Author: Jim Gohrick (Page 92 of 159)

Momentum in life is an important aspect for my evolvement and I’m fully aware that when I get off track and lose it, it can be difficult to get back on the horse again.

This is why an understanding of how it works is critical to remaining consistent with our good habits.

It was explained to me that momentum is like a pump on a well. At first we must pump the handle vigorously before we are going to see any water come out of the spout, because we have to build up enough pressure to bring the water far underground up the pipe. Once we have a flow of water, we just need to maintain that pressure by pumping the handle on a consistent basis. Because we have already built up the pressure and the water is flowing, an easy pump is all we need.

Such is life. I know for me, when I’m on a roll and exercising on a consistent basis, it almost feels like the breeze is at my back or a hand is gently pushing me forward giving me the momentum to complete my tasks. It can be quite easy.

However, once I stop and then pick it back up, I don’t feel the hand on my back and I have to regain that precious push by feverishly pumping the handle on the well again.

So instead, we can maintain our momentum by staying consistent and not allow any excuse come between us and our momentum.

Maybe it’s because I came from a family of 5 kids, but I always knew I wanted to be a Father. My idea of being a Dad was toddlers running around screaming my name, “Daddy, Daddy!” looking up to me like I was their superhero. I had no clue what it took to be a Father. How could I have known? Those idealistic images I conjured up in my mind accounted for all of .875% of what actually has happened. In a way, I’m glad I didn’t know what to expect. If I did, I probably would have never gone through with it.

It’s been said that pretty much anyone can be a Father. Hell, it’s a primitive instinct for us to pro-create. Doesn’t take a lot of skill and the effort is quite minimal. But, to be a Dad . . .

I can say that I’ve learned more about human behavior – and I’m pretty fascinated by it – in being a Dad than any other area of my life. I have 4 experiment’s going on right now. I learn something new everyday and am humbled by what I’ve discovered.

It is by far the most difficult endeavor I’ve ever taken on. Maybe it’s because there are no vacations. I will always be my children’s Father. It started 25 years ago and God willing, I will still be their Father in another 25 years. My role and responsibilities may change a bit, but I’ll still be on the clock. Granted, it may not be quite as intense as it was when we had a 6, 4 and 2 year old, but never-the-less, I take it just as serious.

This is by far one of my proudest accomplishments in life and I feel eternally blessed for such a gift – and such wonderful children. I wouldn’t be the man I am today without them.

I’m humbled. I’m grateful. I’m proud.

I’m a Dad and I love it!

I would like to think my default emotion is Love. But, to be honest, too often I error on the side of frustration and a focus on lack in my life.

When can we decide to move through our day as we linger in Love? Why not give that other person the benefit of the doubt? That might be exactly what they need in this moment. Maybe we can give ourselves a bit of a break and pamper ourselves with a little self-Love today.

To linger in Love is to choose the opposite of anger and resentment.

To linger in Love is to let the ego dissolve and acknowledge our oneness with all living things in this world.

To linger in Love is more challenging. It’s difficult to keep your focus away from “what’s in it for me.”

To linger in Love is to let go of expectations.

But, what if we did. . .

It doesn’t seem so long ago when we had three children 6 years old or younger. Those days were a bit crazy, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Little sleep, controlled chaos, then just plain chaos and a whole lot of time playing on the floor with our children on our hands and knees.

While my wife and I were going through it, there seemed to be no end to the long nights, piles of laundry, messes and dirty diapers. But then before we knew it, there were no more diapers, the toys began to thin out and the next thing you know, they’re in middle school.

When we got pregnant 7+ years after our youngest, it was a surprise and a real gift. I knew I was going to cherish every moment as I was fully aware of how quickly the time goes. We did just that.

Our youngest is now 13 as we begin another transition into the next season. Many tears and laughter accompany us along the way and we do our best to take it all in stride.

Even though it can be rough, I do my best to look at the “big picture” of life and stay present in the moment knowing the next season is right around the corner and before we know it summer is here.

I’m not sure why we lie. No doubt, it has to do with a myriad of reasons.

When I was young, I remember knowingly trying it on for size to get out of trouble for the first time. That caught up with me pretty quickly as my Mom sniffed it out a mile away and came down pretty hard on me.

At that point I realized I probably wouldn’t be heading down that path again in the near future. It just wasn’t in my nature. As I matured I came to realize that lying was more than just “not telling the truth.” It was a betrayal of others as well as yourself. It was a lack of integrity. Lack or morals.

I was afraid of where that path might lead and chose not to go in that direction. Some do and I’m not sure why. Family members who at a very early age began to lie and looking back, realize it was a pre-cursor of what lie ahead (pun intended).

Not my cup of tea and probably never will be. Most importantly, I do my best not to associate myself with people that do. It doesn’t serve me, them or anyone well.

In fact, I have a pretty low tolerance for lying nowadays. If you knowingly lie to my face – and your not one of my children – I will cut you off pretty quickly. Maybe for good.