Once a Clown

I do not particularly enjoy clowns close up. I did enjoy Watching Clowns and their act at the Circus as a child. When I was about eleven, I won tickets to “Bozo the Clown” show. Before the show even started Bozo complained to the producer, he thought I was too old to be on the show. Did this experience give me Clown bias?

As the show was live, Bozo was funny and very clownish. As soon as the recording stopped Bozo was not as funny or fun. That was about the last time I wanted to be around Clowns. In their defense I have met a few very nice people no matter they are in their clown costume or not.

I came across this Clown figure at a second hand store recently. I am surprised someone actually bought this Clown bust new. When I look at the bust, it looks more like the clown from Stephan King’s movie, “It”, than it did a playful fun clown. I expect it to start smiling with fangs and blood in its mouth. Is that the attraction?

Funny or viscious Clown?

Once a Clown always a Clown?

Maybe that is what people like about clowns. Perhaps some people wonder if another John Wayne Gacy, Jr is hiding behind the clown paint. I do not think I am alone in my thoughts about clowns. Many children are scared of clowns, and I think this fear follows many children into their adult life.

I suppose Clown are what they are. Maybe it our misunderstanding of what makes someone want to dress up in funny clothes, paint their faces, put on a funny nose, and have over sized hands and feet that is at issue. Maybe the Clowns have it all figured out and laugh at us, as we laugh at them?

Cold Hard Cash, er, Dough

Bread dough is a great trout bait in the right place and the right time of year. Of course other baits work better other times and places too.

I went trout fishing about a month ago. This was one of those times and places where bread dough was not the killer bait of the day. In fact I never even opened the can of doughy muffins.

After catching and cleaning four trout, and driving home, I put my fishing backpack away, not remembering I had a can of refrigerated dough still in my backpack. I found the dough today as I was putting away some hooks I purchased in my fishing backpack.

If you were ever curious, this is what canned dough looks like a month after it pops the can open, this is it. A bone colored hard as rock, looking like an odd piece of wood popping out of a can.  With humidity averaging below twenty percent, dry air made the dough hard enough to use as a hammer. Doesn’t smell like the muffins would have been very good cooked either,

Cold Hard Cash

Forgotten Refrigerated Dough, a Month Later

On the bright side there was no mess. A word to the wise…When putting your toys away when tired,  take a few seconds to think if there is anything needing to be taken out first.

Simple hacks for life with Parkinson’s – Mileha Soneji

If you know anyone with Parkinsons Disease this may be the most important TED Video of recent time. The video contains two neat tricks Mileha Soneji found to help a family member manage two simple tasks, drinking coffee or tea, and walking across the room.

Attached is a screen shot from the middle of the video. What you see will be amazing, and priceless for anyone you know with Parkinson Disease. The screen shot makes little sense, but it will once the video you will see Mileha Soneji is brilliant.

 https://www.ted.com/talks/mileha_soneji_simple_hacks_for_life_with_parkinson_s#t-348614


https://www.ted.com/talks/mileha_soneji_simple_hacks_for_life_with_parkinson_s#t-348614

Here is an embedded link to the video.

Filmed February 2015 at TEDxDelft

Mileha Soneji: Simple hacks for life with Parkinson’s

https://www.ted.com/talks/mileha_soneji_simple_hacks_for_life_with_parkinson_s#t-348614

Police Shootings in Albuquerque Critique

You may have heard the numbers Police Shootings in Albuquerque, New Mexico are some of, if not the the highest in the nation. It seems this notoriety brings criminal from all over who want to shoot it out with Police.

How many authors are there?

How many authors are there?

This was pulled off a bathroom wall in Albuquerque. I thought this is funny. I don’t know any Police Officers who openly support criminals.

Did the author really use two pens to write their message?

Maybe there is the original Author and a Ghost Writer(s) who turned it into humor?

Serial Dream Continues, Be active in your Dreams

This is a continuation of my previous serial dream post with a little help for you if you want help with your dreams. I have mentioned this in other posts, but it bears repeating. You can control some of your dreams. Not all dreams but some. The downside is, it takes time and practice to learn how to control some of your dreams.

As you go to sleep, tell yourself that you want to be aware of your dreams. Some people remember dreams upon waking, I was not one of these people. Telling yourself every time you go to sleep to remember your dream helps you remember your dream upon waking.

As you reflect on your latest dream, take a few moments to think about your dream. Generally, in most dreams, you are one of two of you in your dream. You are either the active one or the one watching. Try to determine which of you you are remembering the dream through, the actor or the watcher.

When you can identify which of you, you are in your dream, you are halfway there. Now when you are the actor in your dream and not the watcher, try to do something simple. I have mentioned before trying to look at your hand is a good start.

If you really want to learn this, it may take some time. It took me months before I was able to look at my hand in a dream. Do not be discouraged by any the amount of time it takes. You have your lifetime to practice. Eventually you will wake and surprise yourself because you changed the course of a dream!

Which Door in your dream?

Learn active dreaming where you take charge of your dream

Now on to my serial dream. I was there again in my dream last night. It seems I am there more than I remember dreaming about, as I have been assigned a job in my dream last night.

I am curious if this dream line will continue, and I will have to work in this dream or will it fade away to be replaced by other dreams? Sometimes my repeating dreams continue to some end point, and other times they fade away into memory. I always wish I knew where they were going, so I would know whether to invest energy in the dream or simply enjoy it for what it is.

When I was a teen, I had many repeat dreams. These dreams felt like someone was hitting replay each night. Night after night. My dream would have no ending, only a repeat of the night before. This has happened only a few times as an adult. Now as in this dream, each dream is a new chapter of a long dream.

If you try to remember your dreams, you may find some pattern or repeats in your dreams too. Sometimes you will find your dreams help you, other times they seem to serve some other purpose. Enjoy your dreams either way. They are important.

Serial Dreaming

I have these odd serial dreams. Not dreams that do not make any sense, but another type of dream. These serial dreams are somewhat lucid dreams as I am aware I am in a dream.

Rather than trying to control these dreams I prefer to passively participate in them. I feel these types of dreams are special. I would rather see where the dream takes me, rather than try to control the dream.

In this dream I am in some area of a small city. Going by the dress, it is located in a desert area. The people are dressed as people I imagine dress in rural India or the Middle East. I know this is not taking place anywhere on this earth, or at least I doubt it is.

An odd thing about this type of dream is the dream seems to be a carefully scripted event. In this dream there is a Woman tending a fire in what would pass as porch space in a small cobblestone back street fenced in by houses.

Lucid dreams

linked odd dreams that make a complete story

This little alcove is a combination of paved brick and cement on the ground. Almost as if the builder ran out of one material and finished up with a second.

There is a plastered tan wall about four feet high separating the alcove from a packed dirt lot behind the wall on the left. Where the wall ends there is a building of what would have been a garage in this reality. Whatever is on the right of that I do not pay attention to. There is an old dark wooden gate in the wall leading to the lot.

A Woman in a brown ankle length dress and dark hair is tending a small open fire. There are three Children here and two dogs, one dog larger than the other. The children range in age from about ten to thirteen or fourteen. The dogs look like mutts, and look unwashed and uncombed.

The largest dog is crusted in mud and gunk even though there is no mud in sight. The children have dirty hands and faces though their clothes and hair is clean. Their hair is about ear length, brown and unkempt.

The Woman starts talking to me in a friendly voice. She tells me the men will be here shortly, and I am to wait. The children move around, yet they feel more like stage actors than real children. The woman throws a few twigs on the fire which is already burning quite well.

The day is slightly flat looking or overcast. It is dry here. It is also warm. There is no food to cook near the fire, nor pan or pot. The dogs are somewhat friendly. I do not encourage them as they are crusted with mud and such, and I do not want it on my clothes.

The Children now start talking about the dogs wanting me to look at them closer. I ask if they are male and female. The middle child tells me they are both female. Then as one dog turns away from him, he reaches down under the dogs tail and grabs what looks like a penis. The boy tells me that all female dogs have this appendage. Then the boy says, “The ?? causes confusion to those not used to seeing it”, (somewhat like a female Hyena perhaps?).

Two men enter into the space on the other side of the wall from a building (home?) on the far side of the lot. I am told by the woman to go through the gate to join the men. The men are dressed in drab earth colored clothing. The first man one has an Egyptian type hat (Fez?) on his head. The second man has a sand colored turban on his head. Both men wear vests.

After a few seconds of idle talk one of the men asks me to sit, and offers a beat up well used wooden kitchen chair for me to sit in. When I sit, the man tells me the other man will begin shortly and I should be still.

As I am thinking to myself, ‘Begin what?’. Then the second Man stands behind me, places his hands with his ring fingers on my upper lip and his other fingers up on my nose, his hands stopping just below my eyes. His wrist are partially covering my ears making it hard to hear anything clearly.

He presses his index finders firmly on my upper lip and starts speaking in a loud voice. I can hear some of what he is saying, though he is not speaking English. He was making some sort of statement, not an asking or demanding tone. I did not understand a single word of what little I heard.

This only goes on for ten or so seconds and he removes his hands from my face. He then starts to walk away and the other man follows. After a few steps he pauses, turns and tells me, “Come back Sunday, and I will fix something else”. They both turn and continue walking away towards the building they came out of.

I go back through the gate to where the woman tending the fire is. She is very happy for me, but unclear about what happened and why she is so happy. The children are also happy, and the dogs are excited bouncing around and barking.

As I look at the woman still squatting by the fire, and the children, I notice the larger dog. Some of the muck on his front left side is coming loose. It falls off as a huge piece (like armor only it’s mud) falls to the ground. Seconds later so does the mud plate on the other side of the dog fall off. I can now see the dog is both well fed and well groomed. With the exception of the dogs head and legs, the dog’s coat is smooth and shiny.

The woman now looks like the cat that ate the canary. The children are not sure how to react, and become anxious. The woman breaks the awkwardness by telling me she is happy for me, and happy I have been asked back.

Perplexed, I thank her and the children, and walk back down the alleyway wondering what transpired and why the ruse? Everything seemed to be staged. There was no reason for the fire. There was no water anywhere, only dust from each step on the dirt. The dogs ‘mud’ suit falling off was curious as was the mud to begin with.

I know I have been here before in other dreams. I end up here by accident it seems. Always arriving on foot. Never arriving from the same trail as the previous time here. I never met and talked with anyone there other than a few formalities until this dream.

The houses are adobe looking homes. ALong a cliff are the same homes, built pueblo style. There are no stairs or ladders that I have seen. No windows either.

A gondola type system too odd to explain, but is how people move from the upper story homes to other parts of the city. Buildings containing shops are adobe also and built like groups of shops would be here on a city street.

In a previous dream about this place, I was curious and went into one of the shops. Everything for sale was of a simple primitive nature, bows, arrows, clay pots and such. There was clothing for sale, mostly earth colored and simple of design.

Many trinkets for sale, mostly blue and red, and pieces of jewelry were arranged in bins. Under glass cases were worked metal necklaces with semi precious stones in them, and bracelets and bangles.

There were fruits too. Apples of several types and colors, and pears. For vegetables, there were green and yellow chili’s, and other varied vegetables I did not look at closely enough to identify. There was no meat, fish or fowl.

Where this is, and why I go here is a mystery. I hope to some day I learn the reason for these almost dreams. I have had other serial dreams in the past that came to a conclusion. These new serial dreams are interesting to ponder as these dreams have no connection except where I go, and I know I am dreaming.

Bathroom Faux Pas

To be honest I did not like my last post. I thought it was poorly written. It was dark. It jumped all over the place. It is not a mainstream topic. It was not wholesome or funny. It may have some educational value, but most people won’t take it seriously until after the fact.

Having an affair is something two people do on the sly, away from the light. They try to avoid anyone finding out what they are up to. When apart, they are ashamed of themselves and maybe each other. I don’t know, I am only guessing. I never had an affair, and never want to.

I have been thinking about what I haven’t written lately. Ideas that cross my mind, but never end up on electronic paper. Today in a daydreaming moment, I thought about a funny incident about going pee. The story not distasteful or at least I do not think it is. I think it is a funny story.

I am in the bathroom of this serious business type building. Everyone around me is dressed very business like. Ironed shirts, ties, suits, shiny shoes, mostly black.

I make my way to the Men’s <- keyword here, bathroom. When inside I am using a urinal. The urinals on each side of me are full. There may be five or so urinals, all filled with serious looking men in business attire, of which I am not one. It may have been right after lunch, or coffee break or something like that. At any rate, the urinals were all full, and there were a few men who finished their business as it were, at the sinks behind me.

For no reason whatsoever, I remembered being a little boy in the winter time with snow on the ground in the late afternoon or early evening. Those times were kind of magical as a kid. The snow kept everything in a kind of half light even though the sun may be down.

Anyway, I am thinking about when, as a child we kids would try to write our names in the snow with our pee. It was some mark of Kid-Dom, probably northern kids bucket list sort of thing. Something all boys who live in snow needed to try. Stand there with your friends and try to write your name in the snow. Of course some boys never managed the feat. For eight or ten year old boys in the winter it was badge of boyhood honor maybe.

As this thought is passing through my mind, my stream is splashing around the urinal. Kind of an unthinking movement from times long past. Certainly it was not the typical adult sound of a man going pee in a public restroom with other men standing on each side of him. It was not water out of the hose landing in the same place for a number of seconds type of sound.

I realized the Man using the urinal on my right, with a wall between us to our shoulders, was giving me a disapproving look. This was so funny in the moment, I broke what I imagine is a second mens bathroom taboo.

I started chuckling. Well, not really loud, but kind of quietly to myself though I am sure the man with the disapproving look could hear without much trouble.

The man’s sideways glance of disapproval became one of either contempt or hostility as he heard me chuckle and saw me smile. I wasn’t sure which face he was trying to make, they both are serious.

For whatever reason the man on my left also noticed the changing pattern of sounds coming from my stall at the urinal. He too was glancing at me with a surprised look.

Perhaps this second man thought I was mentally challenged, or I had some unknown condition where the garden hose was wavering in its attempt to water the bottom of the urinal. Palsy maybe, or worse.

We Men are sometimes boys in adult bodies.

I didn’t sound very masculine. Probably childish really. You know the sound urine makes on those those almost heart shaped things that look like something you could wipe mud off of your feet if it were on the floor. I didn’t sound like that at all standing at my urinal.

My thoughts collected and back to the present, I thought how amazing. I have broken some male bathroom etiquette I did not even know existed until the moment I committed this horrendous act!

I tried to imagine when the last time the man on my right with the scowl plastered across his face had allowed himself to have something resembling simple mindless fun? Has he ever enjoyed a spontaneous moment of unscheduled funny? Does he even know what fun is?

I have never been a serious person. Though I must say my few seconds of wild abandon standing at a urinal, still brings a smile to my face. Though I doubt I would share this story with just anyone who came along. They probably wouldn’t understand it or see the humor.

With the exception of camping trips, or something of the like, we men pretend to be grown up and mature, when really we are the same kids we always were, only in adult bodies. We trained ourselves to be mature. Upholding certain unspoken values, such as peeing with haught in a public bathroom.

People, as in adults, should learn that no matter how hard we try, we are not really the adults we pretend to be. We put on these masks and try to act as we think we should. Or at least we men do. I think women are in the same quandary too, but I don’t know how women act when around only other women.

The next time you catch yourself daydreaming in a public restroom, be careful, you might offend someone, who never had a childhood.

Having an Affair

Having an affair is a question that almost all married people answer during the course of their marriage. Lets face it. When you met your spouse they seemed to be the only person on earth who understood you and accepted you for what you are.

Your future spouse had this cute habit, special look, or simply made you feel really good. Eventually you were married. You and your spouse also continued to mature. You met socially or worked with all types of new people in different situations.

A few years pass, maybe children arrive. You wake up one day and realize, “The thrill is gone”. There is nothing wrong with your relationship. What is wrong is the transition from a romantic first few years into a long term relationship.

Your faults and the faults of your Spouse faults are painfully obvious. Your spouse in particular isn’t as cute or handsome as they were, and to be truthful, those cute habits are really annoying.

Without warning someone shows up in your life who sparks your interest. They are fun and vibrant. They are mysterious and witty. They are everything your spouse was a few years ago.

They are sexually attractive and appealing to you. You may find yourself harmlessly flirting with each other. They see you the same way.

Soon, your life is upside down. This other person with all this appeal sees the very same excitement in you, which you find in them. Are you ready to jump into an affair? Are you ready to take the leap and throw caution to the wind? Get back into excitement and make life more fun? Forget the dull boring family life for a while?

Affairs have a lot of appeal from a high level. The idea of an affair is everything that led your marrying in the first place. Is there something so wrong with wanting to relive those times in your life when you were so happy, and life was so exciting?

The idea of an affair may feel exciting.

The idea of an affair may feel exciting.

I am not the person who tells you what the right answer is. I am the person who has seen friends and family members enter into an affair. I have seen the outcome of letting loose and recapturing those old feelings once again. Here is what I have observed.

If or when you make the decision to have an affair, the rules of the affair relationship change. You give up your right to say no. The other person wants more from you than a few minutes of sex, and a few brief tests or phone calls. They want more than you were willing to give.

What they want from you varies from person to person. Some people want to see you more than you are able to see them. Some people want a permanent relationship. In worst cases, some people want to destroy you, or your marriage and family.

What happens if you find yourself in one of these situations, where the other person wants more than you can give?  How are you going to manage your marriage, and your life? What will be the long term effect on your future? What will be the effect on your family? Will you have a future after divorce?

Setting everything above aside for a moment, will you like the person you see in the mirror every day? Will your friends and family see you in the same way as they did before your affair became public knowledge? Will they forgive or shun you?

What about your long term future? What will you tell the next person you want to enter into a relationship with? Will they want to be involved with you once they learn the reason you are single and broke?

In the real world, several people over your lifetime will find you attractive. Some will even fall in love with you. Being normal, the same thing will happen to you. Throughout your life you will find many people attractive. You may even fall in love with some of them.

We are people, we are not machines. Anyone who thinks they will never find another person attractive, or possibly fall in love another is fooling themselves. Our lives are made of relationships. How we deal with our relationships is what matters.

It is okay to find someone other than your spouse attractive. It is okay to accept that you have special feelings for someone. This is part of life, and how life works. What is not okay is forgetting your obligations and vows to those people already in your life.

Reality is, very few affairs have happy endings. Sooner or later, the rules change and the affair ends. Some affairs end quietly, and each person goes on living with their infidelity and secrets. More often, the affair becomes public knowledge, and people are hurt. Some people never recover from the experience.

Is an affair something you want to have? It is one thing to have a fantasy of how exciting it would be with this person. Everything would be like it was some years ago, new and exciting. It is quite another thing to give control of your life over to someone you really do not know by crossing a boundary and breaking marital oaths.

As always the phrase, “Look before you leap”, has more meaning than jumping across a puddle of water. What you could be doing is, “Taking a leap of faith”.

Stop Arguing and Start Talking

I watched a verbal argument over a parking space this weekend. Both parties involved were angry. The conflict was never resolved, and each party left angry. The argument did not need to happen. The fix is fairly simple, and I want to share it with you.

Here is what happened. Parking spaces were severely limited, as more than the normal number of people were out shopping. The parking lot is cramped. Only one of the drivers had the opportunity to observe the future conflict in the making.

Vehicle one followed a couple from the store side of the parking lot to their vehicle. Driver one turned on their blinker signaling there intent to park in the soon to be abandoned space.

Vehicle two arrived as the car that occupied the parking space was about to vacate the space. Vehicle two assumed they had the right to the parking space for whatever reason.

The manner in which the space was vacated made it possible for vehicle one to slip into the parking space while vehicle two could not move forward to claim the space.

Driver of vehicle two was irate, and pulled up to the rear bumper of vehicle one fuming and flipping the bird through the window at the driver of vehicle one.

The driver of vehicle one took offense to the actions of the driver of vehicle two and went to the driver side window, The driver of vehicle two rolled down the window, and a very childish act was performed by both drivers.

Both drivers were talking loudly, both at at once, and pointing fingers at each other. The driver of vehicle two was offensive in their speech. Two sum up the conversation nothing was resolved and some ugly words were spoken.

What went wrong and how should the situation be managed? We all have experienced frustrating moments where we wanted to yell and scream at someone for something. We also know these type of actions rarely solve anything, and have learned not to employ them. Except that is when we are overwhelmed and not keeping things in perspective.

The parking lot incident aside there are some simple ways to correctly manage interactive conflict. Generally we manage our lives from three separate states of being, according to Dr. Eric Berne which I have found to be useful.

Conflict Resolution

How not to fight when you disagree

The first state is called the child. In the parking lot indecent both parties were acting through their child. Making a show of the situation by raising voices, calling names, and pointing fingers. Nothing is ever resolved in the child state.

The second and preferred state is the Adult state. This is where conflict of any type is best managed. The adult state is calm, quiet, and high level communication. The goal of communication through the adult state is to arrive at an end point, and gain resolution to a conflict or problem.

When two or more people are managing conflict with all three communicating from the adult state, the talk is calm, and measured. Conflict is resolved in a peaceful manner. Everyone may not happy with any conflict, but no one is left to feel they did not receive at least partial resolution. Possibly, all involved are equally unhappy with the end state.

The third and final state is the Parent state. The parent state is the authority in an interaction.  The parent state works okay when dealing with children, who of course live in the child state. The parent state guides and nurtures.

Keeping these three states in mind, it is easier to see why hurtful conflict happens, and how you can resolve conflict to the satisfaction of all parties involved.

Going back to the parking space story, both participants were acting through their child state. Yelling, name calling, finger pointing and not listening. Of course the situation ended with both people angry, and not satisfied with the outcome.

If they had known what you now know, they could have avoided the level of anger and hurt they felt and displayed. Both people should have tried to move themselves into the adult state.

Failing that, on of the two people should have tried to move themselves into the parent state, remaining calm, and waiting for the other party to change states and catch up by changing from the child state they were in.

The process is really very simple. When entering a state of conflict try to mange the conversation from the Adult state. If the other party refuses to change to the adult state, you can not force them.

You can stay in the adult state yourself, suggest they calm down and change states. You can jump into the Parent state and try to manage the conversation. This only works if the other person is willing to listen to parental advice. This does not happen often.

If you find you can not influence the other person to raise themselves to your state, your options are limited. You can continue hoping they will change into the adult state. You can end the conversation as there is no reason to continue in the moment.

Or you can change to their state and come what may. When the other party is in the Parent or Adult state, changing to the same state will not help the situation. If it is obvious no resolution will happen, changing to the other persons state will allow you to vent, call each other names, and point fingers.

Improving the New Year You

I am taking a different slant on my New Years resolutions this year. After all these years, I finally realize I am who I am. All the resolutions and changes over the years have not changed Me. I have my faults, many of them. I also have my talents, many of them.

It has become obvious over the time, no matter what I do, my faults are still here. So are my many talents. If you take a good look at yourself, you will find the same thing. You can change your looks to some extent. You can pretend to be someone different, and try to act like them.

In the end you are who you are. The real you comes through each and every day. Instead of trying to be something we are not, the time has come to be more of who we are. Instead of working on some boring changes which never last, it is time to work on improvements of things about us we can do even better.

Take a few moments and write down what you perceive are some of your obvious faults. This list is pretty easy. Now, on a separate piece of paper, or open a new document. Take a longer time and write down those things you do better than anyone else you know. Stop when you have identified three to five items. Your list may take seconds or it may take longer. Time is not important, this is not a timed event.

Throw away or delete the list of your faults. Your list of perceived faults is going to be with you the rest of your life. That is the way life is. A leopard can not change its spots, and we can not permanently change who we are. Nor should we want to.

Now you should only be looking at your list of items you are good at. These are what you and I will be working on over the next year. Decide which of the items on this list you enjoy the most. This is our first priority of the New Year.

Do some creative thinking about how you can do this one thing better. How can you change or modify what you do well and do it even better? It should be fairly easy to come up with a short list of ways to improve what you do well.

Once you have a list of how to do your number one choice even better, do the same with your remaining items. Draw up a short list of how you can do these things even better.

Make what you do well better instead of trying to change into someone else.

Do what you do well better instead of failing to change yourself into someone else.

This idea make me excited! I hope it makes you excited too? Instead of trying to fix something that I think is wrong with me, or wrong in my life, I am going to work on making what I enjoy about me even better!

Is it making sense? I have found, every New Years, I have made some resolutions. Maybe go to the gym more. Do a better job at my work. Clean out my closet, and keep it clean. We both know these resolutions turn out to be boring and they do not work. I quit trying to do boring things! I am going to work on doing things I enjoy, learning how to do them better!

Now, for your part. Work on your list of things you do well, and your ideas on how to do them better. Doing this is a lot more fun than starting another year with another list of resolutions you give up on in a month or so, because they are boring. You will not spend the rest of the year thinking about how you failed at something you really did not want to do to start with.

You did not fail to complete last years resolutions. You did what is natural. They were boring and they were not about you. They were about someone you thought you should change yourself into. You are not that person. You are you! Stop now and reread this post. Start making your list of things you do well. Write down your thoughts on how to do those things better.

Without even trying, you will find yourself getting excited about your list. You will find you are excited about the changes you want to make. This is about you and who you are. Not some silly idea of changing into who you think you should be. That person will never exist, no matter how hard you try.

Keep notes on your progress, and let me know how you are doing. I want to hear about you becoming better at being you! Happy New Year! Happy You!