I would like to think I’m growing everyday. Spiritually. Physically. Mentally. Socially. Artistically. Even financially. Realistically, that’s probably not the case.
Where shall I place my focus? In what areas do I want to grow? More importantly, what is the cost of this growth? For example, I have no interest in growing financially, at the cost of my integrity. I intend to incorporate my morals, values and passion in addition to replenishing our resources in this world rather than depleting them.
Is it sustainable to be a society of consumption in hopes that all of our corporations continue their growth as they serve their shareholders wishes to drive the stock price up? I’m no stock expert, but I say no. No way. It’s an unsustainable model.
Can we grow in areas of our lives without depleting the resources necessary to keep that business/personal/artistic/social/etc. model flourishing? I have no doubt. But, it takes people who want to look at things differently. To call out antiquated systems that have been in place for decades and revamp them.
Whether it’s the education system, the financial system, corporate structures or how we value our personal time with loved ones. We don’t have to remain in the status quo.
We get to choose our lives. Our work. Our friends. Our interests and yes, our growth.
When are you too old to start writing that play?
When are you too old to begin painting?
When are you too old to start your journey across the globe?
When are you too old to rekindle that relationship?
When are you too old to apologize?
When are you too old to start anew?
When are you too old to cultivate that idea and see it through to fruition?
When are you too old to pick up the ukulele and start playing?
When are you too old to begin to Love?
When are you too old to take a chance?
When are you too old to feel like a child?
When are you too old to let go of the fear?
When are you too old to give someone a chance?
When are you too old to forgive yourself and Love who you are?
When are you too old to do anything?
When you say you are.
I have a heartbeat and therefore I’m in the game.
I have a mind to use and so I can solve the problem.
I am able to see and that is a gift.
I can use my legs to walk and run in order to keep my body in shape.
I have free will every moment of every day and can make any choice I want.
I make choices every minute of the day.
My life is not written for me. Therefore, I make it up.
I can choose Love.
I am free.
I am me.
I am accountable to no one. I am here for everyone.
I can make a difference.
I am. Therefore, I can.
Often times we can get ourselves into a bit of a rut. That pattern may or may not be constructive for us and we need to know how to change it up if/and when we this occurs.
Joe Dispenza has said: “we do the same things over and over again throughout a day – even weeks and we expect change to occur.” We must be able to change our behavior in order to attract the results we are looking for. So many of us allow our bodies to dictate what we do throughout a day without ever using our brilliant minds. It’s just a habit we have become accustomed to.
We drink coffee when we wake up at the same time every morning, we brush our teeth at the same time every day, we drive to work at the same time hardly remembering our journey along the way and then we come home after work to sit on the couch and watch TV the rest of the evening. And then we wonder why our days blend together and we feel stuck.
We can certainly change it if we are mindful about our tasks we choose to engage in throughout the day. But, this takes effort. It takes focus. We must remain steadfast in our awareness and not go on auto-pilot.
Start small: For the next hour or maybe the first part of the day. Break it down into tasks if necessary, but don’t allow your body and the repetition of the day dictate what you’re doing throughout the rest of your workday/week/month.
You make the rules and everything can be the gateway to anything.
Besides, you’re worth it.
I wish I could be Chicken Joe.
Who is Chicken Joe, you say?
There’s a character in the feature animated film “Surf’s Up,” in which all the character’s are animals. Mostly penguins I believe. He is a chicken who’s name is Chicken Joe. He’s a surfer with a style that’s as laid-back as his life (Think Spicoli on steroids).
He aimlessly – for the most part – walks through the movie with no real intention other than to remain in the present moment.
At one point he is “captured” by a tribe of “indigenous” penguins and they are ready to have him for a meal. As Chicken Joe sits in a huge pot of water over the fire as the tribesmen cut and drop vegetables into the water, Joe sits comfortably with his arms (wings) resting on the lip of the pot as if he’s relaxing in a hot tub. Not a care in the world.
He is a contestant in a surf competition and finds himself in the finals due to sheer coincidence only to become champion of the tournament after unkowningly catching a final wave that picks him and his board up to ride to the winner’s trophy as he lay’s on his surfboard looking at clouds in the sky.
What a way to live your day. What a way to live your life.
Man, I wish I had a little more Chicken Joe in me.
Granted he is a chicken. And he’s animated.