Truly Blessed
Excerpt from a few years ago...
"These blogs allow me to order and translate our beliefs into a common language, which ultimately allows me to relate my learnings and beliefs to others. If that is not a definition of who you are, then I don't know what is. So in essence, this blog since its start is the most accurate definition of who I am, and every entry I continue to learn more about myself, because lets face it, any individual cannot be defined in a sentence or even a paragraph. If a picture is worth a thousand words, imagine how many a lifetime is worth."
Somewhere along the line, I lost my voice. This evening, I was reviewing some of my older posts, because there was a particular blog about interest, passion and motivation that I recalled writing. When I signed in, I was surprised to find that I had over 130 posts to this blog, yet it has been almost a year since my last entry.
I was struck by the statement I found, and it casued me to wonder whether I lost sight of who I am. I remember vividly that I had a clear understanding of my thoughts and beliefs. I still do, but I have not been continuing to learn about myself as I did a few years ago. This exercise is important. I feel my absence was due to a form of writer's block, but after some thought, I realized that I kept trying to top myself developing entries that I could look at and be proud of in some way. That is the completely wrong motivation. Truth is that after looking back, I am proud of all my entries, and I know that some of my best entries were ones where I just typed and kept going. I'm going to get my voice back.
Much has happened over the past year. Some of my earlier entries were written before I started my job. At that time, I could write about experiences I had throughout the day. They were personal, and not business sensitive. Now that my time belongs to someone else during the day, to an extent, I feel it limits what I have to talk about. I think that is a major change that led to a decline in posts, BUT I've learned so much about life in general over the time that I have been here, that I have ample to think and write about.
I am truly blessed. I write this at a time when there is uncertainty throughout America and the rest of the world. There are hundreds of thousands of people out of work and more to follow. I am humbled and live life thinking that everything happens for a reason. With every experience, figure out how you will grow stronger because of it.
I told a story today to some coworkers themed around a defining moment in my lifetime. I had a week to think about it, and I came up with one that I believed was fitting.
In 1997, I was in 8th grade and preparing to enter high school. I had a pretty good idea of which school I was going to attend. My mom was browsing the newspaper one morning, and heard of a new school being developed in our county. We decided to go to the information session. That day, we started out with the intent of arriving on time. We were on the NJ Parkway in the middle of inclement weather (snow and ice). The windshield wipers on the car stopped working. We had to stop and clear the windshield periodically. We had the choice to turn around, but decided to keep on going.
We got to Raritan Road as it said in the address, and drove up and down looking for the school. We went the full length of Raritan Road twice and could not find the school anywhere. We stopped at a gas station for directions. We learned that we were on the wrong Raritan Road! There was another Raritan Road only 3 miles from where we were. Who in their right mind gives two roads so near to each other the same name?
We got to the other Raritan Road, and arrived at the information session before it was over. I will never forget that experience because it truly is a defining moment for me. I believe attending that school made me who I am today. I believe I was supposed to attend that school. I know I am here and doing well because of going there. All because my mom was browsing the newspaper, and did what mothers do - keeping my best interests and future in mind.
Everything happens for a reason. The good and bad experiences define us. I once told a friend that hindsight is 20/20 vision for a reason. That is God's point of view.
I can't thank my mom enough for all that she has done for me. I remember her saying once, in her humorous way, "One day you will wish to find a wife like your mother." I'll keep my fingers crossed.
~JL (getting the voice back)
"These blogs allow me to order and translate our beliefs into a common language, which ultimately allows me to relate my learnings and beliefs to others. If that is not a definition of who you are, then I don't know what is. So in essence, this blog since its start is the most accurate definition of who I am, and every entry I continue to learn more about myself, because lets face it, any individual cannot be defined in a sentence or even a paragraph. If a picture is worth a thousand words, imagine how many a lifetime is worth."
Somewhere along the line, I lost my voice. This evening, I was reviewing some of my older posts, because there was a particular blog about interest, passion and motivation that I recalled writing. When I signed in, I was surprised to find that I had over 130 posts to this blog, yet it has been almost a year since my last entry.
I was struck by the statement I found, and it casued me to wonder whether I lost sight of who I am. I remember vividly that I had a clear understanding of my thoughts and beliefs. I still do, but I have not been continuing to learn about myself as I did a few years ago. This exercise is important. I feel my absence was due to a form of writer's block, but after some thought, I realized that I kept trying to top myself developing entries that I could look at and be proud of in some way. That is the completely wrong motivation. Truth is that after looking back, I am proud of all my entries, and I know that some of my best entries were ones where I just typed and kept going. I'm going to get my voice back.
Much has happened over the past year. Some of my earlier entries were written before I started my job. At that time, I could write about experiences I had throughout the day. They were personal, and not business sensitive. Now that my time belongs to someone else during the day, to an extent, I feel it limits what I have to talk about. I think that is a major change that led to a decline in posts, BUT I've learned so much about life in general over the time that I have been here, that I have ample to think and write about.
I am truly blessed. I write this at a time when there is uncertainty throughout America and the rest of the world. There are hundreds of thousands of people out of work and more to follow. I am humbled and live life thinking that everything happens for a reason. With every experience, figure out how you will grow stronger because of it.
I told a story today to some coworkers themed around a defining moment in my lifetime. I had a week to think about it, and I came up with one that I believed was fitting.
In 1997, I was in 8th grade and preparing to enter high school. I had a pretty good idea of which school I was going to attend. My mom was browsing the newspaper one morning, and heard of a new school being developed in our county. We decided to go to the information session. That day, we started out with the intent of arriving on time. We were on the NJ Parkway in the middle of inclement weather (snow and ice). The windshield wipers on the car stopped working. We had to stop and clear the windshield periodically. We had the choice to turn around, but decided to keep on going.
We got to Raritan Road as it said in the address, and drove up and down looking for the school. We went the full length of Raritan Road twice and could not find the school anywhere. We stopped at a gas station for directions. We learned that we were on the wrong Raritan Road! There was another Raritan Road only 3 miles from where we were. Who in their right mind gives two roads so near to each other the same name?
We got to the other Raritan Road, and arrived at the information session before it was over. I will never forget that experience because it truly is a defining moment for me. I believe attending that school made me who I am today. I believe I was supposed to attend that school. I know I am here and doing well because of going there. All because my mom was browsing the newspaper, and did what mothers do - keeping my best interests and future in mind.
Everything happens for a reason. The good and bad experiences define us. I once told a friend that hindsight is 20/20 vision for a reason. That is God's point of view.
I can't thank my mom enough for all that she has done for me. I remember her saying once, in her humorous way, "One day you will wish to find a wife like your mother." I'll keep my fingers crossed.
~JL (getting the voice back)
posted by JC at 9:39 PM
2 Comments:
Always a fan - Glad to have you back. :}
Hey J... welcome back. I lost my voice too, but it's back now.
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