Flip The Script

What do you do when you want to change your life’s direction? What advice would you give to those just starting or starting over?

Life’s Direction

There is a pastor Andy Stanely who has the most practical living advice of anyone I have ever heard. If you want to grow as a leader or just in your life, look him up, he is a great resource (and it is free). Now he does a sermon series on I think it is your path. But I will never forget this: “Your attention, not your intention, will determine your direction.” The answer to the first question, give your attention to where you want to go in life.

Just Starting

The advice that I would give to my kids and to anyone just starting is; do what you love and find people who are doing it too. At the beginning of your life and your career, it is easier to build momentum with a group of people pushing you to be better. Don’t chase someone else’s strengths but capitalize on yours. Realize that not everything you love is meant to make you a living. Some things we do are just for pleasure, they don’t have to make you money. Then do the work of figuring out what is ingrained in you like being an introvert or being an emotional person, then work on making it your strength. 

Starting Over

This one is where most people live. Believe it or not, most people are not happy with where they are at in life. They want to change what they do day-to-day. They wish they could start over but continue because their lives are set. The quarantine has a lot of people stuck at home with no income and nothing to do. You see a lot of people didn’t give themselves the opportunity to explore what life has to offer. They didn’t look in the mirror and see themselves. They looked at either their flaws or imagined being someone they weren’t. Starting over for them has a price. It is enduring the pain of being responsible for their lives and the current outcomes they are getting. And it is being honest with their weaknesses and strengths. Self-evaluation is the new starting point. 

From there, they have to pick not the outcome of their lives, but the progression. When you have to start over, and start over, and start over again, you learn that having an end game isn’t the point. Progression, becoming, looking to the next level becomes the game. I will put it in simple business progression terms. 

A woman starts a small coffee shop that was her dream. Done. The shop is opened, the dream accomplished. She gets it running smoothly and decides she can open a second one across town. (People are asking her too or there are no coffee shops in that area) She opens the second. She learns to manage managers. She opens a third and shit really gets hard and then easy again. After that, she starts to look out of state. Her dream expands and she has a bigger vision for her coffee shop. Finally, she hands over a lot of the operation to other professionals and she keeps her eye on the horizon. She started over at the age of fifty because she was laid off from her job as an office assistant. She loved leading and running things, she also loved coffee. Her natural ability was to lead and organize, she was also an extrovert, her little dream was to own and run her own business. The dream wasn’t to own or run a major corporation. Everything that happened after her initial dream was her giving attention to living out her dream of running her business. There is no end game for her.

Starting over must be like that for anyone who wants to start over. Quit looking for the exit to life and look to doing things that progress your life. Hobbies, friendships, and work all play a part in your growth and expression of who you are. There is no end game of being you. 

Flip The Script 

My own start over. I should just call it my own stumbling. It has taken on many faces, many wrong turns, and many jumping-off points. The reason; I have a ton of interests and a weird ego. I think and write about things I have no interest in executing on. I am not lazy, but laid-back. I don’t want the hustle and grind. I want the artist’s life, the writer’s life, the stay at home and think about shit kind of life. The glory, the fame, the solitude, the writing of notes, the comparison and union of thoughts, and above that to write something fun. To write a story, to make people happy, to give what I want out of life. I don’t really want more knowledge, I want happiness and laughter. So, I am flipping the script. I am moving from a blogger of informative things to a blogger who pokes fun at things. I will still write informative things I will just add the funny and fun things. My attention is going to be on making, writing, creating humorous things. Life is very serious and we all need a break. So, there you have it. My mission in a nutshell. My unending game. 

Later Gator.

Your Friend,

Nino.

This Quarantine

This quarantine isn’t going to go well.
Words as useful as they maybe don’t make up for harsh reality. In the willing mind, words of comfort soothe the anxiety. In the unwilling mind it is the noise of an asshole, filling the air with bullshit and gas. My daughter is depressed the loss of future hope and joy has been squashed. She is a social butterfly pinned in a glass box unable to breathe-move-be but she can see. She can see the imagined memories of future past. She can see through a little window of the outside world. She can see her dreams of memories to be had, stolen by the ghost of Christmas future. She is not like me. I live on the inside first. I am self sufficient. I could be a desert monk alone until I die of starvation. She is not like me. She is a pirate. She goes port to port making friends and gaining new companions along the way. She hungers over a new adventure and longs for the open sea.
This quarantine is going to break my cold heart.

End note: I wrote this on my phone for Facebook. But I thought why not give it also to you my dear readers.

Food Supplies, Corona Virus, and Quarantine

Food Supplies

I work in a warehouse full of food; frozen food, produce, dry food, canned food, and a bunch of little things that no one thinks about buying until the last minute. My job has been one of ups and downs over the years. We serve independent grocery stores. Nobody orders the same product, no one is told what to order, they are free to run their business and serve their customers to the best of their ability. Some stores open and it is a big deal a new amount of cases are added to the working load. Some stores close and it decreases. Big corporate stores come in and hurt the business of some of our most vulnerable stores. Some store rise to the occasion and become better, innovative, personal; some go out of business.

When you work in a warehouse life and seasons come two months in advance. everything for Easter is shipped. We were prepared to ship a lot of canned food this month, we have a case lot sale. We weren’t prepared for people to be crazy. Nobody was. But we should have. We should have looked at what was happening around the world and started thinking ahead. We should have known people were going to panic. We should have limited their toilet paper buying from the start. We should have been a voice of reason. It is hindsight that I am speaking from. That is how we learn, we say “I should have” and then you do that when you see it coming again. For us, in Utah, our next again for a real food crisis will be when we have an earthquake which is something like fifty years overdue.

Right now the warehouse is filling back up. Fresh food is going out. The stores are working hard and hopefully getting a lot of gratitude from their patrons. Life will go back to normal and we will have learned to have enough on hand and hopefully enough to share. I know I have and there will be a certain amount of food set aside for the “what if?” day.

Corona Virus

Social distancing isn’t the worst thing that could happen to us. Getting our loved one sick is. I have a special needs daughter, the flu, RSV, and pneumonia have put her in a hospital bed, this I fear could kill her. At first, like everyone else, I heard it is like the flu, no big deal. Then I seen a tweet that is going around from a young man who is recovering from it. He was healthy and then he wasn’t. He was put in the ICU and had to have something like three times the amount of oxygen. I have watch my little girl struggle to get enough air. I don’t shake hands. I wash my hands. I pray for those who are sick.

Quarantine

I have five teenagers at home. All are school-age two work. They have to do their homework online and I feel sorry for my wife. My kids have plenty of things to do. We have a personal library of over five thousand books. We have online streaming. We have video games. We have art supplies. Finally, they have phones. My oldest two are who I worry about. They are going to go crazy. With their young minds, they have just been put in prison. They were free to socialize in multiple ways, from regular school activities, to track, to hanging out, and even work, but now; they are stuck home with the family. I will be praying for my wife.

I work at the warehouse. I plan on putting in long hours to help alleviate the workload on others. I hate over time, but I love people, so here I am.

I want to leave you with some hope. Yesterday when I left work the bread aisle was full. It smelled amazing. It is fresh bread. You know the smell like you walked into a bakery. That smell. Well, there is no food shortage. There is no reason to panic buy. We are going to be okay, we just have to buy enough that others can buy too. I know it won’t be long before everyone is under quarantine, but if that is what it takes to save my little girl’s life, please do it.

Later Gator.

Your Friend,

Nino.