in which we discuss - excuses

Alright? You might have seen me and Winnie talking about his taking action once in a blue moon on new years eve. If you didn't then get with the programme, coz after today you and him only have 364 days left this year to get your acts together! I made him have the day off today. He was going plastering, but I slept right across the bed and he couldn't get comfortable as Winnie took up most of the rest. That meant the aches and pains he had from doing that ceiling yesterday were still there when he woke up. It's the only way I can focus him, but then he started bitching about being stiff. I got him on the computer to show him some things he needed to see. Share them around a bit. It's not only him that has a head fullof excuses where ideas for activity should be. You might be doing someone a favour passing this on..

This Colombian matey could have moaned about not be able to dance due to having only one leg, and he could have used that as an excuse not to meet women as well. He didn't do either, and as a result he is doing amazingly well in both departments. When Softboy whines about his aches and pains and lack of fitness, I'm making him watch this to get him on the weights and cross-trainer. He might get fit enough to dance and pull then. http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=246

He bought a guitar last year, as he has always wanted to play a musical instrument. He hasn't done anything with it since his first attempts, as he says his fingers are too short and he can't get them around the fret. Perseverence might have helped him, but he thought he'd be better off with a keyboard instead. It's called "diversionary quitting". That ain't a psychological term, it's a "Danism". My term for an observation of watching you people, especially him, scrape through life by offering another option as an excuse for quitting the first - with no intention of taking the second option. I might write a book about it. See, he then decided that broken knuckles from years of being a prat breaking tiles and bits of wood, and getting knocked about in karate tournaments would make that hard. It's almost clever isn't it? "I can't do that but I'll do this trade-off instead - oh shit, I can't do that either!" He says his fingers aren't long enough for a keyboard either. He came up with a load more excuses, but I got busy licking my butt - it took the nasty taste of his pathetically excused failure away. Then I showed him this vid. The cute young girl here had fingers that weren't exactly going to make her a concert pianist, but perseverence and love of music helped her umm.. scrape by. http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=168

Of course some people have genuine excuses. You can't be a decent baskeball player if you are simply too short... and have never actually been in a game... and are also autistic. Nobody told this kid called JMac that though, so he sort of went and did it anyway. I don't think he'd have cared if they'd told him he couldn't anyway. Just being put in as the manager of the team by a great coach who wanted to use his enthusiasm was good enough for him. It comes down to the three things Frank Dick OBE puts across in his ultimate coaching book "Winning", and what he said in the seminar at which Softo saw him speak. It's all about asking yourself what is your arena, what area of your life are you going to commit to trying your best? Whose badge do you wear, and are you committed to choosing the right team with which to train and prevail? Then, what is the number on your shirt, do you know YOUR place within that team, even if it isn't star player, and do you give your all for the team rather than seek personal glory? Then one day, the coach played a gamble. He put JMac in to the game, and to hell with the consequences..   http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=320

Spookily on this same site is another, older JMac. His story starts as a superstar athlete, and continues today as a megastar. Look, I started this by telling you that you and the Soft one have only 364 days left this year to make the change in your life that you want, or as they say on this site "Be the change you want to see". I was stretching credibility telling you that you definitely have 364 days. For all I know, you won't make it through the night, or past July. Or like the young man who didn't make it past September just over a year ago, and ended his life on a wet junction at the top of Tottenham Court Road in London outside PC World, when he was smashed off his motorbike and died in the arms of one of Softboy's workmates. Jim MacLaren in this last vid could have ended that way, but life had more in store for him.  http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=266

It's the first day of this year. Use it. He's going to, coz I ain't letting up this year. I could be a furry road rug any day, and the thought that I would have never tasted the 'Salmon of the Glens' before I carpeted a patch of cold and greasy tarmac gives me the willies. Carpe Diem before you Carpet Diem. Know what I mean? Well sort it then!