It’s Friday! Which means nearly half your office will spend the day moping and moaning about having a migraine, “Ohhh I can’t help you out…the big one has hit like a hurricane shredding the shores of a tiny island somewhere in the Atlantic.”
Friday migraines must be real! Look at how many aspirin makers have started marketing their product for those destined to find relief. I still want to know how a little white pill has been trained to tell the difference between stressful backaches to a bump on the noggin caused by bosses who flat out refuse to stop.
My mentor in life Dr. Ronald Mack, who once fronted our nations poison control center spent years trying to common man some sense into my system and every time, at the mere mention of a seven to fifteen letter word…it was instant tune out. It was easier to just pop the pill and get the headache over with.
Truth is migraines are extremely real, delivering an out of control throbbing through your mind, body and soul in the way of nearly making you disabled. New studies show women have more migraines than men typically showing up on the side of the head while rocking the Richter scale at moderate to severe.
The worst part about a migraine is the nausea that follows like a tsunami chasing an earthquake.
Shockingly most who suffer from migraines know 24 hours earlier that something of major proportion is about to hit. It’s called a Prodrome. According to Dr. Fred Sheftell the President of the Council for Headache Education, 15% of migraine sufferers see flashing lights or strange shapes before the headache looks into your eyes and screams, “Give me a name like a hurricane!”
There is no easy way to tame a migraine. Which makes you wonder what the heck triggers these monsters? Outside of abnormal electrical activity, your journey is coming to an abrupt halt thanks to alcohol, erratic meals or sleeping patters, artificial sweeteners, processed meats, aged cheese, perfume, cigarettes, caffeine withdrawal and psychological stress. Hold on a second…that’s everything that takes place in the first 32.3 seconds after you arrive at work on a Friday!
Holy cow…how are we supposed to enjoy living if everything we touch leads to a king sized cobra headache? You’ve got to take the necessary steps to prevent it by maintaining a regular sleeping schedule—stop sleeping in on the weekends. If your body clock has you ready to rock at 6 am Monday-Friday you have to pull off the same stunt on Saturday and Sunday.
Take your vitamin supplements. They stabilize your levels of estrogen and serotonin.
Take the time to love yourself by creating space for nurturing—a walk with the dog, reading a book, listening to incredible music without having to be bogged down by take it home work from a job that will quit you years before you decide to take the journey. Deep breathing is a must on this new avenue of trust. Adding sips of meditation to your daily requirement opens your eyes rather than shoves your head beneath a pillow begging for the pounding to stop.
If you travel a lot…take your time packing and do everything in your power to leave all types of alcohol completely out of your air flight plans. Once back on the ground allowing your shell to pull off a few up and downs is a positive move. Exercise boosts your endorphin out put which is a sweet sensation when it comes to relaxing bad chemical reactions. Hitting the basketball court or competing in other activities is nothing more than a free ticket to the front row of migraine headache 101. I’ve seen these guys in concert, take the group KISS, mix it with Ted Nugent and the Sex Pistols now place your neighbor learning how to play the violin with six of their friends on an out of tune guitar, flute and kazoo.
If you’re like me…the idea of flushing another pill down the pipe is irritating and annoying to the tummy below—go acupressure. You can’t and won’t find relief from the headache freak if you don’t take the time to get to know why he or she is stealing your time.
I’ll never forget my family doctor looking at me and calmly saying, “Hmmm I can give you a pill.” To which I replied, “Why so you can win a free trip to Disney from the maker of the medicine?”
It’s Friday! Be sensitive to the co-worker trapped in hut made of pound, pound, pound. Also be thankful that you, at this present moment don’t suffer from migraines because how you act and react to anyone under attack will be the exact way they’ll show love when rough times take you by the noodle and turns your world upside down, in and out and through a ringer that leaves you feeling lifeless.
Headaches are serious business—never ignore them, always make way for a doctor to check out your inner sound system. All that wrenching pain could be a signal from a distant star softly saying, “Human dude, yo ego maniac monkey man…you have high blood pressure and it could cause a much bigger shape of silence.”
Getting back to living…steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
How many bad moods are you expected to carry every hour?
A driver cuts you off while trying to throw your car onto the freeway. The convenience store employee failed to stock the coffee department with the bonus treats you pour into your hot cup of Joe before you officially hit the road. A quick glance at your emails and you notice those leading your team weren’t too happy with yesterday’s performance.
It requires little or no effort from another party to knock your day off a path of victory.
How are you expected to exceed the limits of everyday expectations if everyone around you has become a four hundred pound anchor tossed into the open blue waters off the warm white sandy beaches of Miami?
According to Neil Fiore the human mood changes every five seconds.
Finally! I’ve met someone who physically understands the entire cast of idiots living in, around and beneath this thing called me. If only I had held auditions it would be a different story. They would’ve been encouraged to take web tests based on the amount of time it takes to write, produce and complete a winning project. Nope! None of us get to employ the amazingly weird, calm, nervous, over confident, shy, mean little voices with invisible faces. They just suddenly show up and it becomes our daily mission to baby sit the brats.
Neil authored the book Awaken Your Strongest Self: Break Free of Stress, Inner Conflict and Self Sabotage. Wow! The name alone should be etched into a metal plate and shoved under our picture, it pretty much says, “I’ll start liking you more when I finally shake hands with every personality I can be inside a sixty minute period.”
This means a truly hateful God awful horribly bad day at work really only lasts five seconds…anything longer than that is up to you. What? But! But! Stand up and shake that booty until that uninvited spooky vibe falls to the floor where you can step on his fat little stinking head in the way a spider screams when being squished. Was that mean? According to the rule book, it should be over in five seconds.
I’m not going to let this ruin my day!
Say it! Live it! Breathe it! I’m not going to let this ruin my day! Oh baby it works! July 21, 2009 the gigantic doctor wasted no time walking up to my incredible uncomfortable emergency room bed to calmly say, “Dude we’ve got a problem and its going to require more than NASA and NASCAR.”
Instantly, without thought I shouted, “Merry Christmas!” Nurses and interns looked at me and honestly couldn’t believe the man in room 4-A had somehow shattered the normal pattern of extremely bad news and turned it into a holiday. Every person I met that night and to this very second hears me wish them these two words because it’s become my way of saying, “I’m not going to let this ruin my day!”
Dr. Steffanie Wilk, a professor of management at Fisher College of Business believes if a person starts their day in a bad mood…its going to hang with you the entire eight hours. That ugly, dirty, stinks like rotten food mood is generally a product delivered to your common sense not that morning but the days before it reared its shameless shape.
Whoa! Stop the morning train! My boogie has lost its shoes. Someone call the heart, we’re headed back into a bad mood. See how well educated people are! One delivers a positive message of how I’m not going to let this ruin my day while another firmly steps forward and paints the trail of this not having to do with today…the booger in your left nostril is to blame cuz it happened yesterday.
Actually that’s not true. The Order of Booger builders called their union managers and I need to apologize for putting the blame on their efforts to take your mind off a bad day. Blowing your brains into a nice soft tissue could truly bend the rules of bad moods and blow off a little steam.
Wait! That doesn’t mean you should suddenly buy stock in the hanky market!
Therapist Anna Maravelas who penned out the book How to Reduce Workplace Conflict and Stress believes you’ve got other issues than tissues that lead to a really bad day at the job. Everybody in the congregation please shout Amen when I hit something you know is happening to you:
Lack of sleep…
Hunger…
Body aches and pain…
Noise…
Hormones…
Adrenaline…
Time urgency…
Stress…
Your bad mood, bad day, bad feelings, bad everything is connected to these evil creations. Changing how you think is the most powerful influence and easiest to control. Not only that…the medication for the cure is free!
I’m not going to let this ruin my day!
Merry Christmas!
Getting back to living…steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
It requires little or no effort from another party to knock your day off a path of victory.
How are you expected to exceed the limits of everyday expectations if everyone around you has become a four hundred pound anchor tossed into the open blue waters off the warm white sandy beaches of Miami?
According to Neil Fiore the human mood changes every five seconds.
Finally! I’ve met someone who physically understands the entire cast of idiots living in, around and beneath this thing called me. If only I had held auditions it would be a different story. They would’ve been encouraged to take web tests based on the amount of time it takes to write, produce and complete a winning project. Nope! None of us get to employ the amazingly weird, calm, nervous, over confident, shy, mean little voices with invisible faces. They just suddenly show up and it becomes our daily mission to baby sit the brats.
Neil authored the book Awaken Your Strongest Self: Break Free of Stress, Inner Conflict and Self Sabotage. Wow! The name alone should be etched into a metal plate and shoved under our picture, it pretty much says, “I’ll start liking you more when I finally shake hands with every personality I can be inside a sixty minute period.”
This means a truly hateful God awful horribly bad day at work really only lasts five seconds…anything longer than that is up to you. What? But! But! Stand up and shake that booty until that uninvited spooky vibe falls to the floor where you can step on his fat little stinking head in the way a spider screams when being squished. Was that mean? According to the rule book, it should be over in five seconds.
I’m not going to let this ruin my day!
Say it! Live it! Breathe it! I’m not going to let this ruin my day! Oh baby it works! July 21, 2009 the gigantic doctor wasted no time walking up to my incredible uncomfortable emergency room bed to calmly say, “Dude we’ve got a problem and its going to require more than NASA and NASCAR.”
Instantly, without thought I shouted, “Merry Christmas!” Nurses and interns looked at me and honestly couldn’t believe the man in room 4-A had somehow shattered the normal pattern of extremely bad news and turned it into a holiday. Every person I met that night and to this very second hears me wish them these two words because it’s become my way of saying, “I’m not going to let this ruin my day!”
Dr. Steffanie Wilk, a professor of management at Fisher College of Business believes if a person starts their day in a bad mood…its going to hang with you the entire eight hours. That ugly, dirty, stinks like rotten food mood is generally a product delivered to your common sense not that morning but the days before it reared its shameless shape.
Whoa! Stop the morning train! My boogie has lost its shoes. Someone call the heart, we’re headed back into a bad mood. See how well educated people are! One delivers a positive message of how I’m not going to let this ruin my day while another firmly steps forward and paints the trail of this not having to do with today…the booger in your left nostril is to blame cuz it happened yesterday.
Actually that’s not true. The Order of Booger builders called their union managers and I need to apologize for putting the blame on their efforts to take your mind off a bad day. Blowing your brains into a nice soft tissue could truly bend the rules of bad moods and blow off a little steam.
Wait! That doesn’t mean you should suddenly buy stock in the hanky market!
Therapist Anna Maravelas who penned out the book How to Reduce Workplace Conflict and Stress believes you’ve got other issues than tissues that lead to a really bad day at the job. Everybody in the congregation please shout Amen when I hit something you know is happening to you:
Lack of sleep…
Hunger…
Body aches and pain…
Noise…
Hormones…
Adrenaline…
Time urgency…
Stress…
Your bad mood, bad day, bad feelings, bad everything is connected to these evil creations. Changing how you think is the most powerful influence and easiest to control. Not only that…the medication for the cure is free!
I’m not going to let this ruin my day!
Merry Christmas!
Getting back to living…steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Who are you talking to now?
The introduction of Blue Tooth ear pieces has made this nation look like figures featured in Jack Nicholson’s movie One Flew Over the Coo Coo’s Nest—talk, talk, talk while you walk, walk, walk and those near your space have no clue if you talking to them or a ghost that got away from Dan Akroid and Bill Murray.
How can we learn to respect other people’s space if our circle of life has been invaded by wandering lip syncing? It’s time for AT&T and Verizon to create a device that allows us to click double click beep, beep right into the passing conversation?
Until that day Anne Marie Sabath blares into her giant megaphone, “Turn your back to the public when trying to talk on a cell phone!”
At work, home or at the mall, the true invader of space isn’t the person walking by the conversation but the often loud communicator out to prove their power because being in public on a cell phone is like having two hundred billion dollars. Morally and ethically speaking—to keep peace on the streets, one should refrain from being on the tally-whacker or walk toward a corner of a store or library and hold discussions completely away from those not connected.
If such places aren’t available for your private concert, Anne Marie reverts to what she calls the safe zone—four feet away from a passerby or two adult arm lengths at a level of conversation that doesn’t require volume or animated inflection.
What about talking while you’re driving?
Research shows an increasing amount of car accidents occur when keepers of the conversation are intermingled with deep thoughts brought on by the blah blah blah on the other side. The reason why is because the human brain was truly created to do only one thing at a time. Multitasking is a Corporate American term that relieves bosses from having to be jerks at work—you’re mind, body and soul can’t give driving a 100% go if you’re thinking about or arguing with a second party usually connected via a cell phone.
While growing up in Montana I used to laugh at drivers who sang with their favorite song on the radio, waving their arms, holding a pencil or a bobby pin up to their lips while Elton John blurted out Crocodile Rock or the traveler who was deeply involved in heavy thought with the passenger in the front or back—as safe as that might sound, it too was extremely dangerous by keeping the mind off what it truly should be doing.
I’d ask you to disconnect but that would make me a hypocrite. Talking on the tiny box while driving is an addiction—just like drinking and driving…except it’s several hundred dollars cheaper to put a bottle up to your lips. Local governments talk the talk about making us hang up but cell phone makers keep coming up with new connections that instantly turn your radio into giant loud speakers—better hope to God the person calling in doesn’t start off with something crude, rude and totally off color...or a little me sits next to you in traffic impersonating your every move while talking. When did we learn to talk so much with our hands? Wouldn’t it be better to keep them on the steering wheel?
Respecting other people’s space is the key here!
In public on the little talk maker or while sitting high in that hot little car pouring out the verbiage like the water treatment plant on the outskirts of town—the end result of whatever tone you have ringing is a mental state of mind you’ve lost control of…and I’ve not even touched texting yet!
By the time we physically see what the tiny print is truly saying our eyes have been taken off the road long enough to take out a possum, two dogs and an eighteen year old cat named Freddy the heart breaker. No wonder squirrels and deer love to jump out at us—America’s Funniest Human’s in Shock has been a hit on animal television years before Homer and Bart Simpson plowed into our world of entertainment.
From outer space aliens naturally assume we are a people who love to communicate—ohhh it must look so cute to see so much talk, talk, talking. What they don’t see are the living rooms and kitchen tables that remain empty. Dinner has been served but nobody looks into the eyes of the person sitting next to them and softly says, “Zup?” It requires too much energy to be one on one.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
How can we learn to respect other people’s space if our circle of life has been invaded by wandering lip syncing? It’s time for AT&T and Verizon to create a device that allows us to click double click beep, beep right into the passing conversation?
Until that day Anne Marie Sabath blares into her giant megaphone, “Turn your back to the public when trying to talk on a cell phone!”
At work, home or at the mall, the true invader of space isn’t the person walking by the conversation but the often loud communicator out to prove their power because being in public on a cell phone is like having two hundred billion dollars. Morally and ethically speaking—to keep peace on the streets, one should refrain from being on the tally-whacker or walk toward a corner of a store or library and hold discussions completely away from those not connected.
If such places aren’t available for your private concert, Anne Marie reverts to what she calls the safe zone—four feet away from a passerby or two adult arm lengths at a level of conversation that doesn’t require volume or animated inflection.
What about talking while you’re driving?
Research shows an increasing amount of car accidents occur when keepers of the conversation are intermingled with deep thoughts brought on by the blah blah blah on the other side. The reason why is because the human brain was truly created to do only one thing at a time. Multitasking is a Corporate American term that relieves bosses from having to be jerks at work—you’re mind, body and soul can’t give driving a 100% go if you’re thinking about or arguing with a second party usually connected via a cell phone.
While growing up in Montana I used to laugh at drivers who sang with their favorite song on the radio, waving their arms, holding a pencil or a bobby pin up to their lips while Elton John blurted out Crocodile Rock or the traveler who was deeply involved in heavy thought with the passenger in the front or back—as safe as that might sound, it too was extremely dangerous by keeping the mind off what it truly should be doing.
I’d ask you to disconnect but that would make me a hypocrite. Talking on the tiny box while driving is an addiction—just like drinking and driving…except it’s several hundred dollars cheaper to put a bottle up to your lips. Local governments talk the talk about making us hang up but cell phone makers keep coming up with new connections that instantly turn your radio into giant loud speakers—better hope to God the person calling in doesn’t start off with something crude, rude and totally off color...or a little me sits next to you in traffic impersonating your every move while talking. When did we learn to talk so much with our hands? Wouldn’t it be better to keep them on the steering wheel?
Respecting other people’s space is the key here!
In public on the little talk maker or while sitting high in that hot little car pouring out the verbiage like the water treatment plant on the outskirts of town—the end result of whatever tone you have ringing is a mental state of mind you’ve lost control of…and I’ve not even touched texting yet!
By the time we physically see what the tiny print is truly saying our eyes have been taken off the road long enough to take out a possum, two dogs and an eighteen year old cat named Freddy the heart breaker. No wonder squirrels and deer love to jump out at us—America’s Funniest Human’s in Shock has been a hit on animal television years before Homer and Bart Simpson plowed into our world of entertainment.
From outer space aliens naturally assume we are a people who love to communicate—ohhh it must look so cute to see so much talk, talk, talking. What they don’t see are the living rooms and kitchen tables that remain empty. Dinner has been served but nobody looks into the eyes of the person sitting next to them and softly says, “Zup?” It requires too much energy to be one on one.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Body aches no more without racing to Wal Mart
Any drug store, big, small, super family sized to nearly driven by has them. Any grocery store, organic, overrated or convenient stacks them tall on the wall, heck Hank’s got em too at Wild Willie’s flea flickin flea market along the highway—over the counter pills that claim to take the wick-it-tee whack whack out of your legs, hands and back.
Nothing destroyed my uneducated completely erratic teenage attitude more than hearing Dr. Balltrush try to explain to Mom that her extremely active son had arthritis in both his knees. Not even fifteen and the medical world was set to silence my efforts of becoming the world’s first professional bowler from Billings, Montana.
While Earl Anthony continued to dominate the round rock into slender pins act, each effort presented on my behalf was listening to the doctor, “Take these tablets four at a time, four times a day.”
Even as a child it was extremely too easy not to grasp onto the rules. 4x4=16…to which I took the very second the sun peered over that crisp Montana horizon. Who has time to watch time? The doc in the box said 4 arthritis pills every four hours…what’s wrong with doing all 16 in one sitting? The one word I didn’t learn how to spell in the first grade was S.T.U.P.I.D.
According to Dr. Jason Theodosakis sixteen million American’s suffering from osteoarthritis shove aspirin and ibuprofen into their personal computer system six or more times a day and night. Added to the game plan are nonsteroidal anti inflammatory drugs or NSAID’s, which do nothing to treat the underlying condition. Even worse, new studies show NSAID’s tend to trigger a host of troublesome side effects including digestive problems and high blood pressure.
You’d think the bad news would end there…no wonder Dr. Ronald Mack of Wake Forest University screamed at me like a chicken who’d just seen a snake. One look at the cute little pills being shoved into the mind, body and soul and he became livid pushing me into a chair and warning me that NSAID’s, purchased over the counter aggravates arthritis by blocking key molecules that help draw much needed water into dry damaged joints.
Wait! Wait! Double click the mouse a few pages back and instantly you’ll discover written pieces that unveil the trail to which I keep—my family doctor was furious when he learned of me drinking 140 to 160 ounces of water a day. There were no signs of diabetes but he noticed the blood pressure was sharply climbing. Not even three weeks later I was waking up in a hospital room with two stints in my heart.
Is this what caused the heart to jump from Donna Summer, to Hootie and the Blowfish, then Green Day then back to Taylor Swift all within three seconds?
While the highly overpaid medical officials that obviously know more than me aren’t shy to blame this twist of fate on family history…I did mention in these computer papers that I would connect all the dots and take you with you. What family history? Nobody in the chapters before this current generation suffered from any type of heart condition! Welcome to this weeks edition of CSI Arroe. (song playing in the background John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High. I wanted The Who but CSI Miami grabbed it years before me. Dang it! Always a day late and a penny short!”
Dr. Theodosakis is a professor of medicine from the University of Arizona and through his efforts we’ve learned that glucosamine and chondroitin controls pain while boosting joint mobility plus helping to undo cartilage damage which is the hallmark of osteoarthritis.
World wide those who suffer with daily if not minute by minute pain in parts of their body that once gave them a happy life are learning how to live again. Sadly, these peace makers seem to be in an area of the store that come with absolutely no medical attention. Here we go again. The weight of your body is the key secret to these over the counter pain relievers working—106% of the time the printed rules and regulations that come inside every box are so tiny it does nothing more than take up room in the garbage can. Talk to a doctor first or you could be forking out a bunch of worthless money on a product that really doesn’t have an end result.
Other incredible natural tools to help take the stress out of your joints include antioxidants like Vitamin A, C and E plus Selenium which is rich in bioflavonoids., it makes collagen, a tough protein that your cartilage digs because it becomes stronger and less prone to inflammation. Bioflavonoid sources include green tea, berries, onions, citrus fruit and pitted fruit like cherries and plums.
As tough as it can be, regular exercise is another incredible step toward a peaceful today, tomorrow and next week. The goal is to locate an exercise that doesn’t trigger the pain. Don’t suddenly take up running because it lifts the level of your heart rate…ouch!
Another good idea is to befriend a chiropractor. Proper body mechanics makes incredible harmony. Allow yourself to have a biomechanical check up, it’s nothing more than lifting the hood of your car and making sure those pistons are delivering. The video tape documents how your body moves and whoa if you think its being done right, what until you see this puppy in motion.
Face the facts the Jonas Brothers aren’t the only one’s getting old—so are the Osmonds, Boyz II Men, The New Kids on the Block are now parents and one day Hannah Montana will be an extremely late night 30 minute sitcom on Nick at Night.
I got arthritis pain at an early age because I played hard and wild as a kid, jumping off houses and mountain cliffs in Montana…I was a walking talking Mountain Dew commercial before it became cool. Today, we painstakingly make our way into the fix it up store and pop a pill believing some relief is better than nothing—totally forgetting what its doing to the rest the body.
I am no doctor but I do know the end result of over the counter abuse.
Getting back to living…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Nothing destroyed my uneducated completely erratic teenage attitude more than hearing Dr. Balltrush try to explain to Mom that her extremely active son had arthritis in both his knees. Not even fifteen and the medical world was set to silence my efforts of becoming the world’s first professional bowler from Billings, Montana.
While Earl Anthony continued to dominate the round rock into slender pins act, each effort presented on my behalf was listening to the doctor, “Take these tablets four at a time, four times a day.”
Even as a child it was extremely too easy not to grasp onto the rules. 4x4=16…to which I took the very second the sun peered over that crisp Montana horizon. Who has time to watch time? The doc in the box said 4 arthritis pills every four hours…what’s wrong with doing all 16 in one sitting? The one word I didn’t learn how to spell in the first grade was S.T.U.P.I.D.
According to Dr. Jason Theodosakis sixteen million American’s suffering from osteoarthritis shove aspirin and ibuprofen into their personal computer system six or more times a day and night. Added to the game plan are nonsteroidal anti inflammatory drugs or NSAID’s, which do nothing to treat the underlying condition. Even worse, new studies show NSAID’s tend to trigger a host of troublesome side effects including digestive problems and high blood pressure.
You’d think the bad news would end there…no wonder Dr. Ronald Mack of Wake Forest University screamed at me like a chicken who’d just seen a snake. One look at the cute little pills being shoved into the mind, body and soul and he became livid pushing me into a chair and warning me that NSAID’s, purchased over the counter aggravates arthritis by blocking key molecules that help draw much needed water into dry damaged joints.
Wait! Wait! Double click the mouse a few pages back and instantly you’ll discover written pieces that unveil the trail to which I keep—my family doctor was furious when he learned of me drinking 140 to 160 ounces of water a day. There were no signs of diabetes but he noticed the blood pressure was sharply climbing. Not even three weeks later I was waking up in a hospital room with two stints in my heart.
Is this what caused the heart to jump from Donna Summer, to Hootie and the Blowfish, then Green Day then back to Taylor Swift all within three seconds?
While the highly overpaid medical officials that obviously know more than me aren’t shy to blame this twist of fate on family history…I did mention in these computer papers that I would connect all the dots and take you with you. What family history? Nobody in the chapters before this current generation suffered from any type of heart condition! Welcome to this weeks edition of CSI Arroe. (song playing in the background John Denver’s Rocky Mountain High. I wanted The Who but CSI Miami grabbed it years before me. Dang it! Always a day late and a penny short!”
Dr. Theodosakis is a professor of medicine from the University of Arizona and through his efforts we’ve learned that glucosamine and chondroitin controls pain while boosting joint mobility plus helping to undo cartilage damage which is the hallmark of osteoarthritis.
World wide those who suffer with daily if not minute by minute pain in parts of their body that once gave them a happy life are learning how to live again. Sadly, these peace makers seem to be in an area of the store that come with absolutely no medical attention. Here we go again. The weight of your body is the key secret to these over the counter pain relievers working—106% of the time the printed rules and regulations that come inside every box are so tiny it does nothing more than take up room in the garbage can. Talk to a doctor first or you could be forking out a bunch of worthless money on a product that really doesn’t have an end result.
Other incredible natural tools to help take the stress out of your joints include antioxidants like Vitamin A, C and E plus Selenium which is rich in bioflavonoids., it makes collagen, a tough protein that your cartilage digs because it becomes stronger and less prone to inflammation. Bioflavonoid sources include green tea, berries, onions, citrus fruit and pitted fruit like cherries and plums.
As tough as it can be, regular exercise is another incredible step toward a peaceful today, tomorrow and next week. The goal is to locate an exercise that doesn’t trigger the pain. Don’t suddenly take up running because it lifts the level of your heart rate…ouch!
Another good idea is to befriend a chiropractor. Proper body mechanics makes incredible harmony. Allow yourself to have a biomechanical check up, it’s nothing more than lifting the hood of your car and making sure those pistons are delivering. The video tape documents how your body moves and whoa if you think its being done right, what until you see this puppy in motion.
Face the facts the Jonas Brothers aren’t the only one’s getting old—so are the Osmonds, Boyz II Men, The New Kids on the Block are now parents and one day Hannah Montana will be an extremely late night 30 minute sitcom on Nick at Night.
I got arthritis pain at an early age because I played hard and wild as a kid, jumping off houses and mountain cliffs in Montana…I was a walking talking Mountain Dew commercial before it became cool. Today, we painstakingly make our way into the fix it up store and pop a pill believing some relief is better than nothing—totally forgetting what its doing to the rest the body.
I am no doctor but I do know the end result of over the counter abuse.
Getting back to living…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, October 5, 2009
Stress is nothing more than a rope around your neck...
I met with a small assembly of people this past Friday night who were visually nervous about the current shapes of a modern future—one look at the never ending changes in the world financial market, the crime rate public officials vote to release to the media and the combined efforts of Iran and North Korea having nuclear weapons of choice generates a feeling of abnormal unrest.
What becomes of a people when the idea of setting your imagination free within a world of fantasy no longer seems to be the ultimate escape? Keeping up with the Jones’ used to be fun! The closest thing to it these days is a credit card with a 30% interest rate. Which I believe is higher than scoring some cash from the Mafia—as long as it’s paid back by the first of the week.
So I ask, “Where are those rose colored glasses my mother constantly spoke of?”
When confronted with nervous laughter, eyes that dart across the room like fireflies in August and fingers nibbled back to near bleeding—when there is fear, humans cut off their oxygen supply relying solely on the upper levels of those lungs to feed the entire presentation of the frame and all things connected.
Breathing properly gifts your system with space.
By learning how to properly breathe all that shatters your day becomes something you can easily set aside and or deal with one step at a time—beginning first with cleaning up the floor of your inner closet and allowing yourself to breathe. Create space so the entire self can take in the necessary decisions to make your day right.
Author and spiritualist Eckhart Tolle believes the awareness of how we breathe generates aliveness—an electric shock of feeling like we are alive rather than numb. Breathing properly diffuses the body.
But before I can suddenly leap into the 2,000 year old sketches of pushing out the tummy then releasing it…the key thought here is awareness. Learning to identify what brings giant dark clouds to your parade helps you to better handle its appearance on the horizon rather than two inches from your wet allergy infested nose.
Tell me someone who isn’t distracted by their hidden personal thoughts—those voices in the head speak way too loud. They scream because they can’t feel aliveness. In essence, by breathing wrong, you’re depriving the thinker of proper oxygen to keep those thought busters in their proper place.
Its no hidden fact, the art of bringing peace to the inner being is usually connected to addictions, drugs, caffeine, smoking, giant roller coasters that send chills up and down your spine so fast the endorphins created would instantly be named illegal on most streets in America. Over stimulation, loud music and obsession make up the design of voices gone wild.
Eckhart Tolle believes the biggest cover up the human race has concocted is relationship, “I will make you happy for the rest of your life.” He calls it the worlds largest let me down. Now you know why the national divorce rate is 52%. The other side of the loving relationship didn’t come with a guarantee.
Conscious breathing is key to a winning today, tomorrow and next week. Two or three conscious breaths invite aliveness to your perch—recognizing the fresh alive feeling from the inside out rather than just the outside brings sunshine to your arms, feet and dreams allowing you to take on a more positive shape.
Let your entire body become whole by filling your stomach with air—all that delicious invisible stuff races into your blood stream like teenagers who’ve learned their parents are headed out of town for the weekend. In Tae Kwon Do I’ll measure the air by resting my fingers lightly on my black belt. Knowing air is moving through the entire system grants the rest of me to kick, block and punch at a much higher level of performance.
Here in the radio station production studio where things have to be 200% more peaceful…measurements are made through the day with a self driven goal of doing 100 or more pushups. Nothing rocks your body more than using good ole fashioned body versus mass approaches your PE teacher assumed you’d perform the rest of your life.
Can’t find the privacy to pull off a set of 10 to 15 pushups? Locate a workplace closet, kitchen area or wash your hands really good and hit the bathroom floor. I got caught busting out 25 last week, horribly embarrassed by a personal effort to stay in tune and up beat I quickly recovered by offering them the opportunity to do it with me. Make it fun and others will soon join in. I can’t wait until our private gym is 100% complete here at Clear Channel. The walls are up waiting for our staff to step inside and pour some sugar on feeling great.
Maybe that bad day at work really isn’t because your boss is a bonehead. Regain control of your future by feeling alive in the center of your world. This journey doesn’t star Nicolas Cage and won’t be shown to the rest of us in 3-D. It’s time to breathe! Properly!
Getting back to living….steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
What becomes of a people when the idea of setting your imagination free within a world of fantasy no longer seems to be the ultimate escape? Keeping up with the Jones’ used to be fun! The closest thing to it these days is a credit card with a 30% interest rate. Which I believe is higher than scoring some cash from the Mafia—as long as it’s paid back by the first of the week.
So I ask, “Where are those rose colored glasses my mother constantly spoke of?”
When confronted with nervous laughter, eyes that dart across the room like fireflies in August and fingers nibbled back to near bleeding—when there is fear, humans cut off their oxygen supply relying solely on the upper levels of those lungs to feed the entire presentation of the frame and all things connected.
Breathing properly gifts your system with space.
By learning how to properly breathe all that shatters your day becomes something you can easily set aside and or deal with one step at a time—beginning first with cleaning up the floor of your inner closet and allowing yourself to breathe. Create space so the entire self can take in the necessary decisions to make your day right.
Author and spiritualist Eckhart Tolle believes the awareness of how we breathe generates aliveness—an electric shock of feeling like we are alive rather than numb. Breathing properly diffuses the body.
But before I can suddenly leap into the 2,000 year old sketches of pushing out the tummy then releasing it…the key thought here is awareness. Learning to identify what brings giant dark clouds to your parade helps you to better handle its appearance on the horizon rather than two inches from your wet allergy infested nose.
Tell me someone who isn’t distracted by their hidden personal thoughts—those voices in the head speak way too loud. They scream because they can’t feel aliveness. In essence, by breathing wrong, you’re depriving the thinker of proper oxygen to keep those thought busters in their proper place.
Its no hidden fact, the art of bringing peace to the inner being is usually connected to addictions, drugs, caffeine, smoking, giant roller coasters that send chills up and down your spine so fast the endorphins created would instantly be named illegal on most streets in America. Over stimulation, loud music and obsession make up the design of voices gone wild.
Eckhart Tolle believes the biggest cover up the human race has concocted is relationship, “I will make you happy for the rest of your life.” He calls it the worlds largest let me down. Now you know why the national divorce rate is 52%. The other side of the loving relationship didn’t come with a guarantee.
Conscious breathing is key to a winning today, tomorrow and next week. Two or three conscious breaths invite aliveness to your perch—recognizing the fresh alive feeling from the inside out rather than just the outside brings sunshine to your arms, feet and dreams allowing you to take on a more positive shape.
Let your entire body become whole by filling your stomach with air—all that delicious invisible stuff races into your blood stream like teenagers who’ve learned their parents are headed out of town for the weekend. In Tae Kwon Do I’ll measure the air by resting my fingers lightly on my black belt. Knowing air is moving through the entire system grants the rest of me to kick, block and punch at a much higher level of performance.
Here in the radio station production studio where things have to be 200% more peaceful…measurements are made through the day with a self driven goal of doing 100 or more pushups. Nothing rocks your body more than using good ole fashioned body versus mass approaches your PE teacher assumed you’d perform the rest of your life.
Can’t find the privacy to pull off a set of 10 to 15 pushups? Locate a workplace closet, kitchen area or wash your hands really good and hit the bathroom floor. I got caught busting out 25 last week, horribly embarrassed by a personal effort to stay in tune and up beat I quickly recovered by offering them the opportunity to do it with me. Make it fun and others will soon join in. I can’t wait until our private gym is 100% complete here at Clear Channel. The walls are up waiting for our staff to step inside and pour some sugar on feeling great.
Maybe that bad day at work really isn’t because your boss is a bonehead. Regain control of your future by feeling alive in the center of your world. This journey doesn’t star Nicolas Cage and won’t be shown to the rest of us in 3-D. It’s time to breathe! Properly!
Getting back to living….steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, October 2, 2009
What a pain!
Anyone who knows me isn’t far from the truth when describing the steps I take as being connected to a total hypochondriac. He bumps his leg its must be broken. He chips a tooth forget calling the dentist; we need the entire Grey’s Anatomy staff.
I grew up in the bitter sweet extremely cold shivers that blanket the Big Sky Country of Montana—your entire life all anyone talks about is how they can feel it in their bones. Everything, including a mouse squeaking six blocks from the closest thing to privacy.
Chronic pain was once thought to be a disease and according to Dr. Norman Marcus the only way a person could make it through a day was to learn how to manage the pain rather than search for its cause.
Isn’t that what most of us do today? The right knee is killing you, the first effort of relief isn’t to buzz someone who’s been trained to recognize as well as help heal such uncomfortable situations but to fight our way through traffic to the nearest Wal-Mart because the giant box store has every pill imaginable fully capable of offering a good nights sleep.
Dr. Marcus believes muscles are the cause of chronic pain, stress being the leading cause or root to all evil. While under the big axe your body reacts…it become tense which totally takes out your surface level protection system leaving your steps forward in a state of, “Oh my God!”
Chronic pain isn’t a disease it’s a barometer of tension. What causes this collision of the senses? Stress, weakness, stiffness, spasms and trigger points—which at Wal-Mart is about hundred bucks of over the counter, unmeasured self serving pills gifting your life and style with about 32.4 ½ seconds of relief.
Dr. Marcus offers these drug free suggestions: Persistent pain always requires medical attention—don’t diagnose yourself. The first rule of thumb is to stop thinking of the pain as being a disease. Stop being afraid of movement, being inactive worsens the pain. The goal is to carry yourself through a normal day of work, love and laughter.
Begin a moderate exercise program. Don’t whip out the martial arts equipment and start banging your legs on a bag or shoving your hard headedness into a thick brick. Begin walking or swimming, take your time while taking in fall time in the Carolinas. Proper shapes of exercise always begin and end with relaxation. Don’t just limber up your legs and arms; get that ego involved as well…meditation is an incredible tool to keep in your exercise plan. The cool thing about it…it doesn’t weigh anything to carry it.
Warning: Dr. Marcus wants you to know your pain by documenting its behavior. If it’s associated with fever, chills, night sweats or headaches that’s a signal of there being something serious. Don’t hit the cheap earth friendly drugs at Wal-Mart call the doctor.
Not so ideal forms of exercise include those highly overpriced straight from a horror flick walking or exercise machines at the gym that shove your body into awkward positions. How about that new abdominal machine seen on late night television that allows your body to be swung to the left, then right, then left—I can’t wait to read the number of backs that are about to be tossed out of place. If you truly want to see what machines physically help the human body…spend a Saturday morning buzzing around the hood sneaking peaks of what’s being sold at garage sales. 90% of the time…if it’s in the driveway, it didn’t do a thing.
Dr. Marcus doesn’t want you to overdo muscle strengthening exercises. Sure the man and woman look great on that powdered drink you just purchased at GNC but nowhere on the label does it explain how they’re sleeping. Beautiful beefed up bodies require nourishment and water…lots of water—what’s the first thing we stop doing when trying to slim down…stop eating and mmmm I love me some power drinks fortified with 27 cups of sugar.
Stair step exercises at the gym in aerobics class or on the machine…they’re mean to your body, mind and spirit. The only mission they serve is to fulfill your love for chronic pain. No pain no gain right? When you have pain you have no reason to continue staying healthy. There are two major areas where people quit martial arts…white belt because it’s a different workout and green belt because at that level its beginning to affect your deeper muscles and tissues and boy howdy it messes with your mind and drive because working out is supposed to be fun not shaping the thought process of a having a winning attitude and spirit.
I know…lets get a treadmill! No way says Dr. Marcus! Its carpal tunnel of the legs—repetitive motion at the same pace beats the ba-jee-bees out of your day.
Walk outdoors; allow your mind to pass gas. Get natural and get yourself free by letting your body take its time rather than rushing. If your system of training flat out needs a bike and its snowing in October do the next best thing…a stationary bike is brilliant for your system. Cross country machines are another incredible step in the right direction. If done at a slow pace in the beginning with the idea of working your way to a longer period of time.
I have no problem talking to the pain in my knees, “Dude I’m not in the mood for you today.” Sometimes it listens and other days it’s ready to fight. Is it the shoes you wear? Be careful when you go there, mall stores live off spiffs and can’t wait to get your stinky toes in a nice pair of really expensive canvas. They've got money for Christmas and you ache horribly. Which is why I love martial arts…no shoes, no fancy space alien machines or weights I can barely lift…just 2,000 years of history that works no matter how bad the economy is.
I better stop writing…I’m becoming a chronic pain in your ***
Getting back to living…steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
I grew up in the bitter sweet extremely cold shivers that blanket the Big Sky Country of Montana—your entire life all anyone talks about is how they can feel it in their bones. Everything, including a mouse squeaking six blocks from the closest thing to privacy.
Chronic pain was once thought to be a disease and according to Dr. Norman Marcus the only way a person could make it through a day was to learn how to manage the pain rather than search for its cause.
Isn’t that what most of us do today? The right knee is killing you, the first effort of relief isn’t to buzz someone who’s been trained to recognize as well as help heal such uncomfortable situations but to fight our way through traffic to the nearest Wal-Mart because the giant box store has every pill imaginable fully capable of offering a good nights sleep.
Dr. Marcus believes muscles are the cause of chronic pain, stress being the leading cause or root to all evil. While under the big axe your body reacts…it become tense which totally takes out your surface level protection system leaving your steps forward in a state of, “Oh my God!”
Chronic pain isn’t a disease it’s a barometer of tension. What causes this collision of the senses? Stress, weakness, stiffness, spasms and trigger points—which at Wal-Mart is about hundred bucks of over the counter, unmeasured self serving pills gifting your life and style with about 32.4 ½ seconds of relief.
Dr. Marcus offers these drug free suggestions: Persistent pain always requires medical attention—don’t diagnose yourself. The first rule of thumb is to stop thinking of the pain as being a disease. Stop being afraid of movement, being inactive worsens the pain. The goal is to carry yourself through a normal day of work, love and laughter.
Begin a moderate exercise program. Don’t whip out the martial arts equipment and start banging your legs on a bag or shoving your hard headedness into a thick brick. Begin walking or swimming, take your time while taking in fall time in the Carolinas. Proper shapes of exercise always begin and end with relaxation. Don’t just limber up your legs and arms; get that ego involved as well…meditation is an incredible tool to keep in your exercise plan. The cool thing about it…it doesn’t weigh anything to carry it.
Warning: Dr. Marcus wants you to know your pain by documenting its behavior. If it’s associated with fever, chills, night sweats or headaches that’s a signal of there being something serious. Don’t hit the cheap earth friendly drugs at Wal-Mart call the doctor.
Not so ideal forms of exercise include those highly overpriced straight from a horror flick walking or exercise machines at the gym that shove your body into awkward positions. How about that new abdominal machine seen on late night television that allows your body to be swung to the left, then right, then left—I can’t wait to read the number of backs that are about to be tossed out of place. If you truly want to see what machines physically help the human body…spend a Saturday morning buzzing around the hood sneaking peaks of what’s being sold at garage sales. 90% of the time…if it’s in the driveway, it didn’t do a thing.
Dr. Marcus doesn’t want you to overdo muscle strengthening exercises. Sure the man and woman look great on that powdered drink you just purchased at GNC but nowhere on the label does it explain how they’re sleeping. Beautiful beefed up bodies require nourishment and water…lots of water—what’s the first thing we stop doing when trying to slim down…stop eating and mmmm I love me some power drinks fortified with 27 cups of sugar.
Stair step exercises at the gym in aerobics class or on the machine…they’re mean to your body, mind and spirit. The only mission they serve is to fulfill your love for chronic pain. No pain no gain right? When you have pain you have no reason to continue staying healthy. There are two major areas where people quit martial arts…white belt because it’s a different workout and green belt because at that level its beginning to affect your deeper muscles and tissues and boy howdy it messes with your mind and drive because working out is supposed to be fun not shaping the thought process of a having a winning attitude and spirit.
I know…lets get a treadmill! No way says Dr. Marcus! Its carpal tunnel of the legs—repetitive motion at the same pace beats the ba-jee-bees out of your day.
Walk outdoors; allow your mind to pass gas. Get natural and get yourself free by letting your body take its time rather than rushing. If your system of training flat out needs a bike and its snowing in October do the next best thing…a stationary bike is brilliant for your system. Cross country machines are another incredible step in the right direction. If done at a slow pace in the beginning with the idea of working your way to a longer period of time.
I have no problem talking to the pain in my knees, “Dude I’m not in the mood for you today.” Sometimes it listens and other days it’s ready to fight. Is it the shoes you wear? Be careful when you go there, mall stores live off spiffs and can’t wait to get your stinky toes in a nice pair of really expensive canvas. They've got money for Christmas and you ache horribly. Which is why I love martial arts…no shoes, no fancy space alien machines or weights I can barely lift…just 2,000 years of history that works no matter how bad the economy is.
I better stop writing…I’m becoming a chronic pain in your ***
Getting back to living…steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Start! Stop! Start! Stop! You quit...
Intern Curtis returned to the pages of study early yesterday—he travels to our studio from Asheville to do nothing more than learn the fine art of conversation. That sort of dedication, loyalty and determination seems to inspire the thirty plus year veteran within the sips of the cups of water I devour every hour.
Thumb through old notes and blogs and you’ll quickly take note of the number of times Mr. Curtis has been brought to your attention. He’s the intern I played tough love with during a bout of not physically understanding what it is radio people do on and off stage and behind the scenes. What seems digestible to most proved to be horridly mind boggling to the continued dreams of the mountain man whose vow is to become a performer on this place music and politics get so much attention.
Remaining focused on the situation at hand then not holding true to the lessons shared is what made me think he wasn’t hungry enough to build his fortress on the land that for the moment carries my team—after an unrehearsed speech of what’s required to play this game, we agreed that it was time for him to leave. Please come back when you’re hungry…extremely hungry for something other than a place to hangout like a teen.
Curtis wasted no time to locate that hidden vibe—studying the art of what it is we do, he set sail on an ocean where getting a job is chased down by 3,000 others trying to make the same accomplishment. Ignoring the odds by putting focus on completion he’s made his way back to the stage by way of proving just how hungry his soul can be.
Focus on completion…
Within the limits to which we place ourselves on a daily if not hourly basis, the idea of just getting done with a current project energizes the warmth of a good days work. After which you’re left with a pain in your gut wondering why you no longer feel the origin of your dreams. Cold, empty, lack of spirit and drive, no need to climb anymore because starting over at your age means you’ll probably quit before being recognized by the masses that’ve already climbed a ladder thought to be made of success.
It’s human to lose focus on what’s important. We get caught up in the organization of a project, the task list and timeline teamed up with those required to put air under our wings only to learn the attention required to maintain a visual is ripped from the core of our built in systems leaving what could’ve been in a pile of everything else we’ve done along the way.
Focus on completion…
Each day Author Leo Babauta aligns his life and style in the way of moving all objects involved in a project forward by way of completion. Setting aside distractions is horribly difficult. That’s why you never catch Arroe leaving the building for lunch—it takes too long to catch back up. I don’t expect people to understand the process, they aren’t me, so the main focus is constantly set on completing rather than competing.
The act of completion requires three main objectives: Have an outcome—anyone who writes, designs, paints or prints has learned through the school of hard knocks to recognize the sketches delivered when a project is complete. How do teachers, grocery store managers, city bus drivers and airline pilots fit within the realms of completion? Gaining access to what writers call the beginning middle and end opens the door to completion.
My most recent book was delivered much differently than most novels of get better writings presented in pages past. This time around I’d write to write—just get it out, drain the brain and spell out the purpose of there being a bunch of words sitting in front of me. Do not edit…period. You can’t be everything to all things begging to be heard unless you’re physically willing to convince yourself to do it one personality and or project at a time.
Move from projects to tasks—an idea is a project; there is no reality unless you create a task. Figure out the plans required to take what you see and turn into something others can touch. Tasks are not goals…tasks are tools that build unforgettable skyscrapers.
Each day, move a single task into the bracket called completion. No new sun shall rise without your efforts of taking three tasks and giving them life. One of them should be completed by days end. The human mind is creatively and constantly inspired by the movement of water…become what I call the Kooshatay Ookooshstah: the creative flow.
Never forget to reassess your progress. Managers are brilliant at telling employees when they’re not doing well because those on the upper level take the time to reassess. Have you ever sat back and watched a worker bee take over a freshly grown flower? They don’t hang around long enough to gather all the pollen. The momma bee would kick their tail up one side and down the other if she knew how her employees work. Getting sidetracked is human nature but it requires focus…which is what Curtis lacked during the opening efforts of his budding radio career.
To keep on track requires one simple task—ask those eyes constantly looking back in the mirror what its been up to lately and look to see if what you expect from that person is being delivered. Review your layout of ideas while locating strength in the roots that make your trees extremely green during summer droughts.
Curtis hates Liver mush…to quickly grasp his vision of why he wanted to play in radio I invited him to return to Asheville to eat Liver mush for an entire week. On week number two he was to buy three cans and place them in areas where he could constantly see them, the bathroom, kitchen and in the car…because he hated the taste of Liver mush so bad, it would serve as a reminder…if you’re going to get into this business called radio, hunger for success is an everyday occurrence…without that hunger you’ll be living off Liver mush.
Completion is like making a choice…you either win or you walk away saying, “I used to be or I wanted to be. I HATE being me!” Too much time is wasted on projects that look like a quick and easy way to make money—no matter how rich and famous you become, in the end it’s nothing more than an object others will fight over and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Get back to living…steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thumb through old notes and blogs and you’ll quickly take note of the number of times Mr. Curtis has been brought to your attention. He’s the intern I played tough love with during a bout of not physically understanding what it is radio people do on and off stage and behind the scenes. What seems digestible to most proved to be horridly mind boggling to the continued dreams of the mountain man whose vow is to become a performer on this place music and politics get so much attention.
Remaining focused on the situation at hand then not holding true to the lessons shared is what made me think he wasn’t hungry enough to build his fortress on the land that for the moment carries my team—after an unrehearsed speech of what’s required to play this game, we agreed that it was time for him to leave. Please come back when you’re hungry…extremely hungry for something other than a place to hangout like a teen.
Curtis wasted no time to locate that hidden vibe—studying the art of what it is we do, he set sail on an ocean where getting a job is chased down by 3,000 others trying to make the same accomplishment. Ignoring the odds by putting focus on completion he’s made his way back to the stage by way of proving just how hungry his soul can be.
Focus on completion…
Within the limits to which we place ourselves on a daily if not hourly basis, the idea of just getting done with a current project energizes the warmth of a good days work. After which you’re left with a pain in your gut wondering why you no longer feel the origin of your dreams. Cold, empty, lack of spirit and drive, no need to climb anymore because starting over at your age means you’ll probably quit before being recognized by the masses that’ve already climbed a ladder thought to be made of success.
It’s human to lose focus on what’s important. We get caught up in the organization of a project, the task list and timeline teamed up with those required to put air under our wings only to learn the attention required to maintain a visual is ripped from the core of our built in systems leaving what could’ve been in a pile of everything else we’ve done along the way.
Focus on completion…
Each day Author Leo Babauta aligns his life and style in the way of moving all objects involved in a project forward by way of completion. Setting aside distractions is horribly difficult. That’s why you never catch Arroe leaving the building for lunch—it takes too long to catch back up. I don’t expect people to understand the process, they aren’t me, so the main focus is constantly set on completing rather than competing.
The act of completion requires three main objectives: Have an outcome—anyone who writes, designs, paints or prints has learned through the school of hard knocks to recognize the sketches delivered when a project is complete. How do teachers, grocery store managers, city bus drivers and airline pilots fit within the realms of completion? Gaining access to what writers call the beginning middle and end opens the door to completion.
My most recent book was delivered much differently than most novels of get better writings presented in pages past. This time around I’d write to write—just get it out, drain the brain and spell out the purpose of there being a bunch of words sitting in front of me. Do not edit…period. You can’t be everything to all things begging to be heard unless you’re physically willing to convince yourself to do it one personality and or project at a time.
Move from projects to tasks—an idea is a project; there is no reality unless you create a task. Figure out the plans required to take what you see and turn into something others can touch. Tasks are not goals…tasks are tools that build unforgettable skyscrapers.
Each day, move a single task into the bracket called completion. No new sun shall rise without your efforts of taking three tasks and giving them life. One of them should be completed by days end. The human mind is creatively and constantly inspired by the movement of water…become what I call the Kooshatay Ookooshstah: the creative flow.
Never forget to reassess your progress. Managers are brilliant at telling employees when they’re not doing well because those on the upper level take the time to reassess. Have you ever sat back and watched a worker bee take over a freshly grown flower? They don’t hang around long enough to gather all the pollen. The momma bee would kick their tail up one side and down the other if she knew how her employees work. Getting sidetracked is human nature but it requires focus…which is what Curtis lacked during the opening efforts of his budding radio career.
To keep on track requires one simple task—ask those eyes constantly looking back in the mirror what its been up to lately and look to see if what you expect from that person is being delivered. Review your layout of ideas while locating strength in the roots that make your trees extremely green during summer droughts.
Curtis hates Liver mush…to quickly grasp his vision of why he wanted to play in radio I invited him to return to Asheville to eat Liver mush for an entire week. On week number two he was to buy three cans and place them in areas where he could constantly see them, the bathroom, kitchen and in the car…because he hated the taste of Liver mush so bad, it would serve as a reminder…if you’re going to get into this business called radio, hunger for success is an everyday occurrence…without that hunger you’ll be living off Liver mush.
Completion is like making a choice…you either win or you walk away saying, “I used to be or I wanted to be. I HATE being me!” Too much time is wasted on projects that look like a quick and easy way to make money—no matter how rich and famous you become, in the end it’s nothing more than an object others will fight over and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Get back to living…steal my art.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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