Creating or doing anything mechanically or with tools has always been more than a challenge for me. Over the years I have learned to do a few simple things but no one ever calls me to help with projects requiring these skills.
In the ninth grade I had to take shop class. I’m not even sure if they have this class in schools anymore. I believe its more formal name is, or was, Industrial Arts. Our grade for this class required us to build a piece of furniture. Our teacher provided us with some ideas and options. There were some in the class that were highly skilled and chose to make things like rocking chairs or hutches. The simplest thing to make was a rectangular coffee table, so, that is what I chose.
A few years back, my wife and I bought a red Mazda Tribute. Suddenly, it seemed like there were red vehicles everywhere we looked.
The same thing happened when my wife got pregnant for the first time. We saw red cars everywhere! Just kidding. We began to see pregnant ladies everywhere!
Recently, I listened to a podcast by The Wide Eyed Creative, Bob Stromberg.
Bob had done an earlier podcast with a high school friend of his named John. The two of them had had no connection or contact with each other for well over twenty years. Somehow, John heard Bob’s podcast and reached out to him to set the record straight on some things brought up in the first podcast.
When I was in high school I was fortunate to be part of a fairly successful basketball team. We were greatly supported by the school, the community and of course the families of all the players.
While I have great memories of those days one of my most vivid memories of this time, however, is not a very pleasant one.
When the games were over and you finished showering there were two separate stairways that led out of the locker room. One stairway led back up into the gymnasium and into a school hallway where parents and fans often waited to visit with the players after the game. The other stairway led directly to the outside.
As a young boy, I was introduced to the game of golf by my dad. He didn’t play a lot and was an average player at best but he loved to play the game. Some of my childhood friends already played so it became just one more way to get to hang out with them.
As with any undertaking requiring your skill to develop I was quite horrible when I first started playing.
I sat in my living room and watched as they brought the flag draped casket into the church. I’m not sure why I wasn’t in school that day.
Daniel R. Bodin was killed on February 20, 1968 in Binh Thuan Province in Viet Nam. He was 19 years old. He was a member of the church that my dad pastored and dad was leading the funeral. I remember him talking to mom about what a difficult service it would be.
I was twelve and didn’t really know Daniel. I had seen him in church many times and knew who he was but that was about it. While I didn’t know him well I remember feeling a deep sense of loss because of how he died. He gave his life for my freedom. All those news reports of soldiers being killed that led the newscasts every night became very real.
As I watched the movie The Last Word with my wife one of the characters spoke those blog title words to another character as she expressed why she wasn’t able to do what she dreamed of doing.
About a year ago I took an online course titled Mastering the Craft of Creativity by Bob Stromberg. I highly recommend you check him out on the two links provided.
One of the lessons in Stromberg’s class is to become fully aware of things that strike you emotionally. The emotion can be positive or negative but when an emotion hits us we need to take note of it and write it down. We don’t need to do anything with it right away but we need to capture it and then begin to process it over time so we can figure out why it grabbed us and what we can do with it.
It was a gathering of coaches; college, high school, youth, men’s, women’s, boy’s and girl’s from a wide variety of different sports.
The topic was Integrity in Coaching. Two of the panelists were longtime coaches in the small community in which I live. Both had distinguished themselves as successful from a wins and losses standpoint but, more importantly, both were known for being men of integrity who placed that value ahead of the success measure most coaches are evaluated on.
“It’s very scary stuff!”
Those are the words sheepishly uttered by Dunder-Mifflin Regional Sales Manager Michael Scott when he was asked by his administrative assistant Pam Beesly why he had waited so long before deciding who he was going to fire.
Scott’s corporate office had apparently told him some time ago that he was going to need to let someone in his office go for budgetary reasons. He received a call from his boss on his morning arrival in his office asking who it was he had decided to release.
Fear is a door closer. Slammed shut. Tight. Darkness. The key is thrown away.
Courage is a door opener, a life changer.