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  • ‘Cause he gets up in the morning,
    And he goes to work at nine,
    And he comes back home at five-thirty,
    Gets the same train every time.
    ‘Cause his world is built ‘round punctuality,
    It never fails.

    And he's oh, so good,
    And he's oh, so fine,
    And he's oh, so healthy,
    In his body and his mind.
    He's a well respected man about town,
    Doing the best things, so conservatively.

    From “A Well-Respected Man”, by the Kinks, Ray Davies
    Divine discontent. Ever experience this? It’s what I call that gnawing, aching feeling that comes from way deep down inside, from the core of your soul, if you want to call it that. You can call it what you will. You can be going along, and life is good, rockin’ on all fronts. You got the job beyond your wildest dreams. You got the home you always dreamed of having, no, that you never dreamed of having, as you never dreamed that big, but you got it anyway. You’re living there, somewhere over the rainbow. You got the travel. You go to interesting places, 4, 5 times a year. Cruises. Disney World. South Carolina beaches with the whole family. You have a great family – great relationship – great kid. You have interests and involvements. You’re respected and looked to for answers, and guidance, and leadership. Everything appears right in your world. It looks like smooth sailing from here on out.

    Yet, there’s that gnawing, that ache, that voice you do your best to ignore – “go away, man!” – you don’t want it to mess up a good thing you got going here. But, you can’t ignore it. It’s there. When you’re not busy working at the job you love, not planning or going on another vacation, not out on the field, living the dream of playing ball, and even managing the teams you play on, able to set it all up the right way, and be an inspirational leader while you’re having fun playing. In those early morning hours, when you’re up and just want to watch the recorded episodes from last night, or the reruns of the entire “Hill Street Blues” series that you loved, relating to Captain Frank Furillo, seeing yourself there, when you stare out at a sunrise on the beach or a sunset over an island mountain, it’s there. That gnawing feeling – that ache. Divine discontent.
  • Yes, you’re living the dream. But, whose dream? What’s missing? Where are you in this picture? It doesn’t go away. So, you do the only thing you can do. You start to listen. Take the time. Follow the leads. Learn to push less, learn to be open more. Discover, again, that you don’t have to find it “out there” – let it find you. Open up to it. Lean into it. Open up, lean into - what? What is it?

    It’s life, but not as you’ve known it. It’s your life. It’s not all laid out neat and orderly and happily ever after, like some fairy tale poor kid strikes it rich bullshit. It’s messy. It’s risky. It’s up. It’s down. It goes in circles. It fucks you up. It knocks you down. It picks you back up. It puts you in the middle of complex situations that have no easy answers, that make you think, make you weigh the consequences of each decision, make you plumb the depths of your own ethics to make the choices that are the right ones, for you to make. Not anyone else's, but your own life ethics. And, it’s never, ever easy. Sometimes you fuck up, and make the wrong call, the wrong choice, and then you have to sort through the mess, and figure out where to go, what to do, how to find the way to the right set of choices. Learn again, for the hundredth time, that you don’t have to find it – just let it find you. Each choice you make leads you to - now.

    It's all right here. Right now. And, YOU’re in it. There’s nothing missing. It’s all right here. It grinds your fucking ass, and forces you, again and again, to be in it. To show up. To bring yourself, all of your life lessons and experiences and desire to learn and grow, all of it, packed into each day, each situation, each moment.

    And, it’s your choice. What are you gonna do?
  • Choose life. Strap in. Take the risks. Lean back. Let it blow through your hair. There will always be time for the good life when you get there. Until then - let’s enjoy the ride. There will only ever be one "now", and this it it, my friend. Love it. Love them. Be genuinely kind to everyone you meet along the way. They all have something to teach, a lesson to give, and lessons to learn. Open up to it. Lean into it. Jump in – the water’s great. Cold as hell at first, but great, once you get used to it. Yeah, right – you never really get used to it. But, it keeps you alive. It is life. YOUR life.

    Live it!
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