If you sat five hundred big, small, smart, not so keen, funny and quite serious people side by side with their hands and feet straight out, that still wouldn’t be enough fingers and toes to count the number of times I’ve heard, “You made it to the hospital’s emergency room on time because of a tremendously large and trusting connection of communication you have with your body.”
Stop! Do you really think the inner core of the bodies shell physically talks with the constantly shedding layers of skin created to move in any direction? Can the human mind truly create a path that leads his or her journey through a forest of bewilderment that in the end unveils the decoding of a secret language only your body is capable of speaking?
Someone grab the fishing hooks…I’m about to open a major league can of worms. Please get Rick Flair and Hulk Hogan on the line because our link to think openly is going to bring brash optimistic pessimism to the playing field of everyday performance.
In the past five weeks I’ve been challenged to dig into the realms of the might have beens versus the should’ve beens, taking on the not going to happen agains. From “B” thumpers to spiritualists, martial artists to common voices with a common background observing from safe distant horizons, the vision quest has been, “What exactly happened and why?”
Master Todd Harris from Martial Arts University introduces his students to meditation and its incredible power at an extremely early part of our studies. You can’t pull power or Chi energy from the chapters within to shatter the mountains that keep us from being stronger without a firm conversation with the body that brought us there. Through his measures of sharing you learn to pull toward you Chi to benefit not only yourself but others involved in the circles you keep. If something wasn’t right…another martial arts student should have been able to feel my Chi energy had become broken. Did it occur? Yes…instructors Tucker and Sigal were adamant in pushing me away from class that evening without ever asking if something wrong.
Dr. Martin Rush puts a medical spin on the body’s communication skills.
We all have aches and pains, coughs and sniffles, happiness and sadness. It’s safe to say most of us feel negative vibrations more than anything. One reason why is because it’s the link you share with that inner energy source which has locked onto a method of repressing emotions. When you elect to stuff all you feel into a noggin balancing act on your shoulders, the communication sent evolves into a physical act and or signal—interestingly enough, too many of us hold in it, learning newer ways each day to ignore it.
How does one learn to decode their body’s constant gibby gab?
Put focus on the stresses that took your day into the pits—from the pressure and presense created when the illness was born. Being upset completely takes out your body’s decision to work properly. How long would your car last if you took a hammer and bashed the radiator with a giant hammer every morning before you started it?
According to Dr. Rush, documenting your personal behaviors and how you act and react around the house to your job helps you identify areas that bring you to your knees. Sure, you could spend hundreds of dollars on psychotherapists aiming to cool off your past or you could become a little nicer to the self you are and take a pen and write about it first. Give that dark side a voice. This way when you do visit the therapist, you’ve got a path already started.
Cold hands and feet with numbness in between signal your nervous system has come under attack. Your arteries are contracting which reduces blood from hitting the areas requiring its services. Dr. Rush rushes in with a reason and or purpose—people who are reluctant to reach out for their personal desires are completely destroying their body’s willingness to seek out what it needs. Your body is convinced that you are giving everything away…so it decides to do the same.
People with sore throats…total tension warfare. The doctor constantly tells his patience how to rid the ailment of soreness by giving your body what its craving: reassurance, comfort and love. Sadly, there are mega amounts of us who associate these needs to food. Oh oh, when we’re a pint low on love, it becomes our natural path to slam yummy’s through that open door. Try locating some personal love by reading a book or drawing pictures...locate something your inner self loves.
When you’re feeling hurt, tell your body, “Yo dude…um I’m not feeling the love today.” By talking to yourself first, it helps to build your confidence in the way of looking at a boss or coworker and asking them to stop trying to rebuild the pyramids with only your energy source.
Lower back pain….mental stress is nothing more than the weight of the world. When your heart, mind and day are overburdened with too much blah blah blah, you’re going to get hit in the lower back. You can try to exercise it out as much as you want…stretch, stretch stretch…it’s not going to help heal what’s taking the air out of your lungs. Meditation is a brilliant way to open the breathing patterns required to keep your lungs open for all hits. Fifteen minutes of you time will quickly change the way you shrug your shoulders.
How you look, feel, talk, share and build upon…it affects the trail to which you keep minute by minute, week by week and eventually long and deep into the unwritten books we keep. How we’re physically capable of keeping friends for more than two years is beyond my mental effort. No wonder the divorce rate ranks in there at 51%. It’s become our nearby destination to unload on those we love the most and eventually they too run dry through their levels of sickness which you might be creating.
Dr. Rush has no problem saying you don’t need to break bread with a therapist and or minister but be gentle with friends and family. Wearing out the welcome mat could land you face first in a puddle of mud with no frogs or lizards to communicate with. It starts with you talking to you. If you ain’t got you…then you aint go nobody. Those who are codependent are so because they’re not happy with the self they are.
Communicate with your body. You’re going to discover someone in there that knows everything about you and is far from being a control freak. Trust me, outside of your mother…you’ll never meet another person than you who knows every secret to every dream which could be the missing needle in a haystack you’ve heard about but never located because that person inside left your side the moment you discovered how addicting another human can be…until you need them.
Oh…the “B” thumpers believed my being in the right place at the right time that very interesting night in July 2009 means God has a bigger plan for me. Guess where that journey begins…inside me. I’d invite you over for a cup of coffee but the furniture my inner self has is totally Brady Bunch 1970’s.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Stop getting drunk on failure!
I love purchasing books filled with single quotes followed by a blank page; it gives your imagination permission to dance. Like a great peace of music presented in part by Lennon and McCartney, Jagger and Richards—the heart dips while the soul swings.
A friend e-mailed this quote: The world is run by those who show up.
You can spend all day staring at each letter formation and come up with a thousand stories linked to its rhyme and reason. From something as simple as the early bird gets the worm to being in the right place at the right time.
Take six steps back from your place in business and pay close attention to the minor details—who and what is getting to the core of the energy source before you? Bill Gates didn’t steal computer building from Apple, visualized was an open door that enabled the student to participate with an idea he didn’t set aside. And now Google thinks they’ve been blessed by the magic of digital genius to surpass what Microsoft has been planting in our fields for nearly three decades.
Life is something you beg, borrow and steal. Wallowing in heavy amounts of success isn’t a guarantee, its fantasy. The most recent $250 million dollar Power Ball winner from South Carolina didn’t start his day racing to the nearest seller to pump bucks into a trunk. He spent four dollars and got $249,999,996 back.
The world is run by those who show up.
Is what we do nothing more than a single avenue of fate? Hardly—Native American’s believe fate is the act of living when you decide to stop walking and whatever lands in front of you becomes your fate. By eliminating your connection to fate, the process of being becomes something you’re capable of controlling.
That doesn’t mean if you run out and purchase Guitar Hero you’re going to become the next Eddie Van Halen. Nor will purchasing a great pair of Bose ear phones and learning how to talk like a radio disc jockey garner you a safe place of performance.
Suddenly hearing someone type into the face of a computer that the world is run by those who show up takes a twist at the light and goes three blocks down a shady street. You’ve spent ten to thirty years fine tuning a craft with nothing more to hold than the scent of a pink slip inching its way toward your horizon.
I produced commercials with a preacher man the other day—he’s been sharing the word for over twenty years—a calm tone in his voice, neatly dressed and quite responsive to taking direction and yet I wondered if he knew who is audience was. Had he ever met the vocal tones of a one time lost sheep that had made its way back to a gentler field of grass and fresh water to dine on day and night?
No matter how many Sunday’s appear on a calendar the act of showing up is part of the commitment required when putting people first.
Benjamin Franklyn and Thomas Edison are this nation’s most creative inventors. Michael Jackson, Madonna and Elvis Presley are by far the genius’s of their sport. Simon Cowell was nobody until the world tapped into American Idol. From its triumph Ryan Seacrest was recently inked to a $48 million dollar long term contract. Paula Abdul played the same game and didn’t get what she demanded—which makes a common man with a common background wonder about such quotes: The world is run by those who show up.
A radio disc jockey talked about yesterday’s increase in the Stock Market as being a positive to hold. It’s the eighth day in a row that investors showed up to play a good game of risk and demand. Although we’re miles off the mark of where our highest peak once looked out over valleys of depression, the educated point the jock made was nothing more than the spirit of something optimistic to call your own during these continuing doubtful times of confidence biting the big one.
American’s put ample amounts of energy, money and faith in capitalizing a reason for moving forward without stopping to ask if there’s a reason why you show up daily. Seriously, your boss and spouse aren’t looking…when was the last time you showed up for your self? How can you expect to manage the world you keep if being there means nothing?
“Honey I’m home!” You shout while patting the dog twice on the head, smile a somewhat cool smile while the kids walk by, fade into the mail you’d rather toss away, click on the HDTV and lose total contact with reality only to be shaken from it at dinner time which you’ll totally forget ten minutes after it was devoured. Chinese food is quite filling; it’s you who feels hungry when you get home because there’s nothing more important than complaining.
In Quinton Tarantino’s new movie The Inglorious Basterds the detective speaks of rats as being something we as a human race fear—they are dirty, nasty and carry disease and yet a squirrel is accepted. They’re both rodents.
The quote: The world is run by those who show up is no different. You either see or feel inspiration and possibility or reason to quickly turn and make a face, spending the rest of your day or evening worried about something you could control but decided months ago that locating a new career was a challenge you didn’t seek because it was too late in the game.
Mother America has tripped and having a tough time getting back up—while the security company pumps their professionalism into the communication device wrapped around her neck, “Who do you want me to call Mrs. America?” Reports show millions are without effort to walk around the situation and pick themselves back up. This is not the fault of our people…it’s the process those before us created and gave away…and now there’s no money. We victims of the infamous hand me down.
Baseball great Barry Bonds showed up for the game everyday…the books now say he’s the worlds best homerun king, but there’s nothing planted on those pages that accuse him of cheating.
What will you’re history sing? Those controling the world show up everyday.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
A friend e-mailed this quote: The world is run by those who show up.
You can spend all day staring at each letter formation and come up with a thousand stories linked to its rhyme and reason. From something as simple as the early bird gets the worm to being in the right place at the right time.
Take six steps back from your place in business and pay close attention to the minor details—who and what is getting to the core of the energy source before you? Bill Gates didn’t steal computer building from Apple, visualized was an open door that enabled the student to participate with an idea he didn’t set aside. And now Google thinks they’ve been blessed by the magic of digital genius to surpass what Microsoft has been planting in our fields for nearly three decades.
Life is something you beg, borrow and steal. Wallowing in heavy amounts of success isn’t a guarantee, its fantasy. The most recent $250 million dollar Power Ball winner from South Carolina didn’t start his day racing to the nearest seller to pump bucks into a trunk. He spent four dollars and got $249,999,996 back.
The world is run by those who show up.
Is what we do nothing more than a single avenue of fate? Hardly—Native American’s believe fate is the act of living when you decide to stop walking and whatever lands in front of you becomes your fate. By eliminating your connection to fate, the process of being becomes something you’re capable of controlling.
That doesn’t mean if you run out and purchase Guitar Hero you’re going to become the next Eddie Van Halen. Nor will purchasing a great pair of Bose ear phones and learning how to talk like a radio disc jockey garner you a safe place of performance.
Suddenly hearing someone type into the face of a computer that the world is run by those who show up takes a twist at the light and goes three blocks down a shady street. You’ve spent ten to thirty years fine tuning a craft with nothing more to hold than the scent of a pink slip inching its way toward your horizon.
I produced commercials with a preacher man the other day—he’s been sharing the word for over twenty years—a calm tone in his voice, neatly dressed and quite responsive to taking direction and yet I wondered if he knew who is audience was. Had he ever met the vocal tones of a one time lost sheep that had made its way back to a gentler field of grass and fresh water to dine on day and night?
No matter how many Sunday’s appear on a calendar the act of showing up is part of the commitment required when putting people first.
Benjamin Franklyn and Thomas Edison are this nation’s most creative inventors. Michael Jackson, Madonna and Elvis Presley are by far the genius’s of their sport. Simon Cowell was nobody until the world tapped into American Idol. From its triumph Ryan Seacrest was recently inked to a $48 million dollar long term contract. Paula Abdul played the same game and didn’t get what she demanded—which makes a common man with a common background wonder about such quotes: The world is run by those who show up.
A radio disc jockey talked about yesterday’s increase in the Stock Market as being a positive to hold. It’s the eighth day in a row that investors showed up to play a good game of risk and demand. Although we’re miles off the mark of where our highest peak once looked out over valleys of depression, the educated point the jock made was nothing more than the spirit of something optimistic to call your own during these continuing doubtful times of confidence biting the big one.
American’s put ample amounts of energy, money and faith in capitalizing a reason for moving forward without stopping to ask if there’s a reason why you show up daily. Seriously, your boss and spouse aren’t looking…when was the last time you showed up for your self? How can you expect to manage the world you keep if being there means nothing?
“Honey I’m home!” You shout while patting the dog twice on the head, smile a somewhat cool smile while the kids walk by, fade into the mail you’d rather toss away, click on the HDTV and lose total contact with reality only to be shaken from it at dinner time which you’ll totally forget ten minutes after it was devoured. Chinese food is quite filling; it’s you who feels hungry when you get home because there’s nothing more important than complaining.
In Quinton Tarantino’s new movie The Inglorious Basterds the detective speaks of rats as being something we as a human race fear—they are dirty, nasty and carry disease and yet a squirrel is accepted. They’re both rodents.
The quote: The world is run by those who show up is no different. You either see or feel inspiration and possibility or reason to quickly turn and make a face, spending the rest of your day or evening worried about something you could control but decided months ago that locating a new career was a challenge you didn’t seek because it was too late in the game.
Mother America has tripped and having a tough time getting back up—while the security company pumps their professionalism into the communication device wrapped around her neck, “Who do you want me to call Mrs. America?” Reports show millions are without effort to walk around the situation and pick themselves back up. This is not the fault of our people…it’s the process those before us created and gave away…and now there’s no money. We victims of the infamous hand me down.
Baseball great Barry Bonds showed up for the game everyday…the books now say he’s the worlds best homerun king, but there’s nothing planted on those pages that accuse him of cheating.
What will you’re history sing? Those controling the world show up everyday.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Mastering the art of control....
Publicly speaking in front of large or small groups is a passion—I haven’t a clue where it’s roots originate because nobody in my family exceeds the limits of sharing anything more than, “Yo, hey or wanna start a fight?”
The desire must have been deeply planted well before the June 28th arrival, leaving these hands, feet, eyes and nose physically ready to one day tackle what millions if not billions run from daily…standing up and talking to three or more sets of ears linked to A.D.D. and all other mental medical sicknesses created by way of selling more drugs.
A coworker in the movie biz was recently challenged to shed her shy side and take on over two hundred and fifty anxious Avatar fans—her email read, “Who do you become or think of while standing alone on that extremely large echoing stage?”
Without hesitation, not even a potty break to put thought into what was about to be delivered I typed into the face of the computer, “Him.”
That’s it…nothing more…double click and poof the letters H.I.M. were sitting right in front of her.
Who and what is a “Him?”
Good question! When its time to light up a stage, it’s “Him” who gets me to where I’m going. I’ve preached to massive amounts of future Broadcast professionals, high school adults, teens tossed out by society, hospitals and health care nonprofit organizations about the importance of separating church from state. By giving that side of your life a voice and stage—the journey becomes full circle when realty sets in…whoa this thing called life really isn’t about me.
People who run from the idea of standing in front of others have something in common with two of our greatest singer/songwriters of our time Carly Simon and Bruce Springsteen—fear of the unknown. Stage fright is real. It’ll swipe the air from your lungs faster than a heart attack. You can shove oxygen tubes into your body all day and it’ll never help heal the fears you’ve allowed to conquer the decision of moving forward.
What on earth could you fear?
Uncaring coworkers, friends and family and or comrades on a mission to make a difference whose only choice at a seminar or gathering is to talk amongst themselves while you’re trying to present a message worth holding onto.
Become “Him” or “Her” and when that occurs, fill your tummy full of air and very confidently just shut up. Silence is more than golden…it hurts. Being in radio for thirty years I’ve learned from the extremely best the art of inflection. Not volume but the proper use of putting power behind words that cut through the soul of a nearby rude bystander.
Having fear of the unknown can be eliminated from your stunted growth by learning how to gain control. In martial arts we call it Verbal Tae Kwon Do. With two fingers and a powerful vocal tone I can have you face down flat on the floor begging for your mother. It has nothing to do with my body’s strength but rather the invisible decision to use my vocals to gain access to your weakest point.
Fear of being interrupted by latecomers.
I live by one rule: If I’m two hours early, I’m two hours thirty minutes late. Nothing destroys my path quicker than a reckless fool whose time keeping mannerisms are accepted by the masses, “Oh it’s just Willie Wonka and his Umpa Lumpa’s…they do it all the time.”
Not on your dime.
At all costs do not ever wait for a latecomer—if you do, you are the bigger fool. It makes you look weak and out of control. Professionally close the door and start moving forward. Locking the door is a serious crowd pleaser.
In broadcasting schools I look directly into the student’s eyes and gently say, “I’m glad this isn’t real radio—if I was the overnight man/midnight til 6am and you arrived five to twenty minutes late, you’d never land a performance in anything bigger than Butte, Montana.” I fired an intern recently who felt practicing a morning show started when they arrived not the physical time of the show they’d like to one day do.
Everyday is a brand new stage—performing on it during a national financial crisis means lifting the weight off your back and grasping onto the “Him” or “Her” inside and making them visible for the rest of the world to see.
Give that side of you a voice! Walk into Barnes and Noble and purchase a journal—during your “everyday” take ten minutes to pen out what that inner voice is saying. By giving “Him” or “Her” a private place to perform, it elevates your confidence.
Once Carly Simon and Bruce Springsteen get into the vibe of their first song—all is cool. Getting them to that stage is the journey. Top notch national comedians tell me the act before the act is the most sacred place to walk. It only takes a few seconds to evolve into “Him” or “Her.” Once there, there’s no feeling like it.
Authors who can help give you that inner self a voice include John C Maxwell, Anthony Robbins, Pat Croce, Julia Cameron, Anne Marie Sabath, Dr. Gary Ranker and Dr. Mick Ukleja. Don’t feel like reading a book? Youtube.com is an incredible escape into a brand new world of you becoming a bigger, better and stronger.
Steal their art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
The desire must have been deeply planted well before the June 28th arrival, leaving these hands, feet, eyes and nose physically ready to one day tackle what millions if not billions run from daily…standing up and talking to three or more sets of ears linked to A.D.D. and all other mental medical sicknesses created by way of selling more drugs.
A coworker in the movie biz was recently challenged to shed her shy side and take on over two hundred and fifty anxious Avatar fans—her email read, “Who do you become or think of while standing alone on that extremely large echoing stage?”
Without hesitation, not even a potty break to put thought into what was about to be delivered I typed into the face of the computer, “Him.”
That’s it…nothing more…double click and poof the letters H.I.M. were sitting right in front of her.
Who and what is a “Him?”
Good question! When its time to light up a stage, it’s “Him” who gets me to where I’m going. I’ve preached to massive amounts of future Broadcast professionals, high school adults, teens tossed out by society, hospitals and health care nonprofit organizations about the importance of separating church from state. By giving that side of your life a voice and stage—the journey becomes full circle when realty sets in…whoa this thing called life really isn’t about me.
People who run from the idea of standing in front of others have something in common with two of our greatest singer/songwriters of our time Carly Simon and Bruce Springsteen—fear of the unknown. Stage fright is real. It’ll swipe the air from your lungs faster than a heart attack. You can shove oxygen tubes into your body all day and it’ll never help heal the fears you’ve allowed to conquer the decision of moving forward.
What on earth could you fear?
Uncaring coworkers, friends and family and or comrades on a mission to make a difference whose only choice at a seminar or gathering is to talk amongst themselves while you’re trying to present a message worth holding onto.
Become “Him” or “Her” and when that occurs, fill your tummy full of air and very confidently just shut up. Silence is more than golden…it hurts. Being in radio for thirty years I’ve learned from the extremely best the art of inflection. Not volume but the proper use of putting power behind words that cut through the soul of a nearby rude bystander.
Having fear of the unknown can be eliminated from your stunted growth by learning how to gain control. In martial arts we call it Verbal Tae Kwon Do. With two fingers and a powerful vocal tone I can have you face down flat on the floor begging for your mother. It has nothing to do with my body’s strength but rather the invisible decision to use my vocals to gain access to your weakest point.
Fear of being interrupted by latecomers.
I live by one rule: If I’m two hours early, I’m two hours thirty minutes late. Nothing destroys my path quicker than a reckless fool whose time keeping mannerisms are accepted by the masses, “Oh it’s just Willie Wonka and his Umpa Lumpa’s…they do it all the time.”
Not on your dime.
At all costs do not ever wait for a latecomer—if you do, you are the bigger fool. It makes you look weak and out of control. Professionally close the door and start moving forward. Locking the door is a serious crowd pleaser.
In broadcasting schools I look directly into the student’s eyes and gently say, “I’m glad this isn’t real radio—if I was the overnight man/midnight til 6am and you arrived five to twenty minutes late, you’d never land a performance in anything bigger than Butte, Montana.” I fired an intern recently who felt practicing a morning show started when they arrived not the physical time of the show they’d like to one day do.
Everyday is a brand new stage—performing on it during a national financial crisis means lifting the weight off your back and grasping onto the “Him” or “Her” inside and making them visible for the rest of the world to see.
Give that side of you a voice! Walk into Barnes and Noble and purchase a journal—during your “everyday” take ten minutes to pen out what that inner voice is saying. By giving “Him” or “Her” a private place to perform, it elevates your confidence.
Once Carly Simon and Bruce Springsteen get into the vibe of their first song—all is cool. Getting them to that stage is the journey. Top notch national comedians tell me the act before the act is the most sacred place to walk. It only takes a few seconds to evolve into “Him” or “Her.” Once there, there’s no feeling like it.
Authors who can help give you that inner self a voice include John C Maxwell, Anthony Robbins, Pat Croce, Julia Cameron, Anne Marie Sabath, Dr. Gary Ranker and Dr. Mick Ukleja. Don’t feel like reading a book? Youtube.com is an incredible escape into a brand new world of you becoming a bigger, better and stronger.
Steal their art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Stop putting your goals in the hands of other people who'll never give you credit for it!
Goals…just saying that word makes me feel like I’m back in ninth grade headed straight for the principal’s office. It wasn’t my goal to be stuffed into a front office desk and told to look nowhere but in a book…as a fully energized student with more imagination power than Aqua Man I had an extremely difficult time focusing on a single object.
Most people can’t seem to latch onto something so simple—it requires energy and motivation and when your mind body and soul are blessed with limited supply, no matter how driven you are…the presentation of goal making sounds like a stupid stunt at the circus.
What gives here? How did I ever become a second degree black belt in martial arts? No matter how much money you dump into the Master’s front pocket no belt is automatically wrapped around your waist. It required a goal.
Ouch! There’s that word again!
Todd Harris teaches goal making in the way of exposing not today or tomorrow’s short lived plan but rather long term and distance. As vivid and totally insane as my imagination is and will forever be, focus, energy and motivation are easily located when the horizon becomes my arrival. As a second degree, we are taught to live the life and style of a Master. A lower belt, green, blue and red aren’t supposed to see a black belt ceremony as the final presentation of their personal journey but rather learn to recognize the footwork that’ll lead their studies into a community they can help change.
Leo Babauta who authored The Power of Less invites us to limit ourselves to fewer goals. It opens the door for more things to be achieved.
If winning is a choice, so is choosing a goal. Create a list of ten things you’d be extremely happy to accomplish in the next few years. It’s only natural to think you can take them all on but don’t become a do it all Arroe and learn the method of pick me up again and again. Process your goals one at a time.
If you have desire you’ll have accomplishment. The problem with today’s way of living is based on our impatience. I want it now. I don’t want to wait for it. I deserve this opportunity. Yeah right, if your Grandpa was here right now he’d whap you upside the skull and tell you to get a grip on reality you spoiled snot.
Lou says, “Break it down to sub-goals.”
Locate your goal then put it into smaller circles that can be reached month by month. A jump turning hook kick cannot be perfected unless you’ve nearly mastered the side kick…which you learn as a white belt. Breaking your goals down helps you understand the required steps to achieve them.
I would die a happy man if I could land the Wal-Mart greeter job. I love welcoming people into all walks of life and I see that position as being the most spectacular place to one day end up. But to hold that position I must be fully ready and able to say hello to everyone, including the mean nasty grumpy people who have nothing better to do than hum bug their weekend away. So where do I practice? Movie theaters! I love watching people get excited when they talk about the movie they’re about to see. Learning to listen to them first prepares me for that future gig at Sam’s place.
Weekly goals are essential in the process of staying true to that long term success story. A sub-goal invites you to reach out and touch it, shape it then deliver it. More importantly, given to your efforts is something called ample space…which is all you need to further your knowledge through research at the library or World Wide Web.
Those evil medical officials barked in my face, “You can’t go back to Tae Kwon Do!” Has it stopped me from reaching my long term dream of being named a Master by 50? To get back to the school has forced me to pick up my white belt and wear it again and again. As hard as I try to push my limits beyond sixty full minutes of hard play…the new body given to me can barely make it to through three forms. Can you imagine how ugly I’d feel in front of other students when the old man from the radio can’t pull off the twelve forms he’s spent nearly ten years perfecting?
My sub-goal isn’t to make it to the 12th performance…as stupid as it seems, its my mission to make sure I don’t forget how to do them, even if its one at a time. Each form can range from twenty eight to over 100 moves. I’d rather be the student who can still pull off a white belt Ill Jang than someone who bounces and pounces around like Tigger on Winnie the Pooh.
Daily action is painfully important. Achieving that goal cannot happen unless your steps are pushed closer to that mountain. You’re either going over it, below it, through it, around it or walking away…there’s no other choice. Take it on and make winning the choice.
If you find passion in writing and feel one day you deserve to have a book placed on a Barnes and Noble shelf…go for it…one page at a time. Don’t stop to edit…just get it out of your system. Once free for the world to see, embrace it as a reader, go back and feel your way through each word delivered which will lead you to a professional editor such as www.wendywellswrites.com. Then take it another step and find a Book’s on a Demand printer and master your own marketing plan without having to wait for boo hoo big wig New York City companies. It’s the new millennium baby! You don’t need Corporate America to win in the game of life.
You just need a goal.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Most people can’t seem to latch onto something so simple—it requires energy and motivation and when your mind body and soul are blessed with limited supply, no matter how driven you are…the presentation of goal making sounds like a stupid stunt at the circus.
What gives here? How did I ever become a second degree black belt in martial arts? No matter how much money you dump into the Master’s front pocket no belt is automatically wrapped around your waist. It required a goal.
Ouch! There’s that word again!
Todd Harris teaches goal making in the way of exposing not today or tomorrow’s short lived plan but rather long term and distance. As vivid and totally insane as my imagination is and will forever be, focus, energy and motivation are easily located when the horizon becomes my arrival. As a second degree, we are taught to live the life and style of a Master. A lower belt, green, blue and red aren’t supposed to see a black belt ceremony as the final presentation of their personal journey but rather learn to recognize the footwork that’ll lead their studies into a community they can help change.
Leo Babauta who authored The Power of Less invites us to limit ourselves to fewer goals. It opens the door for more things to be achieved.
If winning is a choice, so is choosing a goal. Create a list of ten things you’d be extremely happy to accomplish in the next few years. It’s only natural to think you can take them all on but don’t become a do it all Arroe and learn the method of pick me up again and again. Process your goals one at a time.
If you have desire you’ll have accomplishment. The problem with today’s way of living is based on our impatience. I want it now. I don’t want to wait for it. I deserve this opportunity. Yeah right, if your Grandpa was here right now he’d whap you upside the skull and tell you to get a grip on reality you spoiled snot.
Lou says, “Break it down to sub-goals.”
Locate your goal then put it into smaller circles that can be reached month by month. A jump turning hook kick cannot be perfected unless you’ve nearly mastered the side kick…which you learn as a white belt. Breaking your goals down helps you understand the required steps to achieve them.
I would die a happy man if I could land the Wal-Mart greeter job. I love welcoming people into all walks of life and I see that position as being the most spectacular place to one day end up. But to hold that position I must be fully ready and able to say hello to everyone, including the mean nasty grumpy people who have nothing better to do than hum bug their weekend away. So where do I practice? Movie theaters! I love watching people get excited when they talk about the movie they’re about to see. Learning to listen to them first prepares me for that future gig at Sam’s place.
Weekly goals are essential in the process of staying true to that long term success story. A sub-goal invites you to reach out and touch it, shape it then deliver it. More importantly, given to your efforts is something called ample space…which is all you need to further your knowledge through research at the library or World Wide Web.
Those evil medical officials barked in my face, “You can’t go back to Tae Kwon Do!” Has it stopped me from reaching my long term dream of being named a Master by 50? To get back to the school has forced me to pick up my white belt and wear it again and again. As hard as I try to push my limits beyond sixty full minutes of hard play…the new body given to me can barely make it to through three forms. Can you imagine how ugly I’d feel in front of other students when the old man from the radio can’t pull off the twelve forms he’s spent nearly ten years perfecting?
My sub-goal isn’t to make it to the 12th performance…as stupid as it seems, its my mission to make sure I don’t forget how to do them, even if its one at a time. Each form can range from twenty eight to over 100 moves. I’d rather be the student who can still pull off a white belt Ill Jang than someone who bounces and pounces around like Tigger on Winnie the Pooh.
Daily action is painfully important. Achieving that goal cannot happen unless your steps are pushed closer to that mountain. You’re either going over it, below it, through it, around it or walking away…there’s no other choice. Take it on and make winning the choice.
If you find passion in writing and feel one day you deserve to have a book placed on a Barnes and Noble shelf…go for it…one page at a time. Don’t stop to edit…just get it out of your system. Once free for the world to see, embrace it as a reader, go back and feel your way through each word delivered which will lead you to a professional editor such as www.wendywellswrites.com. Then take it another step and find a Book’s on a Demand printer and master your own marketing plan without having to wait for boo hoo big wig New York City companies. It’s the new millennium baby! You don’t need Corporate America to win in the game of life.
You just need a goal.
Steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Johnny Appleseed wore a thong...
When the family tree shakes, rattles and rolls before cracking then crumbling to the cold earth below is there a path that explains who, what, why, when and where? Having just a "vague" idea has the power to set your life and style up for needless health problems.
I’m not one of the lucky ones, neither are the pair of sisters I recently discovered after a near forty year search—we’re both connected to a father and family who unexpectedly passed without the certificate calling it natural causes. A medical family tree to me is nothing more than a reason to grow ulcers in the pits of the tummy.
When medical officials sharply questioned the presentation of my most recent body break down the only answer given back was, “I don’t know.”
Jamie who lives half a nation away is no different—those educated in extremely expensive colleges can’t find a link to why her mind, body and soul are screaming MS and having no family tree available to compare notes with makes the journey horribly painful.
With me, there was an attack. We just don’t know why. With Jamie the attack is everyday, every second, every moment and it’s become an endless guessing game creating mountains of fear that are getting more difficult to climb.
We’re not alone—no day passes that families aren’t shattered, its members never seen again. The trails we make easily break leaving barely a whisper to grasp onto when something suddenly starts playing out of tune. With adoption at an all time high, books and records are tossed out to hide the paths of a past we’re no longer part of, the end result of something so beautiful is for some a life of mystery.
My sister in law Gerry is a product of true love but with both adopted parents gone, the presentation of middle aged life has evolved into chapters of horrific changes that no one expected unless there was a family tree. My stepfather Joe didn’t get my history when the name signed on the dotted line made him my father for keeps. He had no clue that my knees would wreak havoc on his bank account at sixteen and seventeen. His personal dreams were severed countless times because one of the five he adopted was constantly having unexpected situations.
All chronic diseases including asthma, arthritis, MS, heart disease and cancer are hereditary components. The only thing I can tell you about my Grandparents is two of the four lived an incredibly full life deep into their eighties and nineties. One the others suffered from Alzheimer’s which I had no clue at seventeen what it was and how it would affect true love. Yet, since those written pages I’ve prepared my entire life for the day when the memory tries to escape…this is why I write before the sun arrives so that one day I can hear the story of a crazy radio fool who thought he could play silly kids game with the idea of winning.
According to The Worlds Greatest Treasury of Health Secrets, the key to gaining invaluable knowledge is making a brief history of ailments that run in the biological family. It’s that single most important part of your life that comes with a seriously cool payoff.
Even if the pages you keep fall within the same magazine as those of us adopted into reality…it’s never too late to take a pen and write down the now visible dots so that people you may never meet have something to link it to in the future. Remember...the adoption was your life, in the future, the children of tomorrow have your current history. Don't hide your struggles from the colors of their unforgettable eyes.
If you’ve ever spent time generating the energy of a genetic family tree on the World Wide Web, don’t just discover your ancient family history who might have been a king in Scotland. Put more effort in the search and see why the members of your past passed.
If you can’t get relatives to talk on the phone, Facebook or e-mail, by God it’s time for a family reunion. A secret covert operation pulls out your playful side allowing there to be peace as the end of this pot of gold.
What about my sister in law who has no idea if her brother or Aunt is her next door neighbor—the existence of a family tree is null and void? It’s time to whip out the Batman gear and call the National Genealogical Society in Arlington, Virginia. www.ngsgenealogy.org
The reason why adopted children stop searching is fear of knowing.
My Grandpa Bakken suffered a fatal heart attack in 1969…Grandma always said it was because he was addicted to his job and didn’t know when to stop. Was that the truth or did he have heart disease and Grandma changed the story to keep life positive? If he had clogged arteries what caused it? Holy cow we’re from Montana, we eat like pigs out West or were his conditions challenged by something different by way of family?
Please don’t let the pieces of a shattered romance put curves in the lifeline firmly imprinted on the palm of your hand. Knowing is power. If not for you then for your children’s children—I’ve spent my entire life wondering why my brother was born mentally challenged…I have nothing on my birth fathers side available to share with me the history. Jamie the newly discovered sister has nothing in the way of explaining why she lives in constant pain with medical officials playing their constant guessing game. We have no tree.
Where along the lines of this football game called life were the genes planted? I don’t what to attack it; I only wish to better understand it…to better prepare for a world that could easily take a left turn at the tracks, go ten miles then suddenly stop.
Memories grow bigger, better and brighter when there's a family tree. Get control of your life and future and create it.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
I’m not one of the lucky ones, neither are the pair of sisters I recently discovered after a near forty year search—we’re both connected to a father and family who unexpectedly passed without the certificate calling it natural causes. A medical family tree to me is nothing more than a reason to grow ulcers in the pits of the tummy.
When medical officials sharply questioned the presentation of my most recent body break down the only answer given back was, “I don’t know.”
Jamie who lives half a nation away is no different—those educated in extremely expensive colleges can’t find a link to why her mind, body and soul are screaming MS and having no family tree available to compare notes with makes the journey horribly painful.
With me, there was an attack. We just don’t know why. With Jamie the attack is everyday, every second, every moment and it’s become an endless guessing game creating mountains of fear that are getting more difficult to climb.
We’re not alone—no day passes that families aren’t shattered, its members never seen again. The trails we make easily break leaving barely a whisper to grasp onto when something suddenly starts playing out of tune. With adoption at an all time high, books and records are tossed out to hide the paths of a past we’re no longer part of, the end result of something so beautiful is for some a life of mystery.
My sister in law Gerry is a product of true love but with both adopted parents gone, the presentation of middle aged life has evolved into chapters of horrific changes that no one expected unless there was a family tree. My stepfather Joe didn’t get my history when the name signed on the dotted line made him my father for keeps. He had no clue that my knees would wreak havoc on his bank account at sixteen and seventeen. His personal dreams were severed countless times because one of the five he adopted was constantly having unexpected situations.
All chronic diseases including asthma, arthritis, MS, heart disease and cancer are hereditary components. The only thing I can tell you about my Grandparents is two of the four lived an incredibly full life deep into their eighties and nineties. One the others suffered from Alzheimer’s which I had no clue at seventeen what it was and how it would affect true love. Yet, since those written pages I’ve prepared my entire life for the day when the memory tries to escape…this is why I write before the sun arrives so that one day I can hear the story of a crazy radio fool who thought he could play silly kids game with the idea of winning.
According to The Worlds Greatest Treasury of Health Secrets, the key to gaining invaluable knowledge is making a brief history of ailments that run in the biological family. It’s that single most important part of your life that comes with a seriously cool payoff.
Even if the pages you keep fall within the same magazine as those of us adopted into reality…it’s never too late to take a pen and write down the now visible dots so that people you may never meet have something to link it to in the future. Remember...the adoption was your life, in the future, the children of tomorrow have your current history. Don't hide your struggles from the colors of their unforgettable eyes.
If you’ve ever spent time generating the energy of a genetic family tree on the World Wide Web, don’t just discover your ancient family history who might have been a king in Scotland. Put more effort in the search and see why the members of your past passed.
If you can’t get relatives to talk on the phone, Facebook or e-mail, by God it’s time for a family reunion. A secret covert operation pulls out your playful side allowing there to be peace as the end of this pot of gold.
What about my sister in law who has no idea if her brother or Aunt is her next door neighbor—the existence of a family tree is null and void? It’s time to whip out the Batman gear and call the National Genealogical Society in Arlington, Virginia. www.ngsgenealogy.org
The reason why adopted children stop searching is fear of knowing.
My Grandpa Bakken suffered a fatal heart attack in 1969…Grandma always said it was because he was addicted to his job and didn’t know when to stop. Was that the truth or did he have heart disease and Grandma changed the story to keep life positive? If he had clogged arteries what caused it? Holy cow we’re from Montana, we eat like pigs out West or were his conditions challenged by something different by way of family?
Please don’t let the pieces of a shattered romance put curves in the lifeline firmly imprinted on the palm of your hand. Knowing is power. If not for you then for your children’s children—I’ve spent my entire life wondering why my brother was born mentally challenged…I have nothing on my birth fathers side available to share with me the history. Jamie the newly discovered sister has nothing in the way of explaining why she lives in constant pain with medical officials playing their constant guessing game. We have no tree.
Where along the lines of this football game called life were the genes planted? I don’t what to attack it; I only wish to better understand it…to better prepare for a world that could easily take a left turn at the tracks, go ten miles then suddenly stop.
Memories grow bigger, better and brighter when there's a family tree. Get control of your life and future and create it.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Monday, August 24, 2009
Being the best is only accepted in sports...
Pet peeves…nobody can be…unless carefully constructed by the jagged edges of a pet peeve. No matter how hard you try to clone your greatness, the shell might look the same but each experience endured during the journey turns the sudden dot on the map into a totally different shape.
Dictionary.com
pet peeve
–noun
a particular and often continual annoyance; personal bugbear: This train service is one of my pet peeves.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Origin:
1915–20, Americanism
My worst pet peeve is a fast food restaurant that makes you pull forward to wait for a grilled chicken sandwich. I called the 800 number on the take out window—the company blatantly said, “It should never happen with us, that’s what makes us different from the clown.”
It’s happened not once but three times, the manager at a different location calmly came to the window this past Saturday and boldly said, “I’m not perfect.”
I don’t blame him…the disappointment is with me for accepting poor customer service. There’s no reason to get angry! Peacefully I politely smiled and asked for my money back.
In the book How to Sell the Invisible, Harry Beckwith writes about how easily we’re swayed as a nation to settle for second and twenty-fifth best. Yet, if our favorite sports team doesn’t pull off a victory somebody calls the cops to help quell the violence. If you purchase a shirt with a hole near the bottom that’s ok because it’s extremely easy to just tuck it in. I can’t tell you how many bad tools I own because I’m too lazy to take the junk back.
Some would say a continuation of bad customer service is the fault of the extremely higher ups at the massively large chain.
Why did we have to go there?
Pet peeve number two…even if upper management is the true bad apple in the bunch, it’s the individuals who constantly place blame on bad leadership without doing anything to help correct their level of performance that spoils the process of performance.
In 2007, Harris Poll research junkies asked American consumers whom do they trust the most. Topping the list were small business managers, followed by the military, medical institutions, the U.S. Supreme Court, public schools, the White House, television news then Wall Street.
James Parker is the front man of Southwest Airlines and whole heartedly believes in the idea that personal interaction with customers is mandatory. He has no problem picking up the trash a customer has dropped on his presentation to the world. His winning attitude is shared with everyone on the team from the luggage handlers to the ticket counter and interestingly enough it earned Southwest a weekly television show that gained them ample amounts of free advertising.
Not every company is or can be like Southwest. Parker openly shares his greatest policy, “Stop dictating a bunch of rules, policies and regulations to your employees. Encourage each person to use their own energy and intelligence to make decisions that help them achieve their mission. Mistakes will be made but accept them.”
Pet peeve number three…earmarking someone whose been tossed to the dogs. Craigs List has been jabbed in the gut with more bad luck then 100 separate businesses combined and they’re still pushing forward as one of the worlds most successful person to person sharing websites.
CEO James Buckner puts faith in his primary goal of making every event a positive difference without trying to maximize their financial performance.”
What you never hear about Craigs List is how brilliant they treat their employees—it’s company policy to create happiness which generates the flow of great things to happen. In James Buckner’s world it’s ok to be quirky, goofy and fun while enjoying flexible hours.
The CEO of Costco James Sinegal answers his personal phone. When a customer decides to stop in and visit with upper management, he makes the walk down the four flights of steps and spends time with the situation.
So what is the true story behind the fast food restaurant that can’t seem to get a grilled chicken sandwich out to their always on the go customer without forcing them to pull forward and waste time waiting? After all, wasn’t it computers and fast food that sped up this nation? While one continues to crash the other can’t seem to keep up. We allow this to happen because the rest of the world has convinced us that being fourth on the list is ok as long as the French fries are steaming.
Did I tell you about the grocery store chain that doesn’t have a bike rack to lock my bike to? How are we supposed to live a green life and style if Big Business isn’t playing along? What happens when the car industry finally punts the ball in the right direction and electric cars become our new way of driving…how long will it take the grocery store chain to give us electricity to make it back home? I guess it doesn’t matter, Spaghetti O’s were buy two can’s get one free.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Dictionary.com
pet peeve
–noun
a particular and often continual annoyance; personal bugbear: This train service is one of my pet peeves.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Origin:
1915–20, Americanism
My worst pet peeve is a fast food restaurant that makes you pull forward to wait for a grilled chicken sandwich. I called the 800 number on the take out window—the company blatantly said, “It should never happen with us, that’s what makes us different from the clown.”
It’s happened not once but three times, the manager at a different location calmly came to the window this past Saturday and boldly said, “I’m not perfect.”
I don’t blame him…the disappointment is with me for accepting poor customer service. There’s no reason to get angry! Peacefully I politely smiled and asked for my money back.
In the book How to Sell the Invisible, Harry Beckwith writes about how easily we’re swayed as a nation to settle for second and twenty-fifth best. Yet, if our favorite sports team doesn’t pull off a victory somebody calls the cops to help quell the violence. If you purchase a shirt with a hole near the bottom that’s ok because it’s extremely easy to just tuck it in. I can’t tell you how many bad tools I own because I’m too lazy to take the junk back.
Some would say a continuation of bad customer service is the fault of the extremely higher ups at the massively large chain.
Why did we have to go there?
Pet peeve number two…even if upper management is the true bad apple in the bunch, it’s the individuals who constantly place blame on bad leadership without doing anything to help correct their level of performance that spoils the process of performance.
In 2007, Harris Poll research junkies asked American consumers whom do they trust the most. Topping the list were small business managers, followed by the military, medical institutions, the U.S. Supreme Court, public schools, the White House, television news then Wall Street.
James Parker is the front man of Southwest Airlines and whole heartedly believes in the idea that personal interaction with customers is mandatory. He has no problem picking up the trash a customer has dropped on his presentation to the world. His winning attitude is shared with everyone on the team from the luggage handlers to the ticket counter and interestingly enough it earned Southwest a weekly television show that gained them ample amounts of free advertising.
Not every company is or can be like Southwest. Parker openly shares his greatest policy, “Stop dictating a bunch of rules, policies and regulations to your employees. Encourage each person to use their own energy and intelligence to make decisions that help them achieve their mission. Mistakes will be made but accept them.”
Pet peeve number three…earmarking someone whose been tossed to the dogs. Craigs List has been jabbed in the gut with more bad luck then 100 separate businesses combined and they’re still pushing forward as one of the worlds most successful person to person sharing websites.
CEO James Buckner puts faith in his primary goal of making every event a positive difference without trying to maximize their financial performance.”
What you never hear about Craigs List is how brilliant they treat their employees—it’s company policy to create happiness which generates the flow of great things to happen. In James Buckner’s world it’s ok to be quirky, goofy and fun while enjoying flexible hours.
The CEO of Costco James Sinegal answers his personal phone. When a customer decides to stop in and visit with upper management, he makes the walk down the four flights of steps and spends time with the situation.
So what is the true story behind the fast food restaurant that can’t seem to get a grilled chicken sandwich out to their always on the go customer without forcing them to pull forward and waste time waiting? After all, wasn’t it computers and fast food that sped up this nation? While one continues to crash the other can’t seem to keep up. We allow this to happen because the rest of the world has convinced us that being fourth on the list is ok as long as the French fries are steaming.
Did I tell you about the grocery store chain that doesn’t have a bike rack to lock my bike to? How are we supposed to live a green life and style if Big Business isn’t playing along? What happens when the car industry finally punts the ball in the right direction and electric cars become our new way of driving…how long will it take the grocery store chain to give us electricity to make it back home? I guess it doesn’t matter, Spaghetti O’s were buy two can’s get one free.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
Friday, August 21, 2009
But doctor my body wants to kick my ass...
As common as the cold so is worrying about constantly getting sick—we worry and worry and worry some more, we worry until the house is blanketed with Lysol jugs rather than cans and the garage is jammed with cases filled with Clorox Handy Wipes…and that’s still not enough protection!
One in ten people suffer from hypochondria. Three out of the four who have the disease turn it into an emotional disorder. Sadly and quite freaky to those who bend the bows of reality to suit the flavor of sickness available to bite into your everyday most doctors and psychologists don’t take hypochondria seriously.
The end result: Those who suffer from the disease do so in silence.
Anyone close to me would think I’m a hypochondriac. Not so! I admit to being in tune with a body that speaks out but I don’t chase down cold remedies unless infected and even then I set the sickness aside for ten days to see if it truly materializes. The family doctor screams at me claiming he could’ve relieved the symptoms of sickness which would allow the body to rest. Did I mention I had bronchitis nine times one winter followed by a slap in the face case of pneumonia?
The most stupid stunt was my most recent sickness where I convinced myself to meditate through the pain. I allowed my self to believe a wall stood in front of me and a second degree black belt in martial arts would walk through that wall. That lasted four days before finally convincing my non-hypochondriac self to seek help.
So what causes hypochondria?
According to the latest edition of The Worlds Greatest Treasury of Health Secrets, a hypochondrium takes place when the human mind interprets symptoms in an unbalanced way. The feelings are very real but the mind exceeds the limits of normal acceptance.
A normal bout of hypochondria begins in your twenties and early thirties then develops into a stronger illness through life’s constantly changing ways and means. Although its more common in women, men are quickly turning their avenues of peace into giant oceans of fear.
Single people are infected the most. Psychologists believe it’s because of the enormous amount of hours they spend in patterns of alone time and solitude encourages an obsession of ones self. I can totally relate with this in the way of how my body was brutally attacked at twenty five when it became a desire to read more books about human emotion and I locked onto a scary release that accused rock music of being the reason why teen suicide was skyrocketing in America.
Being the investigative type I studied the books, the stories and listened to the music that parents were pointing their fingers at. As a broadcaster I needed to know more about the tunes that were being shoved through those speakers. What I ended up doing was clearing just enough forest to plant a serious state of depression that took medical help to free my life and style from...twenty four years later I openly admit I still own the sickness.
Should hypochondriacs seek help? The scientists and physicians who pieced together The Worlds Greatest Treasury of Health Secrets absolutely without a doubt believe it’s mandatory if you answer yes to these four questions:
When you worry about a sickness do you fear you have it?
Do you often ask family and friends to reassure you that you’re not ill?
Are you obsessed with one particular disease?
Do you find yourself doctor shopping going from one doctor to another searching for the diagnosis that best represents how you feel?
There are people who will listen:
The Obsessive Compulsive Foundation
203-401-2070
ocfoundation.org
The NY State Psychiatric Institute
212-543-5000.
nyspi.org
We all suffer from fear, for some it changes everyday if not every hour. At times we can barely go an entire weekend without worrying about how life is affecting our children, dogs, birds, driving and or eating a plate of unhealthy food.
Learn to document your emotions, write down how you feel while creating what I’ve always called a safe zone.
By allowing your mind body and soul to speak freely in places where it’s ok to express, it helps you design a portfolio of words that medical officials can use to help bring peace to your wondering imagination. Without those thoughts, your next doctors visit will pretty much consist of a typical shrug of the shoulders with the same boring response, “I don’t know.”
In the days before my near take down my daily writing pen pointed exactly where the pain was and how it affected the rest of the body. Those notes have aided everybody involved with where to continue rebuilding the body I once owned…now it owns me. It didn’t go ignored in the journals I keep. It was ego that kept me from the doctor—the typical, “I’ll be ok.”
This is the one time I don’t want you to steal my art. I want you here tomorrow and learning to listen to your body and allowing it to have a voice is every reason why you’ll be here next week.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
One in ten people suffer from hypochondria. Three out of the four who have the disease turn it into an emotional disorder. Sadly and quite freaky to those who bend the bows of reality to suit the flavor of sickness available to bite into your everyday most doctors and psychologists don’t take hypochondria seriously.
The end result: Those who suffer from the disease do so in silence.
Anyone close to me would think I’m a hypochondriac. Not so! I admit to being in tune with a body that speaks out but I don’t chase down cold remedies unless infected and even then I set the sickness aside for ten days to see if it truly materializes. The family doctor screams at me claiming he could’ve relieved the symptoms of sickness which would allow the body to rest. Did I mention I had bronchitis nine times one winter followed by a slap in the face case of pneumonia?
The most stupid stunt was my most recent sickness where I convinced myself to meditate through the pain. I allowed my self to believe a wall stood in front of me and a second degree black belt in martial arts would walk through that wall. That lasted four days before finally convincing my non-hypochondriac self to seek help.
So what causes hypochondria?
According to the latest edition of The Worlds Greatest Treasury of Health Secrets, a hypochondrium takes place when the human mind interprets symptoms in an unbalanced way. The feelings are very real but the mind exceeds the limits of normal acceptance.
A normal bout of hypochondria begins in your twenties and early thirties then develops into a stronger illness through life’s constantly changing ways and means. Although its more common in women, men are quickly turning their avenues of peace into giant oceans of fear.
Single people are infected the most. Psychologists believe it’s because of the enormous amount of hours they spend in patterns of alone time and solitude encourages an obsession of ones self. I can totally relate with this in the way of how my body was brutally attacked at twenty five when it became a desire to read more books about human emotion and I locked onto a scary release that accused rock music of being the reason why teen suicide was skyrocketing in America.
Being the investigative type I studied the books, the stories and listened to the music that parents were pointing their fingers at. As a broadcaster I needed to know more about the tunes that were being shoved through those speakers. What I ended up doing was clearing just enough forest to plant a serious state of depression that took medical help to free my life and style from...twenty four years later I openly admit I still own the sickness.
Should hypochondriacs seek help? The scientists and physicians who pieced together The Worlds Greatest Treasury of Health Secrets absolutely without a doubt believe it’s mandatory if you answer yes to these four questions:
When you worry about a sickness do you fear you have it?
Do you often ask family and friends to reassure you that you’re not ill?
Are you obsessed with one particular disease?
Do you find yourself doctor shopping going from one doctor to another searching for the diagnosis that best represents how you feel?
There are people who will listen:
The Obsessive Compulsive Foundation
203-401-2070
ocfoundation.org
The NY State Psychiatric Institute
212-543-5000.
nyspi.org
We all suffer from fear, for some it changes everyday if not every hour. At times we can barely go an entire weekend without worrying about how life is affecting our children, dogs, birds, driving and or eating a plate of unhealthy food.
Learn to document your emotions, write down how you feel while creating what I’ve always called a safe zone.
By allowing your mind body and soul to speak freely in places where it’s ok to express, it helps you design a portfolio of words that medical officials can use to help bring peace to your wondering imagination. Without those thoughts, your next doctors visit will pretty much consist of a typical shrug of the shoulders with the same boring response, “I don’t know.”
In the days before my near take down my daily writing pen pointed exactly where the pain was and how it affected the rest of the body. Those notes have aided everybody involved with where to continue rebuilding the body I once owned…now it owns me. It didn’t go ignored in the journals I keep. It was ego that kept me from the doctor—the typical, “I’ll be ok.”
This is the one time I don’t want you to steal my art. I want you here tomorrow and learning to listen to your body and allowing it to have a voice is every reason why you’ll be here next week.
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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