The Beauty of Change

 

“Don’t loaf and invite inspiration. Light out after it with a club.” -Jack London 

Recently, I’ve learned that one can turn a huge corner by making simple positive change. Now there are some out there that are change magnets (sometimes disguised as high-price “consultants”). You know the type that want it to always be bright, new and shiny and they spend hours, weeks, months coming up with fantastical big ideas only to never be able to implement them. Once you dig down into the recommended change you find hidden higher costs, no research was done and there are no resources to handle the new format.

That’s not me. I’m a blend of believing the old adage “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and buying into the spirit of evolving change. If something is great and efficient, I don’t want to waste even seconds analyzing it. If something isn’t working so well, then I’m all in to evaluate, hatchet and retool until we make it right.

So my simple change was the implementation of some great tidbits picked up from this year’s Antioch Writers’ Conference. Funny how that works—actually doing your notes instead of letting them sleep buried on the page only to be found at next year’s conference. One idea was to keep a small writer’s notebook at all times. Stupid simple, right? Now I had a larger, journal-size one in my writing bag at home, which I used to take notes in classes, list books I want to read, note ideas for future stories/essays and even capture first lines. But hanging out at home wasn’t quite helping since things hit 24/7 and the muse has a great trick of erasing the short-term memory file of inspiration. Now I have a cute little 5×4 inch, 130 page journal that rides along every day.

The other tip goes to the quote above. While bursts of divine inspiration are great, it is the steady practice and time put in that leads to regular streams of creativity. Did I make time for writing? Yes—stolen moments. Was it regular in the full balance of my life? No—the busy “other stuff” and sometimes even me, myself, got in the way.

What’s changed? I didn’t create a magic pill that allows for safe existence on no sleep (to better use the seven to eight hours I’m told one needs). I didn’t drop out from society to sit in a coffee shop corner churning out verse. I just needed a mind shift to help writing have a more balanced place. Just the simple purchase of that journal gave me a place to better capture all of the ideas that hit, including for a blog. Capturing the ideas that hit inspired me to start a blog. Drafting the blog ideas inspired me to think about some for longer essay pieces. The regular writing each day (even if not posting) has churned up some short story ideas. And so on and so on.

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Why I Never Liked LeBron

The July 11, 2010 Forum section of The Plain Dealer carried an opinion piece placing a picture of LeBron James next to Cleveland “Enemy Number One” Art Modell.  Brent Larkin compared the level of treachery of both men while also pointing out Clevelanders “blinded by adoration.”

And so we Northeast Ohio natives now have “The Decision.”  Everyone from sports pundits to former players to news anchors weighed in on the choice he made to leave.  Some called it a punk move to join up with former rivals in an attempt to score hand jewels with a dream team.  Others said he was making the best business choice for a man driven to win.  I actually have no issue with his choice to change employers (if you want business talk) saying all along, “let him leave. I’ll go help pack the bags.”

I’ll fess up that I’ve never been a fan…not almost a decade ago when he was a high-school star and not over these seven years of watching him whine.  When people have asked me why no love for “the King,” I’ve never been able to point to a direct incident causing my scorn.  I never ran into him downtown only to be rudely blown off.  He didn’t unjustly foul a favorite player with an elbow to the face.  I’ve never lost money betting on a Cavs win only to watch said King choke during the playoffs. 

My underlying issue…that thing getting stuck in my gut…was a simple statement of feeling – “I think he lacks personal integrity.”  It’s the same statement I’ve always felt about Michael Jordan (one that was quite an unpopular opinion with boyfriends back in the day).  Having ultimate respect for Michael’s team leadership and professional game—and hating his drive to not only win, but savagely spank any opponents—this was an opinion of the person vs. the sports hero.

And so my gut feeling played out on “Decision Night.”  I felt no satisfaction on not being surprised; rather my heart broke for all of his young fans.  They are the ones still young enough to believe when someone gives random sound bites about loyalty and staying true.  For their belief, they witnessed what class is not.  Integrity in action is not holding a media free-for-all under the guise of charity.

I remember who I was at 25 and know the change and wisdom that comes in time, thus I hope this 25 year-old rises up to that challenge.  But I’m not holding out much hope.

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