FILL MY PLATE
Saturday Sept. 6, 2014
Our mind plays tricks.
Plays them on us – and not always in a way friendly to us.
Sometimes we need to trick it back, teach it, re-teach it what we can do, what we are capable of rather than repeating old tapes reminding us of our limitations.
We are, limitless.
In everything.
Every one of us.
While science proves to us there are many absolutes – many facts in life, my experience with people suggests to me there are very few absolutes.
Very little is predictable.
Even less can be counted on with certainty.
Decisions to make change in our lives are easy.
We all make them, often.
Often they begin with lovely words like “I should do that …
Or, “I resolve to ________”.
Of everyone who vows to get in shape, how many do?
Of everyone who vows to lose weight, how many do?
Of everyone who says they’ll work harder, do better, be more effective or accomplish their stated goals, how many actually do?
Doing, it seems to me, is more effective than talking about doing.
This day will be one of much accomplishment – I know it will. I have several bushels of paper sequentially spread, file upon file, pile after pile, to look at today. Some will be ‘tomorrow-ed’, some will be acted upon, some will be jettisoned. Tomorrow, that table will be empty.
Tomorrow that table will be ready to receive new things.
And on that table there will be a plate.
That plate will be empty – but in want of filling.
Come, please, fill my plate – let’s feast on opportunity and guzzle our fill of joy juice.
Mark Kolke
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 9C/47F, clear and calm, beautiful sunrise again – trees looking nervous, afraid to stay green … some already yellowish reminders what month it is. Gusta, oblivious to my observations, keeps her nose to the ground in search of the elusive missing critter whose path she is following. It’s good for a laugh.
