Category Archives: Creation

Failing Forward


Dear Jack ~ In life you will stumble, trip, fall down, get beat up (both literally and figuratively), take blows and hit brick walls but our goal is to slide across the finish line head first.  Dust yourself off, get up, and carry yourself forward.  Progress not perfection.  It’s this, that’s separates the men from the boys.

Life is one giant experiment and you hold the beaker in your hand.  It’s up to you which direction you take your life but I implore you to make it a productive and fun filled journey.  Life is too short to be boring and it’s not meant to be meandered through.  Learn from your failures.  Tuition is free to The School of Hard Knocks and is one of life’s most potent antidotes.

Carry yourself with enthusiasm and approach life with a light hearted mentality and any setbacks you are dealt are just trials and small tribulations the likes of which are easily surmountable.  Look to the sky and remember this too soon shall pass.

The Only Way Out Is Through


Dear Jack ~ The buffalo is an amazing creature.  In the rolling Flint Hills of Kansas storms form quickly. Cattle join together, birds form a flock and sheep look for their Shepard; but they all run East from the storms and impending weather.  What makes the buffalo unique, both in our home state and others, is it senses the barometric pressure change, looks a storm in the eye, and barrels it’s way through.  It knows that the intermediate pain will pail in comparison to the alternative.

This is how we must approach life.  Instead of rolling with, we must bury our heads and plow through. The human psyche is motivated by one of two things; either to avoid pain or gain pleasure. Think about it.  It’s the former that we must tackle head on.

When things seem tough, the obstacles insurmountable and we are overwhelmed beyond our wildest dreams, tuck your head in, eye your obstacle and charge your way in.

The only way out is through.


As a Man Thinketh


Dear Jack ~ Take time to think deeper.  The subtle art of pondering has been lost in today’s hustle and bustle mentality.  I encourage you to spend alone time, with pen and paper.  You need not move mountains but sometimes slowing down and thinking out loud can be tremendously beneficial.  Perhaps it’s quite time in the morning or after the house is asleep… whatever it is do it consistently, with enthusiasm and with an insatiable curiosity.

Research suggests that simply writing down your goals, aspirations, and wishes can increase their likelihood of success by as much as 70%.  That’s pretty powerful.  Be in the top 1%.  Write it down.  The kinesthetic nature of putting pen to paper takes tactility to another level.

Farmers used to carry small index notebooks to keep a careful eye over their crops and monitor planting.  We can learn from these men and women of the land.  The human brain can only store a finite amount of information but cataloguing and indexing your ideas can create a mental filing cabinet from which some of your best and brightest ideas may take root.  Make your thinking cap a permanent wardrobe fixture and the sky’s the limit.

My Hut’s On Fire


Dear Jack ~ what follows is a true story.  Several years ago a shipwrecked gentlemen found himself alone washed up on a small island in the South Pacific.  Not trained in the art of survival he was surely doomed as he had not the skills to equip him for this daunting plight.  He foraged for food, attempted to create fire, and occupy his mind while awaiting his fate.  He scavenged for branches and leaves to build a small shelter to protect him for the frosty night air and countless potential predators.

After a few weeks, with his bony face sunken in and in complete despair, he through his hands in the air asking “why me?”  As his stomach panged, he entered the wooded landscape in attempt to find microgreens or small edibles and when he returned, the small hut he constructed of palm branches and fig leafs, was engulfed in an inferno the likes of which he had never seen before.  How is this possible he asked?  He threw himself on the beach, the taste of saltwater in his cheeks and sand in his gums.  After some time, he looked up and saw a Coast Guard boat.  As the vessel beached and the Captain approached the man hugged him and clenched him in his arms.  “How on earth did you ever find me?,” muttered the man.  “I followed the smoke.”

What’s my point?  You know my point.  It’s in times of complete despair when things seem hopeless, the grind is painful and the heat is turned up that we grow and thrive.  We all go through seasons of pruning; it’s how we react that creates achievers.