When my wife Andrea is asked what her husband does , her typical response has always been "Oh, he starts over". While this is always meant in good humor it is: 1/ True and 2/ Relevant.
In the Post Obama election era, starting over is now something millions are all thrust into.
If you have lost your job (or are about to) you must re-invent yourself. If you are a business owner, you must look at new ways of doing business. If you are a spouse or parent, you must be aware of their needs in a new a scary world. If you are new to starting over, it can be frightening. This post and others to follow will hopefully give you the guidelines you need to take some of the fear out of "Starting Over".
Here are a few of my thoughts on the subject: (I would appreciate yours)
LJ Kindred "Comes Out"
PR NEWS WIRE AUG 22, 2011 FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
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L.J. Kindred "Comes Out"
In an exclusive interview for the STAR LJ Kindred 'Comes Out"
(Mon, AUG 22, 2011) "At my age (69), I need to play catch up. There is one thing I have not done" says LJ "Joe" Kindred. He told the Star : "It has never been on my Bucket List nor has it been a conscious goal. It is just one of those realizations that has lately crept into my mind."
Kindred said " I have never Come Out - I have never declared my preferences."
Acknowledging that there are perhaps hundreds (or more) who have wondered - so here it is
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Mothers Day Thoughts - Flower Talk
Happy Mothers Day. When I was a young man I memorized this "Flower Talk" as part of initiation into DeMolay.
Flower Talk:
For my purpose now, this altar is dedicated to our mothers, whose love never fails. You may rise to positions of great influence in commercial, political, or professional life, but you can never reach the heights of your mother's secret hopes for you. You may sink into the lowest depths of infamy and degradation, but never below the reach of her love. The memory of it will always stir your heart. There is no man so entirely base, so completely vile, so utterly low, that he does not hold in his heart a shrine sacred and apart for the memory of his mother's love. Were I to draw you a picture of love divine,
Were I to draw you a picture of love divine,
it would not be that of a stately Angel, With a form that is full of grace. But a tired and toil worn mother With a grave and tender face.
It was your mother who loved you before you were born--who carried you for long months close to her heart and in the fullness of time took God's hand in hers and passed through the valley of shadows to give you life. It was she who cared for you during the helpless years of infancy and the scarcely less dependent years of childhood. As you have grown less dependent, she has done the countless, thoughtful, trouble-healing, helpful and encouraging things which somehow only mothers seem to know how to do. You may have accepted these attentions more or less as matters of course, and perhaps without conscious gratitude or any expression of your appreciation. You are rapidly approaching the time in life when you will be entirely independent of your mother. The ties with which dependency has bound you to her may be severed as you grow older, but the tie of mother-love can never be broke. Thinking back upon the years of your life when you have reached the threshold of manhood, your mother might well say in the words of the poet:
My body fed your body, son But birth’s a swift thing,
Compared to one and twenty years Of feeding you with spirit’s tears.
I could not make your mind and soul, But my glad hands have kept you whole.
Your grouping hands Bound me to life with ruthless bands.
And all my living became a prayer, While all my days built up a stair
For your young feet that trod behind, That you an aspiring way should find,
Think you that life can give you pain Which does not stab me again?
Think you that life can give you shame Which does not make my pride go lame?
And you can do no evil thing Which sears not me with poisoned sting.
Because of all that I have done,
Remember me in life, O son. Keep that proud body fine and fair,
My life is mounted there. For my life make no woman weep,
For my life hold no woman cheap And see you give no woman scorn
For that dark night when you were born.”
Sons - endeavor to live to be worthy of your mother’s love.
“
Flower Talk:
For my purpose now, this altar is dedicated to our mothers, whose love never fails. You may rise to positions of great influence in commercial, political, or professional life, but you can never reach the heights of your mother's secret hopes for you. You may sink into the lowest depths of infamy and degradation, but never below the reach of her love. The memory of it will always stir your heart. There is no man so entirely base, so completely vile, so utterly low, that he does not hold in his heart a shrine sacred and apart for the memory of his mother's love. Were I to draw you a picture of love divine,
Were I to draw you a picture of love divine,
it would not be that of a stately Angel, With a form that is full of grace. But a tired and toil worn mother With a grave and tender face.
It was your mother who loved you before you were born--who carried you for long months close to her heart and in the fullness of time took God's hand in hers and passed through the valley of shadows to give you life. It was she who cared for you during the helpless years of infancy and the scarcely less dependent years of childhood. As you have grown less dependent, she has done the countless, thoughtful, trouble-healing, helpful and encouraging things which somehow only mothers seem to know how to do. You may have accepted these attentions more or less as matters of course, and perhaps without conscious gratitude or any expression of your appreciation. You are rapidly approaching the time in life when you will be entirely independent of your mother. The ties with which dependency has bound you to her may be severed as you grow older, but the tie of mother-love can never be broke. Thinking back upon the years of your life when you have reached the threshold of manhood, your mother might well say in the words of the poet:
My body fed your body, son But birth’s a swift thing,
Compared to one and twenty years Of feeding you with spirit’s tears.
I could not make your mind and soul, But my glad hands have kept you whole.
Your grouping hands Bound me to life with ruthless bands.
And all my living became a prayer, While all my days built up a stair
For your young feet that trod behind, That you an aspiring way should find,
Think you that life can give you pain Which does not stab me again?
Think you that life can give you shame Which does not make my pride go lame?
And you can do no evil thing Which sears not me with poisoned sting.
Because of all that I have done,
Remember me in life, O son. Keep that proud body fine and fair,
My life is mounted there. For my life make no woman weep,
For my life hold no woman cheap And see you give no woman scorn
For that dark night when you were born.”
Sons - endeavor to live to be worthy of your mother’s love.
“
You Cannot Manage Time
Note; This is a Pitch Page written by Eban Pagan. As with all his stuff - his sales pitches are almost as valuable as his courses, Enjoy - LJ
Dear Friend,
My name is Eben Pagan.
Over the past few years, I've made important discoveries that have helped me at least DOUBLE my productivity – and “accidentally” lose about 25 pounds while I was at it.
Even better is the way I FEEL. I have much better ability to FOCUS, and at least double the physical energy.
I accomplished all of this without using ANY of the traditional “time management” techniques – like calendars, checklists, and “tickler systems.”
Dear Friend,
My name is Eben Pagan.
Over the past few years, I've made important discoveries that have helped me at least DOUBLE my productivity – and “accidentally” lose about 25 pounds while I was at it.
Even better is the way I FEEL. I have much better ability to FOCUS, and at least double the physical energy.
I accomplished all of this without using ANY of the traditional “time management” techniques – like calendars, checklists, and “tickler systems.”
Winners Affirmation
The Winner’s Manifesto
LJ Kindred
TAPE THIS TO YOUR BATHROOM MIRROR AND READ IT OUT LOUD EVERY NIGHT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED AND EVERY MORNING BEFORE YOU START YOUR DAY:
LJ Kindred
TAPE THIS TO YOUR BATHROOM MIRROR AND READ IT OUT LOUD EVERY NIGHT BEFORE YOU GO TO BED AND EVERY MORNING BEFORE YOU START YOUR DAY:
I have stepped over the line.
The dye has been' cast. I have stepped over the line. My decision has been made. I won't look back, let up, slow down, or back away. I am finished and done with low living, slight-walking, small planning, lame divisions, mundane talking, colorless dreams, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need approval, plaudits, or popularity. I don't have to be first! I don't have to be right! I don't have to be recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded!
STEVEN WRIGHT
Subject: ANOTHER OF MY HEROES - STEVEN WRIGHT
If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the famous erudite scientist who once said: "I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates." His mind sees things differently than most of us do. . .
Here are some of his gems:
1 - I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
2 - Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
3 - Half the people you know are below average.
4 - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5 - 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
If you're not familiar with the work of Steven Wright, he's the famous erudite scientist who once said: "I woke up one morning, and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates." His mind sees things differently than most of us do. . .
Here are some of his gems:
1 - I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize.
2 - Borrow money from pessimists -- they don't expect it back.
3 - Half the people you know are below average.
4 - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
5 - 82.7% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
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Ten Rules for Being Human
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it’s yours to keep for the entire period.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, “life.”
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately “work.”
4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end. There’s no part of life that doesn’t contain its lessons. If you’re alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.
6. “There” is no better a place than “here.” When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here.”
7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life’s questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
10. You will forget all this.
(From the book "If Life is a Game, These are the Rules" by Cherie Carter-Scott)
When Insults Had Class
Thee glorious insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to four-letter words.
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor: She said, "If you were my husband, I'd give you poison."He said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."
A member of Parliament to Disraeli: "Sir, you will either die on the gallows or of some unspeakable disease." "That depends, sir," said Disraeli, "on whether I embrace your policies or your mistress."
"He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire." Winston Churchill
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow
"Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I'll waste no time reading it." - Moses Hadas
"I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it." - Mark Twain
"He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends." - Oscar Wilde
"I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend..if you have one." George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill,”Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second...if there is one." - Winston Churchill, in response "I've just learned about his illness. Let's hope it's nothing trivial." - Irvin S. Cobb
"He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others." - Samuel Johnson
"He loves nature in spite of what it did to him." - Forrest Tucker "Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?" - Mark Twain
"His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork." - Mae West
"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." - Oscar Wilde
"He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts...for support rather than illumination." - Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
"He has Van Gogh's ear for music." - Billy Wilder
"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx
And one of my favorites:
I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person
Classy Insults
When Insults Had Class
These glorious insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to four-letter words.
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor:
She said, "If you were my husband, I'd give you poison."
He said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."
These glorious insults are from an era before the English language got boiled down to four-letter words.
The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor:
She said, "If you were my husband, I'd give you poison."
He said, "If you were my wife, I'd drink it."
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