Ok…alrighty…readjust the tired aching cheeks in a butt that’s been pinched by economic crunches only to be shoved into a squeaky backbreaking office chair that makes your legs hurt more than the ego; reach up and touch the puffy sags under each eye before glancing to see if any type of chocolate is nearby for a quick high.
Very rarely will you spot words falling from the tip of my writing instrument that asks you to stare into the soul of a growing irritation.
We’ve all got them and usually turn it into major steep hills connected to unstoppable valleys. More often then not…no daily page of experience is written without something or someone in your life generating just enough juice to send your worries and fears into a cyclone of destruction.
The makers of The Daily Challenge believe the consumed mind, body and soul need to hit the storm head on. First, identify the problem then come up with two solutions. The stronger of the two becomes your newfound way.
What?
The true goal is to give yourself a break, cut the inner you some slack, lay low and stop pointing fingers or tossing out accusations like you’re Weatherman Larry Sprinkle with a fist full of candy at the Matthews Labor Day Parade.
Stress is released when you stop to think. Rather than concentrate on one getaway plan…listen to the other side of common sense and reason. By developing the attitude of creating solutions less pressure is shoved into the height of your workday.
I’m the furthest thing from calm. I’m from the Pacific Northwest where loud verbal arguments lead to quick fisted city park brawls and unexplained bruises in places you swore were never hit, kicked or bit. Then I turned 18 and the rules of life changed. Busting tail meant going to jail.
A quick change had to be made in my game…if there was to be a resolution I needed to put focus on a solution.
I turn to my roots. Growing up in Montana made western boots, chickens to feed and miles of dirt trails to walk to school; you’re given enough time and space to reshape the race. Such freedoms to a kid is just another reason to moan and groan about having mean parents that refuse to score your challenged feet a Trans Am or anything resembling a Ford Rambler. Just give me four wheels. Fighting with the father figure pushed those wheels a little further down the highway. Learning to speak his language, understand his purpose of protection and the next thing you know…I had a 77 AMX.
Take the hurt and anger out of a disagreement and the soils that remain feed your efforts to succeed.
Solutions…two for each unfit, too tight of a grip, choking til you can’t breathe situation at home, work, driving through traffic or attempting to return an item to a mall store without a receipt.
Got problems with the government mending our broken Wall Street and Bank of America have too big of an ego economy? What’s your solution?
How many days into office are required before invisible groups with just enough cash meet up with you for lunch and without even knowing it the next vote placed was in favor of change?
In 1993 I finally made it to the position of Music Director at a radio station. I had proved my worth beyond being a talk too much on air disc jockey. Three months into the performance I resigned. I couldn’t handle it. Record companies have more power than a state senator. The strongest voice in music at the time had released a new single; I didn’t hear it. Meaning…it didn’t move me. I did nothing to pursue its success on the station. A great record rep moves over the vomit and goes straight to the source of the sickness. Not only did the station manager add the song but our logo suddenly appeared on shopping bags at an annual fall show.
Decisions today are connected to promises. Those agreements become part of your workday. Stay and play or go with no show. Stress instantly digs into the core of your destination; nights become sleepless, lunch is stale and anyone worth their weight in gold is just another reason to yell.
One problem…two solutions. Give your nose channels fresh air to breathe or the old man hairs your grandfather once shared will take root and horde all the best boogers for bigger more embarrassing moments.
Become the silent wolf…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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