3/13/24 Where I’m At…

Miami, specifically. The loudest, most tightly wound, & aggressive city I’ve ever lived in. But I digress…

I meant to focus on Where I’m At spiritually. More properly, psychologically, but including the physical, mental, behaviors and habits; the total package of where I am and where I’m trying to get to. It’s quite different from where I was a few years ago. That was Key West. Where even the worst days were better than most of my days elsewhere. And even though I wasn’t living ALL my dreams, just being in a tropical paradise offset the fact that I couldn’t force myself to do the hard work required to share with the world what is my gift, which would be my Way to fulfillment. But short of that, living in a kick-ass place would do.

So, I guess getting hit by a car- that’s how I got here, hit on US 1 and life-flighted to Jackson Memorial- had a positive aspect for me. It led me to realize if I’m going to do what I want in life, I better get moving, and this set me on a path. Which meant digesting a ton of stuff about changing, self-help/development, etc. and along the way I found some very good quotes: Momento Mori (Remember that you must die) and, “Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.” Bruce Lee.

Change is hard, particularly for an old fart like me. I often get side tracked, distracted, frustrated, and think maybe I should give in and live an easier life without the struggle of attempting to live up to my potential. My brain has exhibited more resources for resisting change than dealing with minor obstacles and setbacks; I have personal demons bigger than God. But, I’m not giving up. If tumbling bumper to bumper over a speeding BMW, and mending 8 fractured bones in a wheelchair on the streets of Miami have taught me anything, it’s that I should cultivate that toughness I have been graced with, and do something meaningful with my life. Momento Mori.