I’m discovering that the opening of any writing can be frought with apprension, which can almost be debiliating. Perhaps this is a metaphor for an aspect of my life. Taking those first steps. Having the level of belief that simply allows one to open a door and take a step through it.
Now having taken the first step, it’s what to write next….
Someting visual:
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O O
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Reminds me of very early computer games. Loading up screens, and those old ‘hacks’ with POKES and Bootblock modifiers :-)
Life is like a box of chocolates. Interesting philosophy. Resonates, but the phrase is too simplistic. Like much of what I believe much of mainstream media conveys is waterered down. There’s usually one angle.
A good friend lent me her copy of Hills 1939, Think and Grow Rich. It’s very interesting and powerful if applied with care. One of the chapters teaches to avoid all and any negative critisms, and to make ones mind up for themselves. It recommends one does listen to the opinion of others, or take ones positon from reading an article. And unfortunatley, I’m not convinced we recieve all the facts — (I think facts based on tanglble business performance is more believeble) but secrecy is needed for safety and security. There’s 4 different posts in this paragraph. I don’t think I’ll be short of material!
Yes, the jumping around. This writing is likley to adopt train-of-consciousness type writing. I’ve known the benefits for so long, but it’s taken me years to finally take some steps.
Today has been an interesting day. Writing about it is a different challenge. There’s layers, like the onion, of levels of details and facts — but actually the reporting of facts. Reporting facts, especially emotive ones takes care. It’s been a difficult day, a day where an important deadline was met (I’m greatful that piece of work is over), a sad day, a good day and a day where I took a first step….
What more can I say about my day,
perhaps these are the words of a song — a poem,
or other such interlude,
a rhyme, a reason, the changing of a season.
Perhaps a future post could be:
just in rhyme,
written at a specific time,
at a particualar GPS co-ordinates,
or maybe one day [and I’m smiling-Ed]
challenges could be requestd (or even sponsored)
Hang on, on no- not another crazy wild idea of how to turn a passion and hobby into a business. Or perhaps that what I’m supposed to be doing…
“Oh but that goes against your upbringing”
“Maybe a while ago”
“but times have changed and your thinking should do too”
“You’re allowed to have fun and work at the same time you know”
“Yes, I know — but how”
“All will be revealed”
This post has been fun to write.
Signing off on a writing, note of other such memo requires consideration. Perhaps a metaphor for not enjoying the goodbyes, or the temporay closing or disconnecting of a connection :-(
I picked up and read the first chapter of ‘Find your thing’. Interesting. Written informally, tidied blog style. The use of happy and sad smiley faces was annoying (lol). Hmmm.
So I’m going to keep on going. Keep writing. I am a Zen Warrior to writers block. But speaking — now that’s a different skills. I love speaking on a stage. I used to present at conferences around the UK and abroard a few times, and I loved it [getting those tingles-Ed]. Okay, no more [ ]
Actually, there’ll one more [ ] but only in the first print edition. (Okay, are you now signing up to this commitment).
Step 1 — Take the first Step;
Step 2 — Mentally, Emotionally, Spiritually, and Physically ready oneself and align to the commitment of following through
Now, my writing can easily be critised. And I’m not being arrogant or discourteous, but if anyone does ever read this — you’re going to have to bear with ‘me’ and ‘it’ until I have some structure.
A masterpiece takes time. Takes patience. Takes commitment. Our lives should be the masterpieces we make them.
It feels like I’m around 3/4 the way through this first post. It’s not writers block. It’s the feeling that something is near completion. Isn’t a challenge for many artists knowing when a work is complete? Hmmm. I feel an idea or another theory on the way. Art = Qual. Business = Quant. How to measure based on Heart or Head. How about applying Qual to Business as a measurement.
“But that’s already being done with CSAT, NPS etc etc”
“Sure, but I’m taking Business strategy and success”
“Well I suppose (going back to Hill et al), visualisation and feeling the success is Qual”
“Exactly!”
Okay, not a theory this time, but more of an observation.
Note to self: Write up the ‘Underpant Boxershort theorum’ in the context of mood and and energy.
Gosh, that was one of my first shared thories. Oh, the time we spent contemplating and philosophising on life, the universe and everything else… They were the best of times…but were they? They were good times. fun times. shaping times. Much of how we spend our youth and teenage years dictates our future. Yes, we can change and adapt and re-learn, but it makes sense — to me anyway.
What of the years that I am in now? Are those shaping the next stage of my life. They probably are. I guess now then is the time to make any changes, adapt and re-learn (if requred) to postion for the future.
But what does that mean? I’m unsure as yet. It will unfold. Not right now. I can hear ObiOne’s haunting voice, ‘have patience young luke’. A few people in my life have told me to slow down and take more time. The first time was when I was around 16.
I started walking a spiritual path. I was advised by a very respectable ‘elder’ that ‘Rome wasn’t built in a day’. Yes, perhaps there was a path for me back then. And perhaps there is still. I speak like there’s something wrong in the path I have chosen and the one I am walking. It’s just a little different to how my parents? Okay, not quite ready to write about this subject. A few more layers to be peeled off first before I can go there.
Wow, it’s 2am! I thought it was closer to 1am. Time flies when you’re having fun.
Ah — the constraint of time. Am I using as an excuse, or reason. No, this ones legitimate. Family up early and will be a busy day.
In song: So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night :-)
fades to background…
No, this first post deserves a better closing off.
Thank you. I’ll see you over the weekend. Big Love. Lots of Hugs. Catch you later. Sayonara.
And a few kisses Xxx (yes, one large one and two small should do)
Nope. Still not there. Okay 02:08. Mild anxiety setting in. Stay up and write/face tiredness, or go to sleep. Decisions Decsions. Back to Hill. One chapter discussed indecisiveness and procrastination quite severly. Ok, there’s a yawn! Now that’s a good sign.
I refuse to google how to end blog posts. or read some blogs….but maybe I should. As a piece of research perhaps, so share some knowledge, trends and ideas. Why do I feel that I have to learn everything for myself? Puzzling. Is it an ego thing, in a negative way? Should I feel bad — no! I’m not looking for a teacher in this dilema. However, as I move further into strategy and executive thinking, I need to start letting go.
Purpose of a close: To seperate out and disconnect from an object and energy.
In drawing to a close, I was not expecting to change the name of this post. As I’ve been writing, I have not taken the time to think for another idea, and one has not come to mind. This writing will be experimental. I used to love that word!
Good night and God Bless,
Originally published at http://joesuf.blogspot.com on September 16, 2017.