You want the good life… Creating the good life, health, wealth, love and happiness, will require creativity from you… ((This is the biggest difference between the age of The American Dream and today… then some work was enough… today just work is not enough.))
The opposite of creativity is timidness. ((And cowardice, and complacency, and having your hand out, and hoping that other people will do it for you. Am I describing you?))
Creativity is living at risk… Existential courage. ((Existential Courage
The antidote to the comfortable coma
The other day I stumbled across an ad for a workshop helping you to release your intuition. It used the standard approach to sellin
Creativity comes from the “other than conscious” activity of the brain. The part that is neither linear nor word based.
I spend a large chunk of the day allowing it to do what it does…
It is allowing whatever is going on in the brain and in the body to go on… The best way is to make yourself busy.
Washing the dishes, vacuuming, doing the laundry, walking, or playing Freecell…
One of the useless things Tai teach is what he calls armchair meditation. He wants you to do serious linear thinking… which is proven to be a lot less accurate than your other than conscious brain doing the work unattended.
Why? Because the other than conscious mind is not corrupted. It doesn’t think one thing is good becau
Given that I am recommending the 12-week Mastery program, I am keeping my finger on the “pulse” and watching the videos of the 4-video series…
Two reasons:
I am watching for flaws… either in the program or in you… so I can warn you against spending your money… again… on something that won’t make a difference.
I am watching to see if I should do the program myself…
I have just got a glimpse of a flaw that most everyone I know has… including myself… at least in some areas.
In this article I will share with you a period of my life when things happened with a lightening fast speed, and I made those things happen.
It was 1988, and around February I got fired. It was my fault… I forgot that I was supposed to lie to cover for my employer… and I let the truth slip. So I got fired.
Then I got really depressed. I got thrown out of a program I loved and was really good at in Landmark…
I had no income, no hopes for income, and I was depressed.
I started to go to a 12-step program and with a little help, ok, a lot of pushing, I did start to look what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, now that everything I knew was closed for me.
I am prone to depression. Not sadness, but a loss of aliveness, a loss of inner motivation.
I have barely came out of a bout with one… and have been intensely curious of what caused it.
Depression, as I experience it, has no emotional reason.
When I look, I have no reason for depression, so the cause is not outside of a person… it is an inside job.
My experience has been that the factors are nutrition and sleep.
When certain vitamins are low, whether the consumption is low, or the wrong foods gobble them up, low Vitamin B levels, all sorts, B-1, 5, 12, 9… I have distinguished so far.
how do you go from one profession to another? having a vague idea is not enough!
learned, school learned profession may give you a process and teach you everything
learning, self-directed needs YOU to build a curriculum, or you’ll fail
law of process, research, guidance, mentors
how do you know what skills to build?
interviewing people
watching movies
reading books
how can you build skills if that is not part of your job?
volunteering
providing services, small services online/offline through craigslist, fiverr
What other than skills do you need?
process capacity
mental representation aka vision
growth attitude… beginner attitude.
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How do you choose the next step if what you are doing in the present isn’t it… but you have no experience in the next profession, the next adventure?
You may have no skills that you know of that would get you a job in the next profession…
But you may have some skills… or why would you want to go that way? After all, the rule of thumb is: go with your strengths… and if you have strengths, you know you have them, because you’ve been using them.
Here is how I did it. The time was 1988 and I was an architect. And that opportunity closed for me…
I did a skill inventory, and found that all my skills at that point were putting ink on paper… writing, drawing, designing… and communicating. With people.
Graphics, design, text, communicating… I decided that the best match was publisher, although I had no idea what I would want to say… Magazine publishing.
I was unemployed, so I spent my time training myself… designing ads, writing ads, and I even apprenticed with a small printer so I had some idea what printing entails.
Then I sent out two resumes to small local pennysavers… that I saw all the time in the supermarket.
One answered, and said that the only job available is advertising sales. That I would get someone to train me…
I said OK… The woman who came to train me (I didn’t have any transportation) gave me a script and went out with me to a few stores to sell advertising.
Next day she went and covered all the stores I could have been able to walk in and sold everyone she could… Dog eat dog is the advertising world.
So I called the other publisher. I told him I sold five ads on my first day… He met me and hired me, even gave me a beat up car to use, so that I can get around and do the job.
I was grateful. I worked 80 hours or more a week. I actively participated on Friday’s meetings when every salesperson brought in what they sold. After two weeks I took over that part of the job, laying out the magazine for Saturday printing.
I even delivered all the magazines to the stores in my sales area.
I busted my ass.
I built enough relationships with customers, typesetters, printers that after 14 months, when the owner felt threatened and kicked me out, I could start, overnight, my own magazine.
After that fateful meeting, when I got kicked out, I called the typesetter, called the printer, and asked for credit for one issue.
I got it. I stayed up all night, and next day at 4 pm my own magazine was in the street.
It was the beginning of a wonderful eleven year run.
how do you go from one profession to another? having a vague idea is not enough!
learned, school learned profession may give you a process and teach you everything
learning, self-directed needs YOU to build a curriculum, or you’ll fail
law of process, research, guidance, mentors
how do you know what skills to build?
interviewing people
watching movies
reading books
how can you build skills if that is not part of your job?
volunteering
providing services, small services online/offline through craigslist, fiverr
What other than skills do you need?
process capacity
mental representation aka vision
growth attitude… beginner attitude.
Article
How do you choose the next step if what you are doing in the present isn’t it… but you have no experience in the next profession, the next adventure?
You may have no skills that you know of that would get you a job in the next profession…
But you may have some skills… or why would you want to go that way? After all, the rule of thumb is: go with your strengths… and if you have strengths, you know you have them, because you’ve been using them.
Here is how I did it. The time was 1988 and I was an architect. And that opportunity closed for me…
I did a skill inventory, and found that all my skills at that point were putting ink on paper… writing, drawing, designing… and communicating. With people.
Graphics, design, text, communicating… I decided that the best match was publisher, although I had no idea what I would want to say… Magazine publishing.
I was unemployed, so I spent my time training myself… designing ads, writing ads, and I even apprenticed with a small printer so I had some idea what printing entails.
Then I sent out two resumes to small local pennysavers… that I saw all the time in the supermarket.
One answered, and said that the only job available is advertising sales. That I would get someone to train me…
I said OK… The woman who came to train me (I didn’t have any transportation) gave me a script and went out with me to a few stores to sell advertising.
Next day she went and covered all the stores I could have been able to walk in and sold everyone she could… Dog eat dog is the advertising world.
So I called the other publisher. I told him I sold five ads on my first day… He met me and hired me, even gave me a beat up car to use, so that I can get around and do the job.
I was grateful. I worked 80 hours or more a week. I actively participated on Friday’s meetings when every salesperson brought in what they sold. After two weeks I took over that part of the job, laying out the magazine for Saturday printing.
I even delivered all the magazines to the stores in my sales area.
I busted my ass.
I built enough relationships with customers, typesetters, printers that after 14 months, when the owner felt threatened and kicked me out, I could start, overnight, my own magazine.
After that fateful meeting, when I got kicked out, I called the typesetter, called the printer, and asked for credit for one issue.
I got it. I stayed up all night, and next day at 4 pm my own magazine was in the street.
It was the beginning of a wonderful eleven year run.
Sometimes we learned one profession but we want to change… and it is not that easy…
Here are two examples: one is my own, the other is a student of mine…
In the end I’ll ask for your input… please be generous.
After I came to the USA, I worked as an architect for about 30 months.
First I scoured the help wanted ads, and went on an interview with a prestigious Midtown Manhattan firm. They were impressed with me, my experience, and hired me on the spot with a salary that was four, nearly five times higher than what I made in Israel.
On my way out I passed pictures of their completed projects and realized that this job would have no integrity for me: I w
Motto: Mentor: Someone whose hindsight can become your foresight
Remember who you are
In 1981 I got a letter from a man from Israel. He claimed to be a second cousin on my father’s side to me. He was coming to an educational conference in Hungary. He came with his wife.
We spent time together, they were staying with me, in my one-bedroom high-rise apartment in Budapest. He visited with every member of my family, and witnessed their contempt for me first hand.
He promised to be family to me if I decided to go to Israel.
One year later I packed a suitcase and left Hungary. illegally. It was winter in Hungary when I left, in fact it w