Decisions…

We all have bad days, disappointing weeks, and downright difficult months, especially where these past few years have been concerned. All are part and parcel of life that we can hardly avoid, something everyone has experienced in their chosen career.


The stage is then set where smart people remain in bad jobs, leading to burnout, anxiety and depression, all impacting their physical and mental health, reminding them that they have the power to push through and come out stronger on the other side.


Bad choices made by an employer are demonstrative not of their commitment to their staff but focused more on their own agendas. The need to work in a healthy environment and feel valued and respected ends up being a persuasive line of thinking, one that renders workers immobilized and incapable of leaving that job.


We start to question ourselves, wondering if we’re running away instead of staying when things become difficult; are we lacking, does this job legitimately suck and am I right to leave? Let’s face it, work has challenges for everyone and there certainly is no such thing as a perfect job but it’s definitely hard to persevere when things are shitty in the workplace.


Aspiring to be the kind of people who lean in when there are challenges and make a difference during the hard times is important but when do we know when it’s time to make a move? The obvious answer is that if you’re made to feel unimportant or disrespected in any way, it’s time to leave but, if you honestly feel motivated, engaged and valued at your job, there may be reasons to keep digging your heels in and continue doing your best.


Ask yourself if you are the same person when you started this job, do you have the same values, interests and priorities? If not, it may be time to leave because you’ve evolved in one direction and your employer in another. The longer you stick it out, the more acutely painful the gap between your values and your employers will become.

From the Writer’s Workshop…Write a post in exactly 12 sentences.
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Let it flow…

We have all experienced situations where things which are difficult to find or obtain create a mindset of fear, insecurity, and control. Taking things too seriously generates feelings of hopelessness that, if you fail, the world will end. This is short sided, focused on short term decisions and a reactive approach to life, rather than planning ahead instead and trusting that waiting or missing something now will pay off long term. We focus on not having enough, being good enough, not having enough time or money and making bad choices. Such fear is an illusion when you allow these thoughts to limit creative opportunities where you can do your best.

Not feeling abundant or good about yourself or life in general may mean you are not necessitating the simple process of getting your possessions, your time, your finances, and your documents better organized. This does a great deal to cultivate an abundance mindset. With organization, you begin to see how many things and how much time you actually already have in your life. The operative word here is organization and achieving that can be the most difficult hurdle, even a roadblock, to get past. Realizing that we have more than enough of things we deem important in life can be the biggest challenge of all but one well worth the time and effort involved with being successful.

Once we reframe that mindset to one of abundance, to a place where there is an understanding of enough time, money, success and happiness, comes the realization of trust and acceptance, along with a deep sense of inner worth. Such a mindset takes a proactive approach to life with the understanding that there is more than enough of all we have felt was lacking. This allows us to share and do so freely. We can then acknowledge the accomplishments of others, focusing on all that is positive.

From the Writer’s Workshop…Write a post based on the word abundant.

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Wrong turn, right face…

A very long time ago, on a highway ever so far away, I got lost. Hey, it can happen to anyone, especially here in New York.

Back in the late sixties, directions were either shared by someone who had been where you wanted to go or there were maps often picked up at a gas station. Remember those neat packets of travel information that, once unfolded, became an experience from hell? Think about the true beginning of distracted driving with the map perched in front of you, leaning against the steering wheel, while you tried to navigate unfamiliar territory.


It all started with a quest to buy a carburetor rebuild kit for my ’66 GTO when a change was made from a four-barrel to tri-power setup. Running “3 2’s or 3 Deuces” was a big deal back then and had been since 1957.
The Tri-Power option was available on the GTO from 1964 through 1966 with a total of 20,547 GTO’s ordered with Tri-Power as original equipment in 1965. There was nothing better, WHEN, the damn carbs played nicely together and that was a matter of bringing a lot of fine tuning to the process, and four letter words.

There I was, on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway, in my GTO, map in my lap, finally coming up to the exit which would take me to the speed shop. Let me tell you, up to this point, it had been an almost two hour trip which encompassed traffic, missed turns and even more traffic but, at last, I had arrived. As I started to make a turn and head to my destination, a man started to cross in front of me, waving his hands in the air and shouting. I didn’t think twice and pulled over, thinking he needed help. He came over to my car, with a huge smile on his face. I asked if he was okay and his response was “hey, I saw you drag race at National Speedway, isn’t this Light My Fire?” And right he was, sans the usual lettering on my hot rod when at the drag strip, it was me! Within a few minutes, the stress of that day disappeared with his smile and a lot of laughter as we stopped and talked for a while.


He wished me good luck with the rebuild kit, told me that the speed shop was just down the next street and said he’d be looking out for my next visits to the drag strip, which he did, always stopping by in the pits to say hello. Thinking back to those years ago and how different times and people were then, getting lost managed to end well.


By the way, for any motorhead reading this, running tri power was, at least for me, an exercise in futility. Nothing beat my 1050 Holley and the lifelong good memory that went along with that process.

Except for the BQE, which is still a nightmare some fifty-six years later.

From Writer’s Workshop…Tell us about a time you got lost while going somewhere.
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