tangerine only, mixed blend, etc… Help!!! This was really confusing, so I went for the basic — original blend.
That’s when he simply said, “It’s your rodeo…own it! Make it yours. You decide how you want it done. You’re the expert. You make the calls. This isn’t your first rodeo. Put on your big boy boots, cowboy hat and get into the ring!” I thought, yaaaa, he’s right! …It is my rodeo. That’s right, Sue…IT’S MY RODEO! IT’S MY FRICKEN RODEO!!!!!
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Sometimes, you might feel your timing is just off. The world is moving at a pace which you can’t seem to manage. Usually it’s too fast and you can’t keep up. I’ve heard people say, “I just want to get off this ride and get back on later!”
The true depicter of the GENERATION GAP! The good o’l yearn! This is no regular gap. This is a gorge. This is the devil’s door. This is the mother of all grand canyons! This is the beginning of the divide. The divide between me and my youth, me and my children, me and the trending popular culture. Actually, news to the world … I’m NOT TRENDING!!!!
At dinner that night, my father asked us what we were going to do to give back to the world. He stated that today was filled with blessings. So, what was our plan to give back? I wasn’t sure. I told him I was going to think about it. A few days passed and I thought about a way to give back. It was called, “Give an egg. Sell an egg.” I heard of kids doing this so I thought I would give it a try. This is how it works…
There is one element which separates my classes from other classes you might take. Perhaps this is the one uncomfortable element for some. Others might embrace this opportunity and can’t stop themselves from exchanging in it. What makes my courses so different from others is a simple element. We Share.
I’m not a rule maker. I’m more a rule questioner. I wonder why people make up so many more rules which are self-imposed. Why take the open box you are given and close it on so many sides?
This is not actual ‘food’ that I am talking about. I’m referring to the food which fills your soul. Although food can do this in many ways, I’m dipping deeper down into the bowels of our soul and mind. The space that makes you breath deeper and dream.
You’ve got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart
The people gonna treat you better
You’re gonna find, yes you will
That you’re beautiful as you feel
Perhaps Carole King said it best in her song ‘Beautiful’. Her words are the encouragement to start every morning with a smile on your face. I start my morning with thanks to G-d for giving me this day to live. I’m simply blessed with the opportunity to write this article. Nothing is taken for granted. Nothing!
I remember riding my bike and listening to Steely Dan on the radio:
Are you reelin’ in the years
Stowin’ away the time
Are you gatherin’ up the tears
Have you had enough of mine
Just riding my bike in the sun and listening to the radio. Simply, simple.
So how does one ward off the pending gloom that surrounds adulthood? How do we reclaim reelin’ in the years?
My suggestion…”Screw Maturity”. That’s right, don’t grow up. Stay immature and child-like.
How does one stay immature? Embrace childhood happiness and simple joys.
Do you have a super hero power? Perhaps it’s not on the surface. Perhaps it’s within your person, your strength, your being. I suggest for you to internalize your thoughts and answer the question from within. I thought about the question. Do I have a super hero power? I came to the conclusion that, I do!
Now…is the time. Not tomorrow. Not the next day. Not when you are on vacation. Not when you have reached your perfect weight. Not only on your birthday. Not when you deserve it. Not when the stars, the moon, and the planets are all perfectly aligned. Today is the day to eat the chocolate.
I really wanted to be a smart person. It seemed that the smart kids got a lot of respect in school and I wanted that. Although I tried hard to be a smart kid, I couldn’t break into the regular learning groups in elementary school. But…I was a really good athlete, so that helped along the way. I couldn’t spell, but I could run super fast!
At the end of one of my creative writing workshops, a student got up from her chair, stretched and said, “Ahhhhhh! That felt like I was meditating!” Her comment took me by surprise! This was the first time a student compared my creative writing workshop to meditating.
At first, I thought I must have bored the student so much they went off into a meditative state. In this regard, I suppose my class was terribly boring and drastically needing some excitement. I felt concerned. But…
Reality set in when I nearly bombed my first graduate course. He said, “Under-grads think they know everything. Grads think they know quite a bit. It’s the Profs who realize that we hardly know anything.” Now, I was starting to smarten up and listen better.
I sort of break down the bucket list concept into much smaller parts. I woke up today and I’m just grateful for that. My bucket list is done!
Now, I’m going to do something super with this day.
I will never forget the moment he walked up the hill onto the football field. I will never forget how he turned back to wave. I will never forget when I lost sight of him behind the trees and realized it was time for me to leave. All these memories are now inside a bottle of time.