I'll be honest...

I frequently flip-flop between these two extremes:

1. Total and complete resolve to carry out my vision, and
2. Publicly renouncing my adulthood and all associated responsibilities, then digging a tunnel underneath my house just big enough to accommodate me in a fetal position where I will stay until I get hungry enough to come out- so probably a solid 30 minutes or so...

I'm 33 years old at the time of writing this. And honestly I feel like I'm clear enough on the simple fact that I don't want a mediocre life. I want to play a bigger game. I want to create an identity and brand and all the requisite skills sets to help business owners, entrepreneurs, and the rest of humanity (hopefully) be more, do more and have more.

I want to inject "Wow!" into my surroundings. I want to create new economies, new wealth, and new ways of doing business by teaching an amazing philosophy that promotes focusing on the client more than the dollar.

I want to change how people think. I want to impact the philosophies of people that hold them back from jumping off the high dive of life. For instance, I know you wanna jump off. You're just scared. You know it's really no fun hanging out in the shallow end with your silly water wings strapped to your skinny little arms but that's where everyone else is. It's safe there.

You just can't seem to march yourself up and out, climb that 10-foot ladder and take a flying leap into the crystal clear water of the deep end.

What if you fail?!
What if you drown?!
What if you have to get fished out by the lifeguard?! Oh the horror.

I'm taking that leap on a daily basis and sometimes I belly-flop. A lot.

Coincidentally those seem to be the days where my adulthood gets renounced and the fetal position commences.

But other days, ahhhh, other days. On those days I slice through the water cleanly and neatly. It just works.

Those are the days that I'm thrilled that I took the first step up that ladder that seemed to stretch into the wild blue yonder. I'm trying to have more of those days.

Oh, and sidenote, someone just peed in the shallow end so I'd hurry up and get in the deep end if I were you.

Don't bring a knife to a gun fight.

 And here's another piece of advice. Don't show up to life every morning without a clue why you're doing what you're doing. One is actually more dangerous than the other - and I'm pretty sure you know which one I think it is...

The reflection of life is found in the relentless onslaught of change. We can fight it. We can pretend it's not coming. We can bury our heads in the sand.

But it is coming. Cheerfully bounding our way like some clumsy elephant, it will be here soon if it's not already.

So - what are you doing about it?

Are you changing with it, flowing with the current, and adapting? Or are you gritting your teeth and getting knocked over by a 10 foot wave that you never saw coming?

I'm a big fan of creating vision, setting goals, and coming up with neat plans. And yet despite all my nifty planning, Change seems to ignore my Word documents labeled "Goals For This Year". It's like they don't even exist. So I tried using a mind-mapping software but he ignored that too.

So I tricked Change.

Rather than focusing on what I would do and have, I've made it simpler. I'm focusing instead of who I'm becoming. With that as my focus I can roll with any punch Change throws my way. My resolve, my character, my attitude, and my response can all be unaffected.

 I tend to be woefully out of control of external circumstances but I'm powerfully in control of my thoughts, my emotions, and my drive to be more and better than I was yesterday.

Let this serve as your notice Change, I'm bringing a bazooka to your little gunfight. We'll see who has the last laugh.

When the vision is to create "Wow!", the Architect must remain resolutely focused.