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"The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear." ~ Ram Dass A clear mind is one of the most beautiful things you can have. A clear mind means there is no more tumult in your mind and clarity is the result of an aware control of your thoughts. In general there are two understandings of clarity.
Do you have any friends who complain nonstop about their jobs, but never do anything to improve their situation? I used to be one of those people. I dreamed about starting my own company…wouldn’t it be great if I was my own boss? I could live the way I wanted! Create value for the world!... But NO… The thought of doing it made me nervous. And so for years, I didn’t even try… I hoped and dreamed, but did nothing. I was failing at what I knew was my life’s mission. Until one day, when I learned one simple, outrageously-effective step that changed my life and propelled me on a path of self-employment and entrepreneurship success.
I hated basketball in high school. My friend Dave and I would make sure we were on opposite teams in gym class. Because we loved to compete against each other? Nope. We wanted to guard each other so well that nobody would ever throw the ball to us! It was really more like hiding than guarding. That was our plan, and it worked well. Dave and I rarely tried to catch the ball and never took a shot.
We all know the saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. Usually it is said to us by a well meaning friend when we are at the end our rope and it is supposed to make us feel better. Sometimes maybe it works and sometimes we may just want to roll our eyes and pull the covers back over our heads. Well, I can tell you that one of the most trying times of my life was going through my divorce about eight years ago. There were tears, threats, the silent treatment, and a huge amount of stress and anxiety.
“I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.” - Gene Tierney Have you ever been inside a prison? Have you ever felt the anxiety of doors clanging shut behind you? Even as a regular visitor into prisons I often feel the anxiety and claustrophobia. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be an inmate…
Mrs Matthews was my favourite school teacher. She was a short, buxom woman with a really kind disposition and smiley brown eyes. I loved being in her class and tried so hard to do well on my assignments for her. But during the year Mrs Matthews was my teacher, my best friend moved away and I started hanging out with a whole new crowd of friends. Close by to our school was a large vacant plot of land with a creek running through it. Local neighbourhood kids had built dirt bike tracks through it and a makeshift flying fox swing across the river. During lunchtime, my new friends and I would take off to “The Creek”, as we called it, to hang out. Of course, leaving school grounds during school hours was forbidden so it was exciting to sneak away. But one day, we returned late, after the class bell had rang, and as we stood deciding if we should go in or skip class altogether, the Principal drove by and caught us.