If you’ve read any book on achieving success in life, you know that goal setting is part of the deal. But it’s kind of like wine. A glass with dinner may be good for your heart, but two or three bottles in a sitting is a real problem.
“Every New Year’s Eve, I make a list of 100 goals for the coming year, without fail.”
— Mark Victor Hansen
I attended a Mark Victor Hansen seminar where he said that everyone needs to create a list of 100 goals on New Year’s Eve for the coming year. Well, I was…
The birth of the artist begins with frustration. Words aren’t right. Ceramics are lopsided. Painting is juvenile.
Over time, your art changes and you change with it. Frustration gives way to fascination. People…not just your mother…compliment your creations…and not out of pity. You churning out good stuff.
That’s when you hear it. The siren call. And you like what you hear. Fascination morphs into infatuation… self-infatuation. “You’re special,” the wind whispers in your ear. “You could be the next…”
….really, really famous and super rich artist in the very near future? Yeah. You see it. You believe it. It’s all…
This morning, my Apple keyword gave out on me. It wasn’t the entire keyboard… just the space bar…still kind of important to a writer. I had to rummage through a couple of dusty boxes to dig out a replacement.
Now I’m stuck with an ancient clickity-clack Dell keyboard…pure crap. That’s reason enough to take the day off from writing. But, it’s not the only reason. Not today.
The Los Angles Rams are playing those-that-shall-not-be-named. A long time ago, I lived in LA. I was sure I was never going to leave California, so the Rams became my home team.
Having the reputation of being a doer is important in all walks of life. It might get you a promotion, it could make your kids proud of you and maybe, just maybe get your spouse off your back.
Before we delve into the cunning ways of achieving the prestige associated with being a doer, I must warn you, dear reader, this how-to article may not be for you.
For instance, if you work from home, aren’t married and have precious few friends, don’t waste your time reading this. You have no one to impress.
And if you’re already a doer…
You were born an artist. It’s in your DNA. No matter what your passion… painting, pottery, sculpting, jewelry, woodworking or weaving…you are driven to create. Bringing art to life is what makes life worth living.
How special you are to be born with such innate creativity. Art lovers marvel at your work. It touches them emotionally and fulfills them in a way that nothing else can. The life of an artist is just great. Well, maybe great is overstating it a little.
Something’s missing in that wonderful life of yours. You can feel it but can’t put your finger on…
Jerks come in all shapes and sizes: road raging lunatics, smug trust fund babies, racist relatives who don’t think they are racists and, of course, politicians. They all deserve regular ridicule but aren’t the subject of this article.
Today, we are going to talk about someone who, unfortunately, artists run into far too frequently. And that’s the art lover and worthless cheapskate, Freddie Freeloader.
You know the type. Freddie gushes over your work. “Wow, this painting is just amazing. You’re so talented.” He goes on and on. …
Are you looking to accomplish great things? How about pretty good things? Or maybe just anything other than taking a nap? Yes, those are all good goals. And as any success guru will tell you, you need a list.
Creating a TTD (the professional acronym for “Things-To-Do”) may seem overwhelming at first, but there’s no reason to panic.
I’m sure there are many things you’ve been told to do by your parents, bosses, significant others and the like. But, let’s face it, those chores aren’t very appealing. If they were, you would have done them already, right?
So, what can…
Expect the unexpected. You’ve heard that before. Maybe you’ve said that before. It has a nice ring to it. It makes no sense at all. We never know what we’re going to encounter from one minute to the next. And there’s no way to prepare for some things.
Believe me, I know.
Ten years ago on a beautiful spring day, my world was rocked by an encounter with the unknown. I was heading out the door on an errand of great importance. We were out of ice cream. I strode confidently out of the garage and towards my car. …