I Have Two Allergies
Suffering isn’t always required for success if you’re allergic to boredom and challenge yourself. Discipline of the ritual, and Butt In The Chair is most likely required though — The BITCh Method. Butt In The Chair… or, wherever you create.
What does not kill us makes us stronger. ~ My Friend Fred
Sometimes. And ALSO, sometimes what does not kill us, doesn’t kill us because it likes us very much. When you don’t waste trouble, you don’t let your emotions dictate how you feel. You allow them to guide how you feel, though not get dissolved by them. When you don’t waste trouble… it’s not the catastrophe that’s the problem. It’s how you take it, what you make of it, your perspective on it. Perspective is key. How can you hold your mouth differently? Like an interrogative dog? How can you hold your mouth differently. It, literally, gives you a different perspective.
Adversity is like weather coming in, that has arrived, on the mountain, above treeline, in late October, on a 14er, at 14,263 feet above sea level, on Mt Democrat, the sun dropping behind the bowl, temp from 60s to 23 to 19, and you got stuck not getting off the mountain at 2p before the storms come in, and you’re day-dressed, shorts and a T-shirt. Nature’ll kill ya, no matter your experience level. Nature’ll kill ya. That I’m writing this? I kept going. Keep going…
Being aware of experience, though, means we’re still alive, and so does pain. You don’t need to suffer, though the best thing about pain is, it let’s you know you’re still alive, and to get Home! Well, these days, that flips itself huh? Maybe you want to get OUT of home? I rather like it. Home of house. Home of place. Home of world, etc. I suggest to entertain that… the, I’ve just had an another experience, or, are having an experience. And, one can potentially make That stronger if one discerns… What’s the workability? Not responsibility. Not accountability. Workability.
Lose the reverse gear for just a moment. What’s your perspective of your experience? Don’t be anything you think you’re expected to be. Inspect your expectations. Check ‘em at the door. Heck, shake ‘em off to reveal You. If you have to, cross-check them into the blue line wall hard enough for their helmet to shatter the glass, so you can shatter your glass ceiling(s). Shake ‘em off. Oh, and sometimes all you have to do is duck, or move out of the way. It’s nothing personal, all just some action on the ice of life. Take care of yourself out there. And, don’t be afraid to smile as you slip just to the side. My joke one year was,Go ahead. Take aim. Waste of time. I’m so shot full of holes you’re gonna miss.
A ship in harbor’s safe, but that’s not what ships are for. ~ John A. Shedd
What’s your perspective?
In total depth of darkness, first you’ll see a spark, then a crack, and from this crack will flow your unborn soul. ~ Altered States
Adversity does not build character. It reveals it. ~ James Lane Allen
Death is the mother of memory, nourishes the future in dreams from the perpetual present. It’s always now. What will you do with all this future you have?, NOW ~ Jordan Hoggard
What geode gems of messages have you mined and cracked open by not wasting trouble, by working at your craft not to stave off boredom, but to build value for yourself? What was/is your takeaway message gift from them? Too numerous to remember? None yet? That’s fair.
May I suggest that you have Presence As Architecture, Presence As Architecture. Keep it. Upkeep it. Enhance it and reinforce it and strengthen it. Nourish its powerful limits and boundaries. Fly as high as your roots go deep. Swim as deep And infinitely as your dreams expand within you. If your roots go deep, have a strongly developed sense of yourself, words won’t move you. You may feel them, though sometimes, still no reason than to be still. Top Gun, I’ll hit the brakes and they’ll fly right by. Next.
When the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind ~ African Proverb
Why flinch or grimace or dodge? Heck, you might have already been well placed. Don’t want to move into what was going to already pass right by. Strengthen your roots, develop and enhance your sense of identity and healthy boundaries. Then, there’s no cause or reason to fear the wind so to speak.
Why move 3” when blade only 1/4” wide? ~ Unknown. Mr. Miyagi?
I have 2 Allergies
My allergy to boredom neverminds the other one Into oblivion.
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May 26, 2020 at 6:57 am
“My allergy to boredom neverminds the other one Into oblivion.” Love it! Rock on Jordan! 😁
May 26, 2020 at 6:58 am
May 26, 2020 at 9:53 am
LOVE the BITC method! Great acronym! (You and I could add out last names and have full on BITCH – butt in the chair Hoggard or HUBLY.)
May 26, 2020 at 10:13 am
May 26, 2020 at 6:09 pm
Maybe we should re-name it the HubHog BITCh Method, Mom! Or HuHoBITCh Method? Or, HRHs Royal BITCh Method? Or, bitcHH Method? None of those feel right yet, though there’s something to be said for tuning and tailoring the BITCh Butt In The Chair title.
May 26, 2020 at 10:17 am
Good allergies to have. I’m never bored, and while I’m often hungry, I’m never starving. In my song for Inchcock and myself called “Neuropathic Mambo” I have the line “I stubbed my toe. Ouch! I’m still alive!” Always a good reminder. There are some days, very few mind you, that I wake up with no pain. While I’m lying there pondering whether I’m still alive, one of the cats will stomp across me, getting a paw square on my bladder. That’s when I stop pondering, crawl out from under a pile of cats, and head for the “wet room” as Inchcock calls it.
May 26, 2020 at 6:10 pm
Neuropathic Mambo. That rocks, Timothy!
May 26, 2020 at 7:26 pm
You can listen to it at https://wp.me/p1yQyy-4lv.
May 26, 2020 at 8:02 pm
SaWEET! Thanks for the link! I’ll look forward to experiencing it.
May 26, 2020 at 8:12 pm
Oh Yes! That’s a solid 3 minutes.
I resonate with the speak-singing, goes with the nerve damage of not belting out some American Idol tingles, simply talking the song. I have a dead-ish spot on the outside of my left knee from ACL replacement surgery. Some of it has come back over the last 20 years. They had to cut right through the medial nerve — well, maybe didn’t HAVE to, though the time it would have taken to move around it and underneath it to harvest the inner 1/3rd of my patella tendon to repurpose it as an ACL… more time-effective the way they did it.”
I appreciate the lyrics, and your description of your friend in Nottingham:
“ ‘The annoyance of some nerve damage is better than the alternative.’ Since Inchcock made it out of the stroke ward alive, he was told others who were in the stroke ward at the same as him did not live, he’s made a great recovery. I believe his fantastic recovery has a lot to do with his drive to entertain his followers with his daily descriptions of woe and wonderment of his life in Nottingham, not to mention his updates on his unmentionables and daily constitutionals.”
Excellent. Thanks much for sharing the link! Great spirit in Inchcock, and great tribute to that spirit in your piece.
May 26, 2020 at 8:19 pm
I have a parody video I did for Inchcock on my my T&L Photos site. I need to post it on WP. My fingertips and toes are numb from chemo. It makes it hard to play the guitar and my typing totally sucks theses days. I’ve been trying to practice guitar more but what it mainly seems to do is make my hands hurt and my typing worse. But onward and whatever word.
May 26, 2020 at 8:20 pm
Cool! I just found it back in 2019 so I could like it there, the link wouldn’t let me, and then kept going to find him and follow.
May 26, 2020 at 8:21 pm
“Onward and whatever word.” Yes!
May 28, 2020 at 7:37 am
“What doesn’t kill us doesn’t kill us because they like us very much”
Never considered it that way and this is absolutely brilliant!
May 28, 2020 at 7:58 am