When will the dreaming cease to be dreaming alone.
When will action spring from these bones.
When will words, now carelessly spoken
Begin to be words that are carefully chosen.
When will my thoughts, lowly and undirected,
Begin to be focused, calm, and collected.
When will my wants give way to my needs.
When will life’s lessons, begin I, to heed.
by Artificial Colter
I want to share my inspiration for this graphic I whipped up a while back. The importance of focus, both macro and micro, cannot be underestimated. Macro-focus pertains to keeping your attention on your big picture objectives, not losing sight of your weekly, monthly, and yearly goals. You can change your goals and therefore change what you are focusing on, but remember that there is a thin line between willingness to change and being uncommitted. Micro-focus pertains to holding your attention during the minutes and hours of your day. How much time do we waste switching back and forth between work and entertainment? Take notice of how often focus is broken throughout the day and learn to minimize it.
Its 4 am and my alarm is going off. The sound of a harp is a nice way to awaken but I still can’t take it, so I mute the alarm and put my head back on the pillow. A quick 30 minutes pass by and the sound of heaven awakens me again. I stand up in the darkness and throw on my Artificial tee and some old cutoffs. Where are my glasses? There they are. I put them on and pull my hair back and out of my face. I begin the slow, quiet walk down our incredibly steep stairs; I just know that one of these mornings I’m going to trip and do a front flip all the way down. I open up instagram hoping it will wake me up and maybe even keep me that way. Nope, apps alone won’t do so I immediately put the kettle on and scoop some black beans into the grinder. This sound is too loud for the time of day, I always worry that it’ll wake the baby, but it never does.
While I’m waiting for the water to boil I let the dogs out. As we all head for the front door I open up another one of my favorite apps BePositive and it reads “Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes, and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives. – Sidney Madwed“.
I pause, look up, and stare for a second thinking about how many times and in how many different forms I have read this. It must be true. Then I think about how awesome the word manifest is. Manifest. Then my 10 seconds of meditation are interrupted by my dogs. I attempt to discipline my Basset hound, Basil, but to no avail, it is like trying to…actually… there is no proper metaphor for trying to correct a Basset hounds behavior, if you know, then you know.
By now the water is boiling so I walk over, turn off the burner, and fill the French press. I grab my favorite coffee-cup (I don’t know why it’s my favorite, it’s just a regular cup and we have 6 of them) a pinch of sugar, and head over to my favorite chair in the corner. While the black is being extracted from the grounds, I pick up my acoustic and begin to pluck; it’s missing a string so I have to be “creative”…or something like that. It sounds good to me, and that’s all that matters because I’m the only one listening. I set the ‘axe’ (or ‘hatchet’) aside and open up my laptop. Of course Facebook is already open so I do a quick look-through. I try to log into the back-end of my site — why are my username and password not working? I don’t know. I visit YouTube and am mildly entertained for 10 minutes. The coffee should be ready for pressing. I press down and then pour and then wait. I take the first sip and decide it’s probably time to make a quick graphic.
All things change. But Artificial remains.
Home is where the hard work is
My wife’s sister and my future brother-in-law just purchased up a fixer-upper home. I was in their shoes myself not so long ago, literally and figuratively. The work will definitely be worth the abode in the end.
by Artificial Colter