Our sense of time and timing has such a big say in what we begin. Maybe that’s why, in our culture, the New Year is a time of resolution and resolve.
When we feel like time is starting over, we feel control. We feel that time is plentiful, and we are the masters of parcelling it out. That sense of control makes us dream bigger, more creatively, and more passionately. So instead of excuses we hear ourselves saying “Today is the first day of forever; I think I’ll clean my closets, learn to play piano and plant a rain forest.”
What if every day held the fresh-start potential of the most lucid New Year’s eve? What if we each became our own clockmaker and calendar keeper? What if time was not our censor but our muse? I’m thinking we’d have more piano players and rain forests, for starters.
Everyone is a stARTist on New Years Day! Don’t spend your resolution energy cleaning junk drawers or closets; use it to stART the thing you’ve always wanted to stART – A poem, a painting, a business . . . a run for the presidency.
Here’s the situation:
• Kansas City fashion designers create stunning garments, but have few local options to produce them.
• Local women at risk of poverty, abuse and crime need job training and jobs.
• American consumers want to buy products made close to home.
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When my youngest daughter graduated from high school, I released my first book, Do Your Laundry or You’ll Die Alone: Advice Your Mom Would Give if She Thought You Were Listening.
I did not start a book. I started my daughter’s senior year in high school. I started worrying. I started keeping track of an all-too-relatable back story:
Like so many parents, as I prepared to let my first daughter go off to college, I worried. I could not help but wonder if my values and teachings had made it through the noise of the past 18 years. Did she hear the rules of thumb and the cautionary tales? Were they even relevant? Did she know what she needed to know to take care of herself in this digitized, super-sized world?
Did she know that high fructose corn syrup is bad for you and sitting still in the quiet is good for you?
Did she know to give the elderly and infirm her seat on the bus and not to give money to a crack head?
Did she know how to do her laundry? The bleach splotches on her towels gave me my doubts.
As every mother of a daughter knows, at some point, girls stop listening to us, usually right about the time the important stuff comes into play. It is frightening not knowing which important lessons they heard and which ones ended up on the cutting room floors of their busy, short- attention-span lives.
So after my daughter got settled in her dorm, I sent her a care package in the shape of an e-mail. Subject line: Do your laundry or you’ll die alone.
She read it all. She told me to make it a book. I did. Now Oprah is telling people to read it. Everything stARTs where it stARTs.
Now you can pass on my 270 tidbits of advice to your favorite mom or launching loved one – for graduation or summer break.
The ingredients and connections that form an idea come from possibilities the mind has already accepted. In other words, we can’t really form an idea that we don’t think is possible. So stART work on the idea your mind has offered up. Bring your deepest knowledge to the process. The idea may shift, change course, or morph as you go. Begin where you are. But don’t dismiss a compelling notion because reality throws a wet blanket on it. Inherent in the idea is the ability to stART it.