The Jewel Of Wisdom

Most people say wisdom is a good thing. You know, better than the opposite. And part of being wise is knowing when to recognize an opportunity. This past weekend’s “research” trip yielded so much thought…like meeting Flash* at a Florida beach surf shop.

On A Search For.....Firewood
On A Search For.....Firewood

While searching for firewood, I found Flash instead, and asked him if he was the owner.

Translated It Means The Jewel of Wisdom
Translated It Means The Jewel of Wisdom

Not the owner, but long ago he toured with the Grateful Dead and Ozzy Osbourne, doing the whole sex, drugs and rock and roll thing and has been sober for 27 years.

Matching Bumper Sticker
Matching Bumper Sticker

It’s going to be an interesting week….

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* Not his real name.

Is Zeal Wise?

Rice University, Houston, Texas. Three blocks from my hotel.

Rice University, Houston
Rice University, Houston

Why tout unconventional?

Why Tout Unconventional?
Why Tout Unconventional?

Aren’t zealots frowned upon? Yet one zealot is being thanked, gratitude carved in stone no less, for unfaltering zeal.

Isn't Zeal Too Much?
Isn't Zeal Too Much?

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There Is Power Here

Who Will Show Us The Way?
Who Will Show Us The Way?

There’s awesome (magical) power in not giving up.

Most people never experience this anymore (now), even though they did experience it all the time (then).

Huh? What? Exactly.

When you were a child, you didn’t know the meaning of “give up”.  And, very rarely, did you ever cave in. But then you became an adult, and you were taught – right, wrong, consciously, subconsciously – to worry about what others think.

And this is a critical lesson to learn, because it is important, but only to a point.

And we never learn where that point is.

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Wednesdays During Midlife

Wednesdays, during midlife give us the proverbial midweek check and balance.

Am I loving my job and excited to still have a few work days remaining, or is the week dragging and Friday feels like it will never get here?

For me, I feel the heavy load.

The heavy load of responsibility, not the heavy load of despair.

The clock is ticking. Yours and mine.

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