Facing

It's not just your outlook on life, but where you look out. When I was a kid, my friends father had a Dodge Charger.....the one with the long sloping window. We made up this game where you would lay down on the deck in back and just looked up. You had to guess where you were on the road only by what you could see above. To be honest, there was very little you could tell from only seeing up.

ADD gives you this distracted "watch the world go by" personality. Focus is a big issue. So I have had to learn "facing". This is the concept of forced direction. When you are easily distracted by the world arou... "Oh look at the squirrel" ..nd you, you trip up and fall on your face. A fact of existence. And then you jump up and try to surge forward like it was all planned. That surge is where I get in trouble. If I don't have a true facing, well I off on a bunny trail, or was that a squirrel?

So getting a rock solid facing is critical from the start. ie, if you get up every morning and ride your bike west...sooner or later you will see the Pacific Ocean! And some really great squirrels!

Roadmap of expectation

The dirty little secret about life and our plans is this....life doesn't care about your plan. How many time have you stopped and said, "This isn't the road I wanted." !! Once again your expectations are crushed, and this day, week, or month is chalked up as a failure. Now don't get me wrong...I'm not saying don't plan. But sometimes we conceive our plans and expectations to be earth shattering events, and then wonder why the earth didn't get the message. No that old earth just keeps on turning weather I want tomorrow to come or not. It's learning to ride the rotation.

In 1981, recently divorced, and overweight, I wanted to do something. I didn't know what...something big! Maybe sail on a marine research vessel for six months. Now that sounded cool! So I talked it over with friend, with coffee. [coffee as a component of right thinking, blog coming soon] My friend's son, a mere 20....At 28 I was now placing him in with the young ones, you know, nice to talk to but no source of gain...he was leaving the yard to ride his bike. "If you ever want to ride a bike cross country, let me know."

Those 13 words changed how I think. What an unknown, twitted idea....by the time He got back I asked when He wanted to leave. That twist was 4 months and 6,481.6 miles long.