Showing posts with label introspection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label introspection. Show all posts

Monday, December 30, 2013

PastForward:2014



It's hard to know what lies ahead.  It's easy to get stuck in the past.  This is the time of year when most people engage in some introspection; hindsight kicks into high gear.  We try to consider what worked and what did not in the year nearly completed.  We think about what we want for "next year."  This has always been a difficulty for me, because even as a child, I realized that the "New Year" is an arbitrary thing.  As a kid on Long Island, my birthday fell on Yom Kippur for much of the 70s.  I got the day off.  I've always been a grateful sort, so I did a little research and found that Yom Kippur is "The Day of Atonement," and what Jewish folk do before their New Year is wipe up all the bad blood spilled between family, friends, and anyone else--in order to wipe the slate clean and start fresh.  The process also serves as an inventory of what works and what does not in one's personality, affairs, and general worldview.  This I learned from Harold Robbins, Lord love him!
It's always good to keep looking up!

I don't believe in New Year's resolutions anymore.  The "Fly Jock" Tom Joyner helped me out with this.  He says that if you've waited until the last week of the year to map out what you want for the year upcoming, you are already too far behind to make it happen.  He recommends that you begin planning your new year in the final quarter--really, you should have things fleshed out pretty well by the third quarter of the year.  Then you can spend the fourth quarter doing the practical things to set your New Year's plan in motion.  It's simple, really.  I didn't do this.  I got bogged down in other stuff.  I did more of what I enjoy doing, and overlooked the things that would provide a clear plan of action for 2014.  I can't blame Malachi, although I'd really like to.  He wants to go on that trip, but he doesn't want to put in the work.  I've got about 90 days to make him.  I've never really had to ride herd on this boy, and he ain't gonna like it.  I don't care, since I know he has every intention of blaming me if he does not get to go.  I have blogged about pretty much everything that concerns me personally, and established my "social presence" for good or ill here on G+.  If the Hulkster wants me in his circles, I cain't be all bad.  Now it's time to focus this blog on Malachi, whether he likes it or not.  He is missing the opportunity that is G+, because he thinks I don't know what I'm doing. He thinks that because he isn't paying proper attention.  I can help him with that.  He's got to learn how to work hard for what he wants and overcome obstacles in order to get it.  So do I.  It's hard to get a teenager to pursue personal development with you.  It seems waaaay uncool.  I'm taking the long view.  Just as I look at a six-foot tall kid and always perceive a chirpy little butterball of a boy with a binky and a head full of golden brown curls, one day he will look back (Lord willing) on this time in his life and discern the heavy lifting that was done to move the stumbling blocks of  low wealth (and its concomitant poverty mind), low confidence, and submerged opportunity.  He will know the worth of it when he has to motivate his own crew of navel-gazers!

It's not easy for anyone to stay focused.  It's certainly difficult for a young man to do so.  It's fashionable to let kids find their own way these days, and for the most part, that's what I do.  I make exception in this case, because Malachi has a desire to go abroad that is so strong that fear of disappointment has him stymied.  I've got to act.  He has to learn to move forward in spite of appearances.  He has to learn to ask for help.  He must learn to receive it when it comes.  He must accept it graciously, and not as an indictment of his abilities.  I have got to do the very same thing.  Thank you for taking the time to read this blog.

Happy New Year, everyone!

#FriendsofMalachiMaxwellGlass

Thursday, November 7, 2013

"You Ain't Man Enough To Drive a Car Like That!"

OR:  A Day in the Life of an Overbearing Person


Photo credit: Disney
Tact is not my long suit.  I like to say what I feel.  I'm just learning to repackage and rephrase my content for consumption.  There's an aspect of tiptoeing through a minefield here on the internet that utterly exhilarates me.  Sometimes I blow up.  Sometimes I get blown up, but the fighter in me keeps coming back for another round.

I am maternal.  I am ambitious.  I am not as competitive as an ambitious person should be, but maybe that's just empathy.

I have a friend whose son shipped him a very expensive sports car from the West Coast.  I have a sneaking suspicion the boy is ready to collect his inheritance, since he knows his father is a tippling, poker-playing retiree with disposable income to spare.  I had the misfortune of riding with this man at 10:00 am, and thankfully, gratefully, living to regret it.  I bellowed the headline you see up there, after being put beside the road a quarter-mile from my house on a hot August morning in Carolina.  Alas, that was not enough for me.  You don't see many June apple trees around anymore, but this straggler had oodles of fruit--some hard and shriveled, some mushy and putrid.  I did the windmill, and pelted that sleek little machine for all I was worth, as my horrified children begged me to stop.  It's a good thing I cain't throw.  That little mid-life crisis concluder was aaallll fiberglass.  I so was shocked to cause a dent near the passenger-side running board that I missed the next few throws.  Gave me time to calm down.

Surprisingly, I still count this gentleman among my closest associates.  He used to be one of my friends, until he almost killed me and my kids driving drunk early on a Thursday morning.  He'll be my friend again when he takes my advice and stops drinking and driving.

I'm headed out to David Amerland's HO.  Just came from Eric Enge's outstanding offering.  More on that later.  It relates.  Really.  Thank you for taking the time to read this blog.  #FriendsofMalachiMaxwellGlass