Living - and already savoring - the Adventures across the backroads of western Idaho and eastern Oregon!

05 October 2009

Kickstarting the Second Half

Reading a great book - a truly Great Book - called Halftime, by Bob Buford. Bob bascially brings Christianity into action, and Peter Drucker's management concepts into being, but asking older folks like me - yeah, 46 is near the crypt - to ask the enigmatic, "How do I give back to the world more than was given me?"

Using his halftime analogy, I'm either a late bloomer, late reader of this paperback or not making it until 92. Fine by me since 92 years on this planet is a bit too much for my liking. I guess the second option is the answer since I left my 'comfort zone' many years ago, in 1998 as LA dimmed in the rearview mirror on our way to the Big Sky country of Montana. Bob cautions us that there's a risk factor in tossing aside the hard-earned security blanket of our daily routines and paradigms of what we think is to come. Heck, you're actually losing (willingly, he hopes) control of your life. And that's a good thing if you're a Christian, though sometimes confusing.

If I've picqued your interest early this AM, good for me. Then proceed to mull over these questions today: What is my truest purpose? My life work? My destiny? Remember - our children grow to leave the home, so your answers should span beyond that part of happiness.

Think, reflect, ponder and grow. And buy that book! I can't wait to read more of it.

01 October 2009

A Few Horoscopes & Ask No Quarter

Selected Horoscopes from 'The Onion' that I'd like to share with ya:
- Capricorn: Remember: Sometimes you just have to step back, take a deep breath, give yourself a shake, and blow off the top of your head with your Dad's old shotgun.
- Scorpio is the most generous, magananimous and noble of all Zodiac signs, but that's still no reason for the Board to grant you parole.
- Pisces: Smile! Somebody out there loves you. On second thought... do
n't smile.

Mulling the disaster that was my day yesterday - even being called out as a skipping-out-on-mandatory-online-training dirtbag - I called my friend Kim and realized it does all blow by and sometimes the real pains-in-the-arse can be coopted by your charity, virture or just seeing the writing on the wall. Kim L-R: now she's a whole blog posting all by herself!

The discouragement was deep, unassauged even by Monty Python, Molson's Ice (just two, OK?) and my deep thinking about why cats are mesmerized by sunbeams. Then I realized I ask no quarter, ever, and that's how it should be. Bring on the happiness, despair, melancholy and those "I wanna tear off his head and, [well, you know]" moments. Beats the alternative, being six feet under or ashes scattered on Two Medicine Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana. Though, I suspect, those ashes would have a helluva nice free view?