Jog and blog

The only way to hold a job and still jog and blog is to sacrifice your sleep. You will always find time for things you hold near and dear e.g. texting to ones you care about, reading about Oakland shooting etc….

ROW rest of world could wait. There is only 24 hours in a day.

At this rate (of information explosion), we might need another life.

When fake news are more entertaining than real news, lies more attractive than truth and violence more justified than love, we have a problem. Can’t start all over again, because the world as is, is all that we ‘ve got.

A friend loaned me a copy of past lives and reincarnation.

It documented hypnotic healing sessions conducted in the US by Dr Weiss, himself an agnostic scientist. Catherine, the patient in tow, recalled in full detail her past lives. True or False?

We do seem to feel a special connection with someone, calls it Deja Vu.

Could it be that we had indebted each other in past lives?

How about paying it forward? Will we ever see our ROI?

I just know my experience with earlier and next generation (parents and kids) have been great and rewarding. Nothing has come close to it.

Yes, many ups and downs. Broken pieces and piercing pain. But they count. Making me the man I now am.

Without my parents’ sacrifice, I wouldn’t be here today. Without my kids, I wouldn’t be the one today.

Those who cannot give any more thought they had hit bottom (compassion fatigue). They haven’t understood what giving really is about.

We are nearing the next phase, that of an Empathetic Civilization.

Strangers to strangers, thanks to the internet .

The vices will be followed by the virtues.

I know people are loaning each other money (micro lending) and giving each other money (foundation). One day, it will be direct, without the middle-men.

I need to go jogging now. Enough blogging. Train the muscle and train the mind. Yet the heart of men is unfathomable. Bend it while learning to love and learning to learn.

Trust a little. Then trust a little more. Maybe it (the heart) will get stronger, with muscle memory. The world can use some of that loving.

All you need is love, sing the Beatles. Love heals and succeeds in places we cannot accomplish all by ourselves.

Mojo memory

Like muscle memory, our mojo could come back if we know how to flex it. Self-reinvention. Press reset.

Peak again. Brace for it.

Noose’s head. Winning.

It’s hard work and threatening to ride the wave once again.

Many would rather take the path of least resistance. Play it safe.

But the world is crying out for leadership. True North.

You don’t manage people. You lead them.

You manage time and money. But people are multidimensional.

How can you apply a cookie approach to a bunch of unique people?

By being one. An authentic one that is.

The end of all learning is to know yourself, your style and your SWOT.

Build a team to complement one another.

Get the mojo back.

Quick.

We are way pass talking.

Just do it.

Inertia has killed all of us. Death is in no special hurry.

We will end up doing ourselves in.

Except for those who saw this coming (Steve Jobs was one).

Clapton saw his child fall to his death (Tears in Heaven).

Now he got a million-dollar car.

Wonderful tonight.

Mojo back.

Remember your glory?

Blood, sweat and tears?

Been there done that?

How about now?

Can you pull the rabbit out of the hat once again?

The world needs leaders. Authentic ones.

Hard to find. Like quality. You recognize it when you see it.

Like muscle memory, you can feel it when it returns.

Like home sweet home, you can smell mom’s cooking.

The sweet taste of success, of rewards for accomplishment.

But until then, lead on. Start with yourself. Back to basics.

Block and punch. Kick that kick a thousand times.

10,000 hours of mastery.

Leadership is a skill set. But it’s a learned art.

Everybody recognizes a leader. You know the presence, the charisma, the passion, the fire, and the influence. Contagious influence. Let’s connect. Let’s get the mojo back. Wake it up. It will come back on reflex.