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Should I feel guilty about living my life exactly like I want to? I woke up early this morning and went straight to the gym for the first time in over a year, showing my newly laminated Recreation Center ID card to a semi-conscious teenager.
“Do I get a tour?”
“Nope, you just work out.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I only did the treadmill for 30 minutes but it was just enough to get some Chi moving in the right direction. I then took my oldest daughter to her drama class downtown while my wife stayed home to prepare us for a family getaway. We are heading to Boulder, CO and staying the night at what the kids call “a fancy hotel”. This time, I’m leaving my Iphone at home. If a publisher calls and wants to connect with me, it will have to wait till Monday. It’s family time. Now that’s a major shift.
“Now Dennis, do you think it is smart to be staying at an expensive hotel and spa one week after quitting your job?”
“Well Yes, I do!” You see, we can afford to stay at a fancy hotel. I can tell myself a story about how we can’t afford it and that it is irresponsible, but it would not be a true story. Here is my definition of responsibility: The excited state of an entire family being more important than whether they wake up Monday morning with $250 more in their bank account?
I have struggled with how to present my days to others because it sounds too good to be true. I notice myself downplaying the moments of relaxation and contentment. “What did you do today?” “Oh, I had a busy day. I worked on my website, I spoke to my accountant, I called 10 organizations to see if they are interested in tours to Italy and met with a few businessmen about income generation while I write.
I conveniently leave out the activities that are the antithesis of my life at the university:
“After helping to get kids ready for the day, I meditate or do a Yoga video. I then I head to a coffee shop and start writing. I look around the shop and notice there are laptops all around me with people doing what I am doing; living life on their terms, doing it their way. Some are students cramming for the next exam but some are writers pouring through articles and books searching for moments of inspiration. I speak to people all day about my true story and about the possibility of transformation. I meet with my mentor to learn how to better connect with higher energetic frequencies and the Akashic Records. I teach Spanish to an Italian, while he in turn teaches me his native tongue. I take walks in the park- jotting down on a notepad inspired thoughts about my new path, my new books and how I can better serve. In short, I do everything I can to let go of the stresses of the past eight years and function from a place of peace.
Some have asked me whether I think it is wise to share so much about my plans in this blog. “What if your idea gets stolen and someone else writes a book with the same title and uses the same logo?”
My response is: “That would be wonderful! If someone else beats me to the punch then I will read their book. I might even write the forward!”
I believe that if we have found a path which lead to insights that bring us joy, then it is our duty to share it with everyone. Holding back our thoughts so that we convince ourselves that we are in complete control of the way we are viewed, is part of the same energy system that keep us from realizing our inherent potential. To believe that our road to fulfillment is so narrow, that we have to do all we can to prevent our ideas from being taken from us, is fear masquerading as good business sense.
I know there are a myriad of ways to get published, to teach principles of manifestation, to heal others and to let go of fear. I trust in a higher wisdom that has been around the block a bit longer than my human self to gently guide me through the perfect vehicle for my personal growth.
The four of us were at a coffee shop yesterday afternoon playing a card game. It was a set of questions that were to be asked of children as well as adults. The last question was the most fun. My wife started with my oldest daughter. “If you could ask God one question, what would it be?”
My daughter’s response: “God, how old ARE you?”
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