Tips for self development, spirituality and mentality
When I was a younger man, and finally able to afford, at least some of the things I wanted and/or needed, I became a big fan of frivolous spending. I had to have that new issue of Esquire, that personal trainer at the gym (not just the gym), an office in a better location, a more trendy breed of dog or cat, live in a nicer neighborhood, and, of course, later, “My morning Starbuck’s”. I “had arrived”. The “American Dream”, or so I so wanted it to be so. It would not be the case.
What motivates you to buy? Whether it is a vacation to Fiji, or even Peoria, a brand new Mercedes, or perhaps a used VW Beetle, or a Gucci bag or a nice slightly used but gently worn sweater from the local Goodwill, it had to do with yours (and my) emotions.
We have been taught since we were toddlers that ” ‘Tis better to give than to receive”. Of course we didn’t quite buy into that theory in our youth, as nothing felt better than that new bike, train set, Nintendo, Xbox, Barbie set, or, you name it (depending on if you are male or female and whether you are from The Woodstock Generation or Gen. X).
Wal-mart founder Sam Walton and i have walked similar paths, both geographically and in spirit. I am by no means league, but I, geographically walk down the same streets, paths, fish in the same fishing spots, and other activities. You see, Sam Walton and his family grew up down the road from where I now live, in the Ouchata Mountains of Arkansas. There may not be a more beautiful place on the planet. I have been here for almost a decade.
You might think about calling a good doctor to put me away if I told you that a good cartoon might save your life, or at least increase the quality of your life. Ironically it is good doctors who agree with this theory.
It seemed like only yesterday that I was living in Washington, D.C., working in corporate America, waking up at 6 am, rushing with my coffee while I brushed my teeth and put on my pinstripe suit and yellow power tie, and drove to work, arriving before rush hour. Only to be stressed out the rest of the day and night.
Ms. London,” I used to joke that the OB/GYN told my mom, “It’s a Realtor”. His nurse was holding me in her arms as my mom tried to smile. I was not a pretty baby. Really! My parents owned a very old real estate stable family real estate company and were from a generation where, if and when an offspring arrived, especially a male, they were born to be bred.that is, bred into the family business, not the prodigal offspring to which I eventually evolved.
Self-esteem can do wonders for your self-esteem. I know you probably are going to go back and read that first sentence to make sure I worded it properly.
I am a 53-year old man who has been declared officially disabled for almost a decade now. I never really cared much for labels, but if our society deems it important for governmental reasons to put one on me, then, indeed, that’s me.
I received an email from a woman I know last week. She considered me a happy person. It surprised me. I don’t consider myself particularly sad or pessimistic, just not what one deems happy. I’m simple. Maybe that is what she meant. She gave me ten seconds to reply.
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