Breaking Better

November 18, 2013

Breaking Better

Breaking Better

Greetings, fellow trudgers on “the Road of Happy Destiny”…
Today, a report from the under-earning front:
In the process of spending 16 hours getting out long-overdue invoices, I gleaned a few choice tidbits.
First, the bad news:
- Missed getting paid for a bill from almost year ago, and not an inconsequental amount, either. Client missed it, I missed it – went on to do a few more months of billings, never caught it so never sent follow-up statements – for reasons, the matter is closed. Pricey lesson.
- Neglected follow-up on three more recent unpaid invoices totaling several grand. Sending out reminders now, and in this case will collect – but it will take time, create unecesssary gnashing of teeth and wringing of garments. Have to rectify and offer amends. More pleasant physical sensations, I can think of — for example, having the back of my neck chewed on by rabid raccoons.
- Some bills would have been relatively painless, had they been sent promptly. When bills add up they metamorphose and begin to turn green and reek of something like rancid yak butter. Clients get cranky — why wouldn’t they?
- Identified some prime examples of (first step) unmanageability. For example, dedicating 2x the planned hours to bring quality to projects as estimated in fixed-fee proposals. Some projects that might even have benefitted from a less-than-perfectionist approach. For another, over-volunteering for charitable causes with no clear benefit (then not having enough time).
The good news?
- Today, I’m trying “THE plan” instead of “MY plan” — at least as far as debt goes. Didnt incur any unsecured debt during all this, one day at a time. As a result (perhaps), business is running solvent – ie, what’s coming in exceeds what’s going out. “Result: Happiness” (from David Copperfield).
- All accounts reconciled to the dollar. I know what’s in the wallet or the checkbook without looking in them. Do I like doing it? I’d rather stick darning needles in my own ears, but as they say, we change when the pain of not changing hurts even more than the change.
In stopping work completely for two days to get this done, now I’ve fallen a bit behind on deliverables. This pressure feels amazingly uncomfortable. But, if I don’t make invoicing more important (I think of the examples of food or oxygen), I can’t survive – and if I don’t survive, I can’t share all this fun with you!
Because the most important tidbit of all has been — I probably can’t do this alone. (Rats.) :0)
Happy Trails!

Over and over…

July 5, 2013

Boxing glove and inflatable clown

Over and Over…

Greetings, fellow trudgers on “the road of Happy Destiny”…

I’ve heard insanity defined as repeating the same actions yet expecting different results. Like playing Whack-a-Mole,” or pounding an inflatable clown, I can pummel away all I want — yet some problems keep popping back up.

On many a Monday morning I’ve thought “Today, I’m going to dedicate 20 minutes to prayer and meditation, no matter what! And on many a Monday night I realize I didn’t get around to it. I say the same thing on Tuesday, then Wednesday, and finally on Sunday I realize: nothing changed. My solution? Get up on Monday and start the whole thing again — only harder.

Given enough replays of this scenario, there comes a time when I have to admit I may not have the power to change this. If not, perhaps the questions aren’t “What’s wrong with me?” or “What’s all my resistance about?”

If I look at the underlying proposition, it comes down to me trying to change me into a better me, according to me. Now, there’s a pattern. Albert Einstein wrote “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.” So if left to my own devices, using my own best thinking, I don’t have the power to change something, the question could be rephrased as: “Where do I get some power?

Where do you shop for power when you’ve run out?

Visitors

June 20, 2012

A huge bird and a tiny bird

Visitors

Ah, the joys of the open road: who will I try me out on today?

The Manic TailGaters, Parking Space Hogs, Not-too-SmartPhoners, Pro Roadblockers, Comatose TollTakers, Passing Lane Kut-off Krazies, Jaywalking Suicides, hearing-impaired LeftLane SlowPokes — a vast assortment of psychos, clones, morons and drones…

or

Maybe today, everyone I encounter is a visitor.

Maybe each visitor comes with a story.

And if we don’t have time to chat — maybe I’ll invent one.

Above it all

May 18, 2012

Dog balloon floating over fields

Above it All

Greetings, fellow trudgers on “the road of Happy Destiny”…

Sometimes I wish I were a balloon, just looking down, far above it all.

And then a small voice in my head says “Holy shit — I’m all by myself up here.”

Art Direction

March 22, 2012

Art Direction

Art Direction

After a long hiatus from drawing, due to an injury, I took up pencil again. I did what I usually do, just started scribbling random lines and see what pops up, and this is what popped up. Like automatic writing, the results can be jibberish, but sometimes they strike a chord and the synchronicity is a delight.[/caption]

In this case, the tools were directing me toward the blank page opposite…

Time to get back to these stories.

The Magic Touch

September 14, 2011

Reaching up to touch the hand of...

The Magic Touch

Greetings, fellow trudgers on the “Road of Happy Destiny”…

A not-quite-as-sublime follow-up to the excerpt from MichelAngelo’s The Creation of Adam in my previous post. I may add some color later, but I just wanted to get this up and on.

I do appreciate this drawing unfolding as it did, as they all do — completely unplanned (at least until the final stages), and yet another surprising reminder of a daily reality: I have to reach up and meet the hand halfway.

Happy trails!

Electing to Receive

July 1, 2011

Accepting Help

Accepting Help

Greetings, fellow trudgers on “the road of Happy Destiny”…

Lots of folks have asked “What happened? Where’s the Happy Trudger?” The answer is: mending.

After the bad accident in January [see previous post], about everything that could possibly go wrong did. After multiple surgeries, two months in and out of hospital, a hospital-borne infection, two months convalescing as a shut-in on enough antibiotics and pain meds to kill a football team—The Happy Trudger is trying to bounce back, and hopefully the missives will resume.

In the meantime, some expensive lessons learned:

1. If I need help, I’ll ask for it.

2. If help is offered, I’ll receive it.

3. All I need say in return is “Thank you.”

That’s it!

Happy Trails!

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