Glee is the Answer!

Glee is the Answer!

 Bliss is easy.  Ecstasy is but a moment’s notice, a slight shift in the plan.  Joy is a sunset away, a sunrise gathering up the dawn. 

So this fine day, this cat-in-the-lap morning, why not take life from the smooth side of the handle, and let your bliss kiss the sky?

The other day my team lost.  I had a football hangover.  Is there is a lesson here? 

Maybe that there is perceived life and then there is real life, paramount, fractured, inspiring, deflating, with all the comedy and tragedy a person, a truth, a day can muster…it must be shared like skin tags, like tags on Facebook, like humor on a jazz-corner-night in front of a comedy club.

Where are you putting your emphasis?  What do you deem (seems) important right now?  For if you, me, the millionaire quarterbacks who fumble and throw two interceptions on a cold and frigid playoff night, if you the fans in the stands, the announcers hand picking beauty queens out of the audience, the fan base, believe that you can achieve and place the optimism in your own life, then, let’s do it. 

Do not live vicariously too long in the aftermath of another’s victories or defeats?

“Hello!  You play to win the game.”—Herms Edwards.  He did not say you play in the stands so someone else can win the game, or that you run for hotdogs and beer while the team tries to win the game.  He said you play to win your game. 

What is the game you wish to win…can you see this vision on the machination horizon?  Can you scintillate and aggregate and smell the feast?  Just a gentle reminder: It is your game, your life, your wins that propel the fans in your family, in your generations, in your hometown. 

It is your abilities to enjoy it all, to relish the convoluted parts as well as the smooth sailing parts. 

So be of good cheer and you will hear the far off stadiums uproar, yelling out your praise. Be the hero in your own game.  You will slide into home plate and score with a couple dogs in hand and a half beer un-spilt.

Become the game changer, the playmaker, the instigator of your most piqued and pleasurable moments that are happening because you choose to participate, to gather up the courage and the wisdom and the wherewithal and the divine inspiration to hit a home run, to chase the wild goose, to climb the bean stock, to live in the undulating bliss that is right here, right now, with you in your own play, movie, game, life, daily exaltations that are the enchantments.

There is a place in Sedona, Arizona, inside the vortex the say, on a the main street, in a restaurant, that is by the river, where tiny little inch worms live, standing straight up, as if magic and enchantment were but places to eat at.

Where is your enchantment today?  What can you add and mix together and see and use and divine from the desert that is quenching your soul?

Again, a soft reminder, and you know this but here it is anyway: You win in your own devised and divine and serendipity game of life.

Don’t outsource this.  Don’t blame your attitude on the football coach, on your stock in Apple, in anyone and anything and any organization where you are not the quarterback of your own game, the captain of the ship of your own sailing, the general in the war, your war against mediocrity, spectator-itis, and becoming fanatical about a dream that is now yours.

Place more emphasis on your dreams, on a searing desire for what you want, what you absolutely believe you can achieve; for it is not Peyton Manning’s life that you are living.  It’s not Ray Lewis’s life, it is your life and you must and can and will rise above all the rabble—the cold drone of discouraged fans.

Rise into your own spectacular life, a remarkable life you are inventing, devising, adding to the destiny of your most prized, fanned and on-fire desires.

So, why am I writing about this, this detailed discouragement that is about as real as play money buying real estate on public land, about as truthful as Emerson’s lost essays just found in a basement in New England?

Here is the scoop: Not long ago, my little girl had 9 friends at her 7 year old birthday party.  We picked them up in a limo.  It was frigid out in Denver, say started out at 7 degrees, got up to maybe 15 degrees…fairly cold for some parts of the world.

So we Googled Nassau: 75 degrees. That is where we would be in one week.

Back to the limo:  It was my favorite, a white stretch, Lincoln town car, and the kids were in hog heaven.  We had actually driven to their houses and picked up each one, then were off to eat pizza, at legendary Abbos—a Boulder landmark.

But, me, placing emphasis on the wrong side of the road, sat up front with the driver listening to the pregame show of the Broncos favored to win one of the biggest playoff games ever.

Later, we ate pizza, then drove thru the icy air to a playhouse filled with inside inflatable jumpin’ houses for the kids to run and play all over the place.

I did not play; I sat and watched the kick off on the only small TV in the playhouse.  As the game started, the kids were immune to it all, and were running crazy like they should.

It was so fun, eating cake and watching my little girl out of the corner of my eye open presents and live in her own self-created glee.

To make a long story, stop short, end, get to the point:  The Broncos lost, and I had a football hangover, a too-much-cake hangover and a seven year old fantastic party hangover.

I am so glad I get to play the quarterback in my own life today, get to depend on my own uplifted mind for a serendipity experience, and know that what I want, I create.  What I see becomes real and that I hate the Bronco’s and will never, ever spend time watching them again.

At least, that is my football hangover talking.

Put energy into your life, into your inspiring dream, into creating and getting and realizing that your life awaits, your highest adventure still awaits, your most prized futures are coming down the pike, and you are tethered and tied to a destiny that is rising out of the ocean like Atlantis in the high seas.

Think of the legends that have gone before you and the stories that have been left behind, Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Napoleon, Mother Teresa, Henry David Thoreau. Emerson, Gandhi, Doc. Holiday, Wyatt Earp…and the list goes on….

Begin today to leave a legacy, create your own legend, the wake of an inspired adventure behind your fading doubts.

Make it an adventure, a lifestyle that fits your bliss and joy and glee. 

Glee is the answer.  Ask no other questions.