Who can you believe today?

I’ve listened to people I knew and my ears were immediately closed.

I’ve listened to complete strangers and my ears were completely open to hear more.

Why is that? Was it possible that the people I knew had a message that I needed to hear but I shut my ears?

I’ve had messages for others that knew me and I was sure they didn’t listen even though I was sure they would benefit from the truth taught. I’ve even had messages for others that didn’t know me but their ears were opened.

There is a saying, “Line upon line. Precept upon precept. Here a little. There a little.” If I tell you these simple things and you don’t believe me, how shall you believe me if I tell you truths of a higher magnitude?

Like a smart mentor told me once. If I’m helping an airline pilot, speak to him/her in their language. Such as, if I was wanted to teach them the concept of breaking though a personal barrier, I’d want them to know that it would take a great effort in the beginning as they were making new changes and then they would be rewarding with comfort after they broke through. To explain in their language I might use the analogy they’d probably understand. I’d explain in the beginning of making new changes that it would be like giving the plane full throttle upon taking off to break the earth’s gravity until the plane reached cruising altitude and then they could ease off the throttle and the plane would fly faster and in comfort.

Next time you need to teach a concept to an adult start with teaching as if you’re speaking to a child who is learning it for the first time. As my smart mentor taught me, if I’m speaking to child, speak to him/her in their language.

Line upon line. Precept upon precept. Here a little. There a little.

You get it!

 

Daring greatly; what’s it like in the arena?

I’ve often thought why sports are a big part of American culture. Billions are spent on it annually. Fans flock to opinion talk shows and discussion groups are flooded with arguments why an athlete is or isn’t good.

As a fan I have my favorite teams. I have my favorite athletes. I’ve been on the courts and field of play. I’ve had fans yell for me and against me.

Perhaps sports are a microcosm view of life. Especially in the pursuit of owning your own business. Being employed for yourself, by yourself, completely independent as an entrepreneur is always scary.

One of my favorite excerpts from a talk is a corollary to entrepreneurship. It reads:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

(Excerpt from the speech “Citizenship In A Republic” delivered at the Sorbonne, in Paris, France on 23 April, 1910 by Theodore Roosevelt)

I honor all those athletes who dare greatly. I have little regard for the talking heads and especially fans who express disdain for an athlete as if to judge him/her for not making the fan’s team or perhaps the fan’s prediction look good.

I honor those daring greatly in the independent pursuit of entrepreneurship.

They are each to be honored and respected. Not the critic or skeptic “who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.”

Each of my heroes, an athlete or entrepreneur,  who “strive[s] to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.”

Daring greatly is a way of life for some.

No wonder the athletes and entrepreneurs never hear the jeers from the critics and skeptics in the stands. Critics are everywhere only to watch (and judge). Critics are to fearful to play and dare greatly because they couldn’t take what they dish out.

The only courage is from those on the field of dreams.

How to predict the results of a diet before you start

Yes I live in Las Vegas. No you don’t have to play roulette with your diet selection, spending your money and time, only to have it fail. Yes there is a way to at least give your diet a fighting chance before you start.

I’ve talked to thousands of people who have all kinds of reasons why their diet failed. Sadly, those that believe they sabotaged them self may actually have had no choice because it was destined to fail before they started.

There is one simple reason why diets fail.

Carbohydrate

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Carbohydrates were why the three major diets I started had failed. The Adkins diet, may have worked when I first tried it because it limits carbs, I ate way to much protein and the excess that my body could not absorb turned into glucose just as if it was a carb. The Dr. Barry Sears Zone diet only portioned control my macros and unfortunately the 40% allocated to carbs were to much for me. Then the Fit for Life diet failed because again the

Starting over at age 72

A dear friend reached out to me. He said something I taught in a recent presentation he attended touched him. “I need to talk” he said.

The crutch of the conversation was that he was scared. He was uncertain.

Truthfully, he was facing a demon that has been with him since childhood.

As I asked him questions and shared some stories he made the biggest affirmation to me. He said, “I don’t know the answers anymore and I’m not sure I ever did.”

I’ve discovered that when I lived my life though the prism of pride, I only thought I knew the answers. Honestly, I’m scared too. I realize now that I don’t have any answers either. But, like my friend, I affirm openly that I don’t have any answer.

I reassured my friend that knowing he doesn’t have the answer will lead him now to ask. To take each day, one at a time. I believe the answers are always inside of each of us. While we don’t always see them on our time frame (the pride thing), they will always be revealed to us.

I believe God did make me in His image. Because of that, as I love myself as God loves me, unconditionally, He’ll ALWAYS reveal the answers to me. He’ll even reveal answers to me if I don’t unconditionally love myself. God is way cool that way!

I hugged my friend as we concluded and we expressed our love for each other. He said he felt better and now can see some light to start over.

I asked him if he unconditionally loved himself. He’ll have to explore that questions because that’s one he hasn’t been able to answer yet.

It will come. He’s a good person as I think all people are. Pride gets in the way of humility. Of being authentic. He is humble now. He wasn’t judging himself. He wasn’t judging others (at least not as much as he used to).

For me, I don’t have any answers. I do have lots of questions though. I’m scared to know that too yet I’m beginning to understand to trust my Creator to give me the answers when I’m ready to receive them.

Is love ever extortion?

I have a man I admire who recently sent this email to me:

“If love is something that has to be earned or worked for in a relationship, then it’s not love. It’s extortion.” MS

Love that is “conditional” is not love. Only love that is “unconditional” is love. Conditional love is based on an insecurity. A codependency with others.

He told me of what he thought love was in his own family.

He attends church every Sunday with his wife and family. He doesn’t care for much of what goes on with the religion because as he put it, “I love Christ. Christ loves me. Religion seems to teach that Christ will only love me if I do or act a certain way. I know Christ. And the Christ I know loves me unconditionally.” But he attends because his wife is devout and wants to unconditionally support her and his son.

His son loves karate. He can’t stand karate. He goes to karate class with his son and wants him to be the best karate master ever. Or at least until  his son changes his mind.

He doesn’t care if his son wants to play video games all day. As he said, “I just want him to be the best video game player ever. I’m going to teach my son to love himself for who he is by unconditionally loving him for who he is.”

He believes God loves him regardless of how he acts. That God would never turn his back on him even if he did the worse things. He learned unconditional love from God and is applying that in his life with those he cares for.

I’ve felt a kinship to him the first day I met him. I could tell he accepted me unconditionally and he didn’t even know me. He was authentic and shared openly what he believed. He’s vulnerable and meek.

Then he said the most profound lesson he had learned in life.

You can’t unconditionally love others unless you unconditionally love yourself.