101 followers on this blog :)

Thank you to all who have followed this blog. I’m not sure how often you’ll be checking in, but it’s nice to see the tally.

I had an okay day today. I counted down the weeks till I will start sending out my resume. I’m at 14-1/2 weeks. A little over three months. I promised my spouse that I would not go job-hunting in September, as that’s when we plan to take a vacation, and also the last thing I want to be doing during one of the most excellent months of the year, is interviewing.

This will give me time to figure some things out. Spiff up the resume. Improve some skills.

But for now, it’s time to go to bed. I have to be up early. I need my sleep.

And there we have it. Good night.


Navy SEALs Mental Training Video


The “Big 4” Components of Navy SEALs Mental Training

  1. Goal Setting – pick a goal, a “small chunk” of an overall goal, and focus on meeting it
  2. Mental Rehearsal (visualization) – see yourself doing what you going about to do, and see yourself succeeding
  3. Self-Talk – keep positive to override the negative effects of the Amygdala
  4. Arousal Control – use long, slow breaths to quiet down the effects of fight-flight

Now, to see how I might use these same principles in combination to improve my own responses to perceived “threats” in my life…

Another approach to rest

Gotta get more rest

Yesterday m mentioned Yoga Nidra, a yoga “version” of sleep. I checked it out, and I found some interesting info — a kind of yoga that can restore you and apparently get to the root of things that are causing you distress in your life (that’s my shorthand version of it, anyway.

The thing is that you don’t actually sleep, but you go past the relaxation phase and remain conscious while your whole physical and mental and emotional and causal body is letting go of all its “stuff”.

Okay… It sounds promising to me. I’m not sure how I feel about the more esoteric stuff, but the part about total relaxation and letting go of all the stresses and tensions sounds good to me. I’ve also heard that completely relaxing your entire body progressively for an hour is as good as four hours of sleep.

I think that sounds more up my alley. I just don’t know about all that “causal body” stuff — if I’m even understanding it correctly. There is a lot I’d need to learn to get my head around that, and personally I think I’d rather use that time to learn other things. Maybe I’ll change my mind in time, but for now, I’m looking for something more down to earth and familiar, to use in getting back some semblance of restfulness.

I slept a fair amount over the weekend. I actually slept in (till 8 a.m.) on Saturday, and then I took naps on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. I even got 8 hours of sleep last night, which is nothing short of amazing. One thing that really helped was going for a swim at some friends’ yesterday. I feel so much better after a swim, and I’m going to start swimming at a lake that’s on my way home from work, when the weather gets warmer. It’s just a quick jaunt out of my way, to get to it. I pass that turn-off every day, on my way to and from work, so I can also swim before work as well.

But back to the rest. On those days when I cannot get a swim in, and I haven’t had 8 hours of sleep, I need to block time off to do some active relaxation. If I can’t find a quiet room in the building, I can always improvise and come up with something.

The main thing is that I take action.

Because although developing the habit of getting to bed at 10 p.m. every night is a noble endeavor, there’s no guarantee that that’s going to happen every night. And in order to catch up on my sleep deficit, I’d have to get 12 hours of sleep each night for something like three months, and that’s probably never going to happen.

So, I have to come up with Plan B — something I can work into each day. Something that I can use on an as-needed basis. I can take myself away for half an hour once a day (plenty of my coworkers step away for 15 minutes at a time for a cigarette, 4-5 times a day), sit and breathe, or lie down and do progressive relaxation. Either way, it can balance me out and get me back to a state/condition that works in my — and everyone’s — favor.

So, I’m getting past beating my head against the wall, trying to make up for my lack of sleep through simply sleeping. It hasn’t been working out for the past couple of months, and I need a different approach. So, here I go.

I’m not necessarily slower – I just have more to think about

Choices, choices…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about concussion/tbi making you “dumber” – slower, etc. When I had my neuropsychological exam, it became painfully clear that my processing speed was slower than expected. And it really bummed me out for quite some time. Plus, once I was aware that this was happening, it seemed like I couldn’t do anything without being painfully aware that it was taking me a little longer to process things than I (and others) expected it to. For some reason, everybody just expected that I’d be able to respond immediately to their questions or comments or conversation starters. But it just wasn’t happening.

After thinking about this from a bunch of different angles, I had a bit of a revelation this morning. It was something I’ve thought about before (and maybe I’ve written about it before – I can’t remember), but this morning it really made a whole lot of sense:

It’s not that I’m necessarily slower or dumber than I “should” be — or than I used to be. The thing is, after my TBI(s), I became so much more sensitive to a lot of different stimuli, and my brain has to work harder to sort through a larger amount of input, than before. It’s like the injury/-ies put holes in the filters that are usually there, allowing in a whole lot more input and information — sensory, like light and sound and (sometimes) smells and touch/feeling — and all that has to be factored in. It’s like my brain has to work harder to shut those things out, and since concussion/TBI has a way of activating your sympathetic nervous system fight-flight activity, you’re even more alert to all the stimuli around you…. constantly scanning and checking things out and sensing for danger, where it may or may not exist.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who has this.Maybe someone else can confirm/affirm this for me?

Think about it – say you give someone a deck of cards to shuffle and sort. Then you give someone else two decks to shuffle and sort, while they’re having a conversation with someone and an important piece of news is playing on the t.v. behind them. If the two people race to get done with their shuffling and sorting, the person with the two decks of cards are is going to take longer — because they have more to sort through, in the first place. And they have these other distractions going on around them.

That’s what it’s like after concussion/TBI – so of course I’m going to seem “slower” than others — when in fact, my brain is actually working harder, and perhaps even more efficiently than others, because it has so damned much stuff to sort through.

I think this can also explain why folks after TBI have the same IQ level as before, only now their processing speed is slower. I’d like to challenge the idea that processing speed is actually slower, in fact. Because regular measures probably don’t factor in the distractions and added sensitivities that have to be filtered and processed. Heck, if you look at the sum total of all the activity, it could be that post-TBI, your processing speed actually increases — but your brain is so busy trying to sort things out and re-categorize them and figure out what it all means (all over again) and re-learn the old past familiar things… not to mention battle against the rising dismay that things “don’t work like they should” and the wondering “what the hell is wrong with me?!” … that the end result and net effect looks like you’re stupid and slow and not keeping up.

That’s my theory, anyway. Although it’s almost purely anecdotal, it’s consistent with my experience, so I’ll have to go with that.

It’s ironic, isn’t it, that we go through these things that actually make us stronger and more active, but people who don’t understand and don’t share our experience (including researchers and doctors and therapists and other certified experts), will label us as “weaker” and “less active” and “stupid”… all because they just don’t get it, and they can’t see why they should change their opinions.

I’m not sure what it will take to change this, but for the time being I feel pretty good in my own changing understanding, and it’s giving me some relief from that nagging sense of being stupid and slow and (excuse the expression) retarded.

Anyway, it’s a beautiful day, it’s Memorial Day — so, here’s a big THANK YOU to all who have served, and are serving, and to all who have paid the ultimate price out of love and service and duty. I probably wouldn’t be sitting on my back porch watching the dragonflies making their rounds this morning, if you didn’t do what you do. So, again, thank you.

But enough of the talk. It’s time to get into my day and enjoy myself with friends and family. Here’s hoping you can too.

Finding a good place

May you find your own good place

I’m sitting outside this morning, writing in the quiet of the day, before the lawnmowers start and the leaf blowers and the construction projects my neighbors are doing over the long weekend.The sun is hot, where there is no shade, but the air is cool where there is no sun, and I have been moving my chair around to find the best place to sit where I am not too hot, but not too cool, and I can enjoy the morning.

Some robin has found some good bugs/worms in my back yard, and it’s making repeated caterpillar-fetching trips to the high grass (I’m letting it grow, so the roots get well established before I start mowing for the summer (and yes, I am aware that summer is practically here). Other robins have also discovered this, and they have been fighting over that little space in the back yard for a little while, now. They are very aggressive with each other, and they have been flying and fighting over this territory with loud, angry cries and swooping attacks. The other birds that happen to be nearby — the blue jay, the downy woodpecker — have been also getting the brunt of their aggressive anger.

But something very educational just happened, while they were fighting with each other. They were all embroiled in a flying group brawl, when I saw a big crow fly into a nearby tree. He sat there a few minutes, seeming to hide behind the trunk of the tree, seeming to look over at the robins. Then, when all the robins were flying around attacking each other, the crow flew over to where they were… and a minute later, it flew away — with a baby robin in its beak. I could see its legs hanging down, and the crow’s flight was a little more lumbering than it had been, coming in.

All the robins flipped out and realized what was happening, and they turned from their attacks to chase the crow, which was already on the wing, headed off to some place where it could eat its little victim.

Over at the nest, a lone robin calls plaintively, chirping with distress over and over again.

Nature can be cruel. And it can be beautiful. Just now, a yellow swallowtail butterfly flew over to me and fluttered around my head for a while. A study in contrasts — in the space of a few moments, terrible “cruelty” and wonderful beauty. Coarse necessity and fragile bliss.

That crow has to eat. The butterfly has to fly. Sooner or later, each of them will in turn become food for something else. That’s just nature’s way — as surely as it’s also nature’s way for yellowjackets and mosquitoes to be visiting me, as well.

This was a good lesson this morning — watching the robins fight, and seeing how their distraction cost them one of their little ones. I doubt that if they had all been minding their nest, the crow would have come in and picked off one of their babies. It is a natural thing, but it could have turned out different, if those birds hadn’t been so fixated on fighting amongst each other.

The other thing I noticed was how quickly these aggressive enemies became allies, when they had a common foe. When they had the same threat to combat, they quickly left their differences behind and joined forces. That is also nature’s way.

Seeing this happen, I can’t help but think about all the ways that we people also fight amongst ourselves, and in the process lose things that are very important to us. We can be so intent on proving we are right, or filling some need that we are convinced we need to fill, that we trash our relationships and alienate/punish those closest to us. We can get so caught up in “taking care of ourselves” — or just looking out for NUMBER ONE — that we lose the connections that bring us life and happiness and fulfillment. We can get so caught up in chasing after the things we think will bring us happiness, that we never get there. And the more we chase, the harder we try, the farther we are from our goal of ultimate happiness.

Ironic, no?

But it seems to me that that’s how we are built. All the chasing, all the fight-flight we are caught up in… that’s the very thing that keeps us from being truly happy. When that is all we do, day after day, week after week, year after year, our ability to just let in the happiness and joy tends to shrivel and shrink. It’s like a muscle, this ability to enjoy ourselves — if we don’t use it, it atrophies, shrivels, shrinks, and becomes so weak that it actually hurts to try to use it.

But like our muscles, our ability to enjoy life can be restored. It doesn’t have to go away for good, and although at times it may feel like we will never ever get back to a place of peace (like I felt this morning at 1 a.m.), the fact of the matter is that with practice and time and patience, we can get back that sense of pleasure, that sense of enjoyment, that resting, digesting part of our lives that is as real and as vital to our survival and ability to thrive, as our beloved fight-flight reflex.

We can get back to that good place again. Because it’s always there. We just need to find it again.

We can, you know. We all come into this world with an autonomic nervous system that gives us as much access to enjoyment and relaxation, as it does to drama and stress. Over time, we may get trained to focus more on the fight-flight, and we may actually feel more alive when we are in fight-flight. But the fact that we digest our food and breathe and even have a regular heartbeat is testament to the fact that we always have a side of us that can — and does — love to just chill. Getting back to that place takes practice. God knows, I can testify to that. For some of us, it comes easy. For others (like me) it takes A LOT of practice. But it gives you something to work towards — and the rewards are pretty awesome.

So, on this beautiful day, I wish you rest and relaxation — remember those who have given their all so that we can enjoy our freedom and our opportunities. Remember those who have also returned, still bearing the burdens of their missions and their service. I like to also remember all those who have served in another capacity, tho’ they weren’t in the military — all the individuals who have given their all to make this country, and this world, a better place for those to come in the future.

May you find peace, may you find rest, and may you find your own good place.

Back to bed?

Didn’t get much sleep last night. Had some misunderstandings about timing, last night, when we had a friend over. Long story short, we didn’t even eat dinner till 9:45, and I didn’t get to sleep until 1:30 a.m. — maybe later.

I know why it happened. I was tired from my full day yesterday, and I didn’t manage my time well in the evening. Had a big fight (in front of the guest, which is never comfortable), and was so whacked out over the argument and the situation, that I couldn’t relax… and hence couldn’t sleep.

I totally did it to myself. But my spouse has been increasingly erratic and spacey and argumentative. The whole situation is totally messed up. But it’s largely my doing, because I did a piss-poor job of managing my time and energy yesterday.

I, too, get erratic and spacey and argumentative. Between the two of us…

Anyway, today’s another day. It’s a gorgeous day, too, all the pollen nothwithstanding. I’ll get some good sleep later on today, and do my best to get in bed at a decent hour tonight.

Gotta watch my sleep. Take care of myself. It’s dangerous, if I don’t. Whether or not my spouse gets it, is beside the point. I’m responsible for me, and my own choices. It’s on me, to make sure I do the right thing(s) at the right time(s) and keep myself in the game.

I’m feeling a little drowsy. Maybe I’ll go back to bed.

Life after concussion

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it must be like in the general population, for people to learn about the impacts that concussion can have on your life – cognitive ability, physical experience, moods and attention… the works. I know when I first learned about TBI and what it can do to a person, it completely freaked me out. It explained a lot, but at the same time, it really worried me and I went into a bit of an obsession about finding out what was all wrong with me… and how I might fix it.

I would imagine that there are plenty of folks out there who are going through the same thing — only with concussion. Concussion is a tricky thing, because not everyone has the same experience. The vast majority of folks see a resolution of their issues in a matter of weeks or months, but there is a significant percentage who don’t have that happen for them.

Not knowing which group you belong to… well, that can be pretty nerve-wracking.

Even more nerve-wracking, is wondering if over the long term, all the injuries you’ve sustained are going to have you ending up like those football players who donated their brains — with CTE proteins mucking up the connections, the brain shrinking, and the whole shootin’ match going to hell.

There’s no way to tell, literally, what can or will happen. Could be, I get taken out by something else long before any degeneration sets in. Then again, maybe I’ll end up drooling in a corner of some state facility, forgotten and on my own. I’m not sure I could ever let myself get to that state, frankly. What would be the point of that?

Better to live as fully as possible, in hopes that the sheer act of living large is beneficial in and of itself. That must be worth something.

I do think there’s something to that. The brain is plastic. It responds to input and it grows and changes in response to our experiences. The more experiences I have, the better my brain will benefit, I figure. And that’s my goal — to keep my health going, to keep my body in good shape, and to keep living positively and pro-actively for as long as I’m allowed.

None of us are given any guarantees in this life. We have to make the best of things.

And that’s what I’m going to do.

There is life after concussion. Oh, yes. There is plenty of life after concussion.


Traumatic Brain Injury Linked to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Study Suggests

Find the connections to get some relief

I continue to think a lot about the connections between mild TBI and PTSD. After going off the rails last month over some stressful stuff at work… and continuing to struggle with stress and how it affects me, I cannot help but see a lot of connections between the stress I’m under, the way I respond to it, and the way my brain has been working lately.

This article came out back in February, 2012, and I may have blogged about it before — it’s worth mentioning again:

Traumatic Brain Injury Linked to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Study Suggests

ScienceDaily (Feb. 15, 2012) — UCLA life scientists and their colleagues have provided the first evidence of a causal link between traumatic brain injury and an increased susceptibility to post-traumatic stress disorder.

Their new study, published Feb. 15 in the in the journal Biological Psychiatry, also suggests that people who suffer even a mild traumatic brain injury are more likely to develop an anxiety disorder and should take precautions to avoid stressful situations for at least some period of time.

The motivation behind the study, which was conducted in rats, was the observed correlation of traumatic brain injury, or TBI, and PTSD, particularly in military veterans returning from service overseas, said Michael Fanselow, a UCLA professor of psychology and the senior author of the study.

The reasons for this correlation are unknown. It could be simply that the events that cause brain injury are also very frightening and that the link between TBI and PTSD could be merely incidental. Fanselow and his colleagues, however, hypothesized that the two “could be linked in a more mechanistic way.”

Using procedures to separate the physical and emotional traumas, the scientists trained the rats using “fear conditioning” techniques two days after they experienced a concussive brain trauma — ensuring the brain injury and the experience of fear occurred on different days.

“We found that the rats with the earlier TBI acquired more fear than control rats (without TBI),” said Fanselow, a member of UCLA’s Brain Research Institute. “Something about the brain injury rendered them more susceptible to acquiring an inappropriately strong fear. It was as if the injury primed the brain for learning to be afraid.”

To learn why this occurred, the researchers analyzed a small piece of brain tissue, the amygdala, which is the brain’s critical hub for fear learning.

“We found that there are significantly more receptors for excitatory neurotransmitters that promote learning,” said Maxine Reger, a UCLA graduate student of psychology in Fanselow’s laboratory and the lead author of the study.

“This finding suggests that brain injury leaves the amygdala in a more excitable state that readies it for acquiring potent fear,” Fanselow said.

The research was funded by the National Institutes of Health, the U.S. Department of Defense and the UCLA Brain Injury Research Center.

Co-authors of the study were David Hovda, a professor of neurosurgery and of molecular and medical pharmacology at the David Geffen School of Medicine at UCLA and director of the UCLA Brain Injury Research Center; Andrew Poulos, a postdoctoral fellow in Fanselow’s laboratory; Floyd Buen, a former graduate student in Hovda’s laboratory; and Christopher Giza, an associate professor of neurosurgery at the Geffen School of Medicine.

The research was a collaboration between Fanselow’s laboratory, which studies neural mechanisms of anxiety disorders, and Hovda’s laboratory, which investigates brain injury.

“One of UCLA’s great strengths is the spirit of collaboration that allows scientists from very different departments to combine their very different expertises to answer important but difficult questions,” Fanselow said.

This is very encouraging (if I haven’t said it before). The fact that clinical researchers are looking at the biomechanical actions of mild TBI and PTSD opens up new routes for better understanding more pieces of this puzzle. I’ve said a number of times that TBI and PTSD are intricately intertwined in some really fundamental ways, many/most of which are experientially biochemical in nature. And the fact that researchers are now paying attention to this and publishing papers about this, really gives me hope for the future of handling this “co-morbid” condition.

I have also long believed (and I think also said) that mild TBI is especially vulnerable to PTSD development, because by its very nature it is confusing at the most fundamental level — which leads to continual activation of the fight-flight reflex, which ultimately builds up a biochemical load that’s heavy on the stress hormone side — and light on the rest-digest impulse. Mild TBI and its successive “micro-traumas” of continuously baffling and inexplicable experiences, many of which are either negative/threatening or perceived to be negative/threatening, is the experiential equivalent of all those subconcussive hits sustained in football, and the biochemical overload of stress hormones that builds up, day after interminable day, serves to further fry the system and the brain and the circuits which would normally serve to chill us out and manage to find a way around (or through) the troubles in one piece.

Unfortunately, I’m not a clinical researcher with an internationally recognized facility, so there’s only so much that I can do to advance this understanding in the circles where people make the diagnoses and treatment decisions. But I can at least do my part here, in hopes that the people who are actually affected by mTBI and PTSD will find some answers — and relief. And those who treat people with PTSD and/or TBI would be well-served to explore the connections between the two. It is such an obvious connection, when you stop dismissing life experience as “anecdotal” that it surprises me that no one is confronting it head-on. Or that anyone is still being territorial about their explanations for why some of us do and experience the things we do. If the professions would cross-pollinate and cross-promote, they would uncover a vast opportunity to not only expand their service, but come up with a whole new slew of approaches that actually work with those suffering from stress-hormone-overload-induced dysfunction/disorders in the aftermath of TBI.

I can’t control the fields/industries, but I can always hope. And keep working…

Getting ready for the day

Getting ready…

I just came across an interesting blog — Short stories from life.

Here’s a good story from it — “A life wasted”. It’s about what can happen when you make certain choices in life.

And it gets me thinking about the choices we all make in the course of each day. The long weekend is ahead of us, here in the States, and that means I have time to rest and catch up with myself after what has been a pretty grueling week.

It’s Friday, and it feels like “fried”-Day. That came to me this morning at 5 a.m. when I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep. I got up and sat and breathed for a little bit, but my head was just going and going, so I had to just get up and get on with it. I was a little tweaked that I had tried to get to bed at a decent hour, but hadn’t actually gone to sleep till around 11:30. And then I wake up at 5:00 and can’t get back to sleep. What a pain. I considered skipping my morning exercise routine, because I felt tired and out of sorts. I even considered skipping my formal “sit” where I breathe and balance out my fight-flight inclinations. But then I got downstairs and checked my notes and realized I hadn’t really done anything substantial, exercise-wise for the past two days, and I was due.

I decided it wouldn’t hurt to do a little bit of exercise. And it wouldn’t hurt to just sit and breathe. So, I sat for a bit and got myself into a frame of mind (and body) that was a whole lot more relaxed than it had been 30 minutes before. And I got on the bike and rode. Then I did my leg lifts… and picked up my weights again.

And lo and behold, by the time I was into my second set of easy reps, I felt like doing more. So, I focused on a handful of key exercises and pushed myself more than I have in some time. Not with heavier weights, just with more reps. And by the time I was done, I felt pretty good. Better than I have in some time, after lifting, in fact. It didn’t take much — just a little more effort and focus. But the payoff was substantially more than what I actually put into it.

Then again, I don’t want to sell myself short. I could have just taken it easy, done the bare minimum, and skated through. The office is closing early, so I could put in a bare-minimum performance today and not be noticeably different from others around me.

But that’s not my goal in life, actually. To be “not noticeably different” has never been my main aspiration. There are plenty of people whose main ambition seems to be to turn themselves into a cookie-cutter cliche, with the “right” clothes and car and house and activities and number of kids playing the “right” sports, but I’m not one of those people. I never have been. And folks whose main ambition is to be liked by others and to fit in, make me a little nervous, to be honest. They can be very nice people and enjoyable to be around, but I never quite feel like I “synch” with them.

Then again, my reluctance to not engage fully with people who need to be liked, is probably closer akin to my reluctance to exercise in the morning and do my breathing when I need to. I actually do believe that the vast majority of people do have some spark in them that really makes them stand out — and it’s our job to find that spark in people and fan that flame, so they can live up to their full potential. This isn’t just something that I think only motivational speakers and inspirational writers should do – it’s something I think we all should do. Because you can’t have constant access to self-improvement gurus, 24-7, and you can’t always be sure that those gurus are even going to have precisely the answers you need at any given time.

We need to be our own self-improvement gurus/coaches/motivational speakers — and we need to do that for others. Not because others are pitiful and pathetic and would slack off if we didn’t keep on them, but because life is hard, and it takes it out of you, and everyone who knows that should also know that we all get beaten down and depleted, so we need others to help lift us up. It’s not charity, it’s basic neuroscience. It’s not pity or coddling. It’s self-preservation for all of us. Because when others around us are dragging, that means that our “team” isn’t operating at full capacity. When the others we depend on are struggling and having a tough time, what’s the likelihood of them being able to be really responsible in their actions and choices, and live up to their promise — which ultimately helps us?

Now, I’m not talking about doing the handouts thing. I’m not talking about making excuses for people and cutting them a break when they’re milking it. But there are ways that we can step up and lend a helping hand with just a kind word of encouragement that help others pick themselves up and get their asses in gear. In some cases, tough love is the way to go — I had a very heated discussion with someone the other day who was totally slacking and being a little bit dense about a sticky work situation. I didn’t sugar-coat what I was saying, but I didn’t attack them either. I just called it like I saw it — they were being irresponsible and their actions were having a bad effect on their co-workers. After they hemmed and hawed and groused about it a bit, they saw that it was true, and they took steps with their co-workers to get their act back together, which was really gratifying to see. I didn’t do it for them. I didn’t make excuses for them. I didn’t pretend it didn’t matter, so they wouldn’t feel badly about themselves. I was just honest — and also generous with my belief in them that they could figure it out.

And they did.

See, this is what I’m talking about — I know that the economy is tough, the job market is awful, people have money problems left and right. And everyone seems to be on edge (the 2012 end-of-the-world hype isn’t helping, imho). There’s only so much you can do for people — especially people who don’t seem to be willing to help themselves. But you/we can extend a kind word and tell the truth. And we can communicate clearly to others “Yes, you can do this – I believe in you, and I am sure you can accomplish what you set out to do.” Which is probably the biggest and most important gift you can give to anyone.

And it costs nothing — other than the effort of getting out of your head and forgetting about your own problems for a few minutes, and putting yourself in someone else’s shoes. But sometimes that’s the ultimate price that people just won’t pay.

Anyway, I’ve got to get on with my day. I woke up this morning “too early” then I got my act together. I’ve been thinking a lot about all the opportunities life puts in our way, along with the crap that I (and everyone) must deal with along the way. I’ve been reading various blogs that have proven pretty inspirational – and have given me a much-needed kick in the a** with their honesty and clarity and refusal to compromise. Checking in with them, however briefly, is the kind of boost I need on “Fried”-Day. Not a handout, but a reminder of how much is possible, with the right attitude and a willingness to work.

Speaking of boosts, it’s time to get moving.

More to come. Always.

So find a way to work it in

Find what fits

If something means enough to you — I mean, really, really enough — you will find a way to make it work.

If you really want to change jobs, you will find a way to do that.

If you really want to keep your job, you will find a way to do that.

If you really want to do… just about anything… chances are extremely good that you will find a way to do that.

I’ve been off my exercise for a few days now, but for good reason. My shoulder has been giving me trouble, and I’ve been in a fair amount of pain, so it’s time to rest.

I also haven’t been eating a lot of cheap-carb crap, so there’s less hazard from me not working out.

Tomorrow I kick it and put the finishing touches on some of my projects that have been hanging around in the wings, while I’ve been deluged by a tone of tiny details I inherited from people (including myself) who didn’t pay close enough attention at something they were doing before.

I meant to get a workout in today, but that didn’t happen. I did, however, get a nap in the afternoon, after the bulk of my work was done.

And speaking of sleep, I’m off to bed.

More tomorrow… for what matters most.