Facing My Fear, I Found My Truth

I believe I have changed far more in the last three years than during any prior 7-year period during my adult life.

People often talk of how much courage it takes to change, and that is often true.

After the fact, I’ve identified three major underlying fears that I had to face in order to change:

Losing those I love

Failing

Looking foolish

It was at the moment when I realized that no matter how much or how little I chose to change, the people who truly love me will always love me, and those who don’t, won’t. It doesn’t matter what I do or don’t do.* That realization was a very freeing, enabling, and inspiring.

Even the risks of failing or feeling silly became much less daunting when I realized that I’d already often failed and done foolish things, and those who truly loved me stood by me, and even supported me until I could regain my balance.

The fears of losing those I love, failing, and looking foolish, were a toxic brew that crippled me for far too long. But as soon as they were dispelled by the powerfully potent truth, change took far less courage, and even became fun and relatively easy, leading to a personal creative renaissance unlike I’ve ever experienced.

*I’m not discussing issues of integrity or fidelity here. Mainly, it’s because I consider them givens in my life and in my relationships.

With Love,
Russ

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How Saying “I Do” Changed My Life

“I DO”. Two of the shortest words in the English language, yet they come with the longest commitments two people can share.

I said them nearly 34 years ago and meant them. Thankfully, My Beloved did too—the saying and the meaning them.

It’s a good thing too, because life is full of surprises and not all of them are pleasant.

So how did saying “I do” change my life? Those two little words gave to me a true life partner, friend, and grinding stone for the rock tumbler called life.

We both came into the relationship with a LOT of rough edges. I was only 21 and she was a year younger. We were thrown together like rough stones into the rock tumbler of life.

We went round and round, noisily banging into each other, but always there with, and for, each other. In it together. Something we could count on even as life spun us round and round. Over time we slowly ground each other’s rough edges down.

While our relationship hasn’t always fun, and was often quite noisy, over time we both grew more polished, shined more brightly, and became a lot better for the experience.

Things will often get rocky, so it pays to keep rolling. That’s the stone-cold truth that we never take for granite.

With Love,

Russ

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A Great Birthday Surprise Gift (Actually, Two!)

I just got a great surprise birthday gift: My first two children’s books, “Clyde and I” and “Clyde and I Help a Hippo to Fly” have already been listed for sale on Amazon.com, a week ahead of schedule.

My third children’s book, “Rusty Bear and Thomas, Too” is scheduled for release by September 30, and my fourth, “Grumbly Grumpadinkle”, before the end of the year.

I’m still having fun and learning a lot, so regardless of what happens to them commercially, I’ve already won.

With Love,
Russ

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Hallway Torture

(This is a re-post for newer readers.)

One of the toughest challenges My Beloved and I had as parents was regarding discipline. We wanted to be firm but loving and fair, and for the consequences to be effective, age-appropriate, and child-specific.

Unfortunately, it quickly became obvious that what is a behavior-changing consequence for one child could be a nice break from routine for another.

And just about the time we found a consequence that worked for one child it tended to fairly quickly stop working for another—-even when it had been working very well only a week earlier.

We also quickly learned that longer-term consequences such as “If you do that you will be grounded for a month” not only rarely deterred the behavior that we sought to avoid, it often also seemed to be more punishment for us to attempt to consistently enforce it than it was an effective post-act consequence for them.

So, we strongly preferred consequences that were quickly dealt and then done, so they-–and we–-could get on with life. But such consequences that were also effective were rare indeed.

We tried all sorts of things, and most weren’t effective deterrents for long. That became especially true as they got older.

That is, until we discovered Hallway Torture, err, I mean Hallway Time. Our kids absolutely HATED being bored. And there is nothing to do, play with, or read in our hallway. We found that if we told one of our children to sit in the hallway for a certain number of minutes as a consequence that it was often a very effective deterrent indeed.

That doesn’t mean that they didn’t constantly try to see what they could get away with in the hallway.

They tried reading books or bringing in toys or games.

Rule change: No books, games, toys, (and if our children weren’t already grown up adults and if we were parenting children today we’d definitely also prohibit all electronic devices.)

They tried hounding us with questions such as “Is the time over yet?”

Rule Change: No talking. If you talk, extra Hallway Time is added. (That backfired on us once when we forgot and a child was left in the hallway for much longer than they were supposed to. I don’t recall what we did to make it up to that poor kid but I know it left them with a big smile!)

They tried sleeping.

Rule change: No sleeping. If you sleep, extra time is added. If you have to, stand up so you don’t fall asleep. This isn’t nap or reward time; it’s consequence time.

We even found it worked for “Two-fers”. When two of our children got into trouble together—especially if it was from bickering with each other– Hallway Time often worked perfectly to change the behavior.

Of course, they would try to bend the rules by whispering to each other, but we’d learned a few things by then too.

Rules included: Be at opposite ends of the hallway; no talking, singing, or whispering; no touching/pushing/shoving or body contact of any kind. No giggling or laughing. (They would sometimes make funny faces or do silly things to try to get the other to laugh out loud and get into trouble.)

All infractions meant—you guessed it—MORE HALLWAY TIME.

We have an “L”-shaped hallway. To make it easier on our children to comply with the rules–and on us in enforcing them—we often placed the kids at opposite ends of the hallway and around the corner from each other.

Hallway Time proved to be the most effective and longest-lasting consequence for all three of our children that we ever came up with.

Your mileage may vary.

With Love,
Russ

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An Act of Love

I was awakened this morning by my Beloved as she massaged a special foot salve into my dry and cracked feet. She had just taken care of her feet, and blessed me with a brief morning wake-up foot massage.

I will remember and appreciate that simple act of love for a long time.

With Love,
Russ

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Clueless!

I think that most people who know me probably think that I’m a reasonably intelligent man. My Beloved knows better. Case in point:

Beloved and I got married when we were in our early 20′s, and right after our wedding ceremony we received a copy of what I thought was just a cute little souvenir certificate (mistake #1) of the wedding signed by the person officiating the ceremony and our two witnesses.

In my haste to begin our honeymoon I inadvertently laid heavy luggage on top of the marriage certificate (mistake #2).

As we began unpacking at our destination, Beloved noticed the wrinkled and slightly torn marriage certificate and handed it to me. I should have taken closer notice as to the look on her face (mistake #3) and if I had, and if I’d had a functioning brain cell in my head I might have found a way to salvage the situation.

But that was not to be my fate–-the lack of brains and the lack of salvaging the situation. In fact I made the situation far worse.

I know that you are probably wondering as to how anyone could be that stupid, and even if someone was that stupid, how could they make it any worse, but trust me, if a problem can be made worse I’m usually the one to find a way to do it.

As Beloved handed the mangled document to me I figured it was too far gone to be saved (mistake #4) and that we could just buy another one from the state that would have equal sentimental value to my Beloved (mistake #5), so in front of her I began to finish ripping it the rest of the way in two (Mistake # 6, 7, 8, to infinity).

As I was mid-rip, she screamed: “STOP!!! What are you doing to our marriage certificate!?!?”

That’s not quite how either of us had dreamed our honeymoon would start.
If she had killed me right then, I doubt if a jury would have convicted her.

And to her credit she didn’t end the marriage right then and there. Or maybe it just proves she isn’t quite as bright as people think she is either!

Whatever the reason, I’m eternally grateful that she has hung in there with me for all these nearly 34 years. It hasn’t always been easy, but it has rarely been boring!

And yes, we still have that original mangled 34-year old marriage certificate with a tear half way down it. It has gone through some tough times with us, but like our marriage, has always found the strength to stay together no matter what.

With Love,
Russ

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Too Stubborn and Selfish

My Beloved and I are nearing our 34th wedding anniversary, but many thought we’d never make it as a couple.

On the way home from our at-least-weekly Date Night sometime ago, I flashed back to the comments a good man said to my then-fiancé and me 35 years ago, when we were about 20 years old.

We’d asked him to be the official at our wedding ceremony. He agreed to do so if we’d take a compatibility questionnaire. He gave it to all couples for which he officiated. We weren’t fond of the idea but knew the man to be kind and if he thought it was a good idea and the information might be useful to us, then it probably would be.

So we each filled out a lengthy questionnaire and gave it to him. When the results came back, he ushered us into his office, sat us down, and in in a sad and solemn voice said something to the effect that based on our answers to the survey we were both very stubborn and selfish; so stubborn and selfish in fact that the odds of us remaining married to each other were very small.

He tried to talk us out of marrying each other, or to at least seriously considering whether marriage to each other was a good idea based on the survey’s findings.

We agreed that we were both stubborn and selfish and acknowledged how that could be a huge challenge to a happy marriage, but we were in love and wanted to get married anyway.

And so we did, for we knew something that he didn’t:

We were both too stubborn to ever give up on each other, and too selfish to ever let the love we had for each other slip away.

With Love,
Russ

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Water Fight!

Some of my favorite moments in life have occurred on a whim. For example:
Water fights between my Beloved and me. In the bathroom. They would often start innocently enough such as when I’m in the shower and she turns on hot water full blast in the bathroom sink, dropping the temperature of the water that’s pouring on my shampoo-filled head to several degrees below freezing.

(OK, I know that the water wasn’t frozen yet so was probably slightly above freezing, but it FELT like it was below freezing! And maybe she hadn’t turned the hot water on quite full-blast, but to this day I contend that was only so she could claim to be innocent while to me it looked like pretty damning evidence of premeditated malice.)

I let out an indignant bellow that could probably be heard by neighbors several blocks away, as shampoo was getting into my eyes and mouth.
And do I hear an apology from Beloved? NOOOOO. Just a little giggle. Then another, slightly louder (and to my water-clogged ears sounding a bit more taunting.)

Well, two can play at that game, so I raised the shower head over the top of the shower wall and aimed the spray right at her, drenching her clothes, hair, and everything else. Now it was her turn to shriek indignantly! And oh how she shrieked! You’d think I was killing her! I was afraid the neighbors would hear and think something nefarious was going on in our house, but I shouldn’t have worried because by now they knew that some type of craziness was always going on in our house.

Being the mature woman and mother that she was, and knowing that our three impressionable young children were no doubt by now clustered on the other side of the bathroom door wondering if their parents had gone insane, she naturally and sensibly called a truce, right?

Yeah, right. She waited until I went back to rinsing the shampoo off my head, and out of my eyes and mouth, then grabbed a large glass–it must have held at least 2 or 3 gallons (well that’s my side of the story and I’m sticking to it)–filled it with ice-cold water, opened the shower door, and splashed it all over me.

Then the water fight began in earnest with howls of laughter, and water drenching everything from the ceiling, drapes, towels, wallpaper, counter and fixtures, to the floor.

When we had both were half-drowned and had had enough, we negotiated a truce, which takes no small amount of mutual trust in such situations as we stared each other down–me with an itchy trigger finger on the shower head, and my steely eyed foe holding two full water-glass primed for throwing.
We were both dripping from head to toe, and panting through aching jaws ached from laughing so hard.

We surveyed the damage we’d inflicted on our poor innocent bathroom, gave each other a knowing look, grabbed a bunch of dry towels from the closet, and began cleaning up the mess.

Such craziness is a large part of what brings the joy to us in our JOYoUS life.

With Love,
Russ

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LAAF SHMILY!

My Beloved and I sometimes write notes or sign cards to each other that end with LAAF! and/or SHMILY! It’s not because we have forgotten how to spell the words “Laugh” or “Smile”. “LAAF & SHMILY” are actually acronyms for “Love Always And Forever” and “See How Much I Love You!” that we sometimes use as quick reminders that we are there for each other forevermore.

We sometimes leave notes with no other message but LAAF SHMILY where the other will find them. Such notes take very little time, and like so many of the most important things in life, are free.

If you are in a strong long-term committed relationship, you might find value in using this or a similar approach as a reminder to both of you.
And if you aren’t in such a relationship, but wish to someday be in one, it is my hope that you find your soul mate when the time is right for you.

I’m very grateful for the one I have–-even after and partially because of nearly 34 years of marriage. I like to invest the time to frequently remind her of that fact. As an investment manager, I like the Return On Investment! ;-D!

With Love,
Russ

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Hearing You, and More Reasons for Considering Changes

Thank you to those of you who provided feedback regarding possible big changes that I mentioned in my last post. Most of those comments indicate a preference that I leave everything all in one blog.

I’ve listened. A new blog I was going to start up today will be put on hold pending further consideration. It was going to be one focused on Lasting Love and deal with love, romance, marriage, and long-term committed relationships. Another was going to be focused on parenting.

I’d noticed that for a long time whenever I shared a wrote a poem, song, story I wrote in a post, my “Like” count dropped–sometimes by a lot–especially versus something such a post containing someone else’s humor or quoto (photo and quote).

In other words, it seems that the posts that are of the most interest to me–and the most reflective of my spirit and uniqueness–often appear to be the least of interest to the majority of the readers of this blog (including even a significant percentage of those who do take the time to respond with comments and “Likes” to my other types of posts).

It appears to me that the bulk of the readers want this blog to be more about generic quotos and humor than about what is unique to me and comes from my spirit. There is nothing wrong with that, but it isn’t what I burn for.

Thousands, perhaps millions of blogs spread jokes, funny photos and stories, and great quotes, and many bloggers do it very well. I enjoy such posts a lot. But it isn’t my passion to create such posts as a primary staple.

Another big part of what is driving my consideration is that I now have written over 1,000 posts. With the growth in the number of followers of this blog, I’m now in a situation where perhaps 80% of my readers haven’t experienced about 80% of those posts, and many of what I consider to be my best posts are the ones that will never be seen by most of my followers. I have been re-posting some of the older posts but don’t want this blog to largely become a series of reruns for long-time readers–and as the readership grows, so do my concerns regarding this aspect.

Also, my perception is that out of about 518 followers, only about 30 comment with some frequency. About 94% have almost never or very rarely comment or even “Like” my posts. I’m trying to make sense of that. Is it that 94% who “follow” this blog don’t like it or that I really have only about 30 followers? I’m just attempting to get a better understanding of the situation. From there I can decide what, if anything, I want to do about it.

I figured that if I tried focusing some of my blogs on specific areas in which I and readers of those blogs share a passion, I might be able to find answers to some of my questions, might have a higher percentage of followers who enjoy or are passionate about what I write, and, as a major bonus to me (and perhaps to some of those readers), much of the material that I’ve written over the last three years will find a new and perhaps more interested audience.

With Love,

Russ

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