What If

No. 12 | A few posts back I was warning against the negative and self-submarining habit of “If only…”

An excerpt: One thought habit that has been very helpful and has become a trusted standby for me is to propose to myself a “what if” question. Even better, a series of such questions.  A more complete description, “What if, instead of forever wallowing in ‘if only’, I…insert new habit here?” 

I cannot recall with exact certainty when I first took up my “What if…?” habit.  I very much recall the experience that spurred my giving the thought question as well as the self-advised follow-up actions the question worked to unearth an honest test run. 

Little miracle number one and I were quite involved with Boy Scouting.  On a gray, chilly morning as we were breaking camp, I was standing near the community camp kitchen drinking my first cup of morning coffee. I looked out to see one young scout regularly thumping another with a sleeping pad.  The scene really bothered me.  To describe it rightly, nobody was yet getting hurt physically.  But that sort of thing does not sit well with me.  Everything in me wanted to intervene.  I learned through my experiences in scouting that sometimes we need to let things go.  Let them play out.  Let people learn lessons that reality will teach.  Lessons learned in the real world of choice and consequence consistently bear more fruit than lessons we think we give with our interventions. I am still striving to embody this better than I do.  

As I was considering just how I was going to intervene and resolve the situation, one of the other adult leaders said, “This is going to be alright.”  For the sake of the story here, I will call the boys Billy and Johnny.  At this point, Johnny is, every so often, whacking Billy with this rolled-up sleeping pad.  It is easily observable that Billy does not like this. 

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Hard Questions

No. 11 | I read a popular writer recently who encouraged his readers to put their key life lessons into brief, memorable statements.  He may have used the word pithy.  No matter, many life lessons are learned the hard way.  Capturing them, remembering them, being ready to share them are all good things.  I appreciate the encouragement given by the author.  

I have gone part way on this very thing for quite some time, but I have not been particularly intentional about it.  I certainly was not in the habit of writing my memorable life lesson statements down.  I do so now.   

I have found as I have formed the habit of putting them into writing that I am still quite busy learning.  This is a good thing as I know all too well that I still have much to learn.  And that is not all bad as I love learning.   

I set out to write about this idea that I tend to call “Hard Questions.”   

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Rediscovering Lost Things

No. 10 | I feel like I have been on a mission of decluttering for years.  As I consider the details and the calendar, I have in fact been on a mission of decluttering for exactly that, years.  To confess, I do have some packrat tendencies to overcome.   

I read each of the Kondo books.  I read them before there was a Netflix special for binge-watching.  They were recommended to me by a friend.  To that friend, I continue to offer sincere thanks.  

To be sure, I made a lot of speedy progress early on, and I cannot recommend highly enough the effort.  My sock and tee shirt drawers continue to be joyful, tidy little spaces.  I continue to be a folding kingpin, at least around my house.  I am pleased to share that my kids have taken up at least some of these helpful “keep things tidy” habits.   

I must also confess that I still have quite a long way to go.  I have been going through boxes and boxes of things. Junk really. I have been throwing things away like a man fighting like mad against a hoarding instinct.  Funny, as I think of it now, the problem with much of the stuff that I have been going through in the latter parts of this effort has indecision as the underlying problem.  That thought has me thinking not only of the call to Tidy Up but also the call the Get Things Done.  Handle a piece of paper only once and all of that.   

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