Day 36,526…

Ever wonder why so few people author and live their opus, their labor of love?

It’s just a little bit easier to get busy and tell ourselves – One day. One day I’ll take the time, just not today, ‘cause I’m too busy, too scared, too poor, too much, or too little. One day, we tell ourselves. One day. So, we get a job and get busy getting work done. We do. We get more responsibility so we can do more. We get even more responsibility so we can do more on steroids. Pretty soon, oftentimes without our awareness, we are on the do do do trail and around every turn it’s no longer sunshine and kittens. We start to step in some do do and it kinda stinks. We burn out. We blow up. We can’t wait to stop doing and seek distractions to dull us from the chronic pain. We take the 3rd, 4th, and 5th drink. We turn to porn in the late afternoon. We turn to pills when we’re on the road. We burnout and it’s not bright. This is not opus. This is labor in some form or another and we can’t wait to get to the top of this trail where everything will be better when we finally arrive in control. Sadly, when we arrive at do do summit, it too stinks – this time to high heaven. Yikes.

The do do trail leads right where you would expect it to if you ever slowed down enough to think about it. Few take the time ’cause they tell themselves they’re too busy to do so. Funny, huh. Opus is a labor of love and we can’t wait to do what we’ve dreamed of doing. We dream and do. Dream and do. Dream and do. We catch our breath when we reach the summit of Dream and Do mountain and look out over the horizon for another target. We can’t wait to cover new ground, discover new trails, and try new things on this journey with seemingly no end. This is the recipe for sustained greatness and the fountain of youth too. One word makes a world of difference. Laborers do do. Opus practitioners dream and do. Which one are you?

It is depressing when you think about the do do trail, isn’t it. Yet the do do trail, today, is filled and overflowing with people of every age, occupation, and ethnicity. The do do trail is crowded and getting more so. Here’s the easy way out. The easy starting point to exiting the do do trail is to play with a few things you love and share them – play together, if you will. So, if you’re feeling stuck in labor and can’t seem to muster up the energy to turn it into a labor of love, take a few minutes and think like a kid. You do remember what it felt like back in the day, don’t you? Write out what you loved to do when you were younger and not quite so filled with obligations and responsibilities. Imagine what it might feel like to step into a few of your “love to’s,” instead of another pile of do do. This is what it feels like when your purpose here is filled with passion. As you rinse your purpose, remember this. And, get out and invest more time into a few of your love to’s that require you to move. You are meant to be in motion. So, if one of your love to’s is watching the sunset, do it. And, walk toward it. Grab a loved ones hand and ask them to walk toward the sun as it sets with you. Move.

Last night we celebrated Nick Cannell’s (Missi’s dad) 100th birthday by choosing to move. I grabbed his cane and replaced it with a golf club. As we shuffled toward the putting green at Muirfield Village Golf Club, he looked me in the eye and told me he felt 20 years younger just being on a golf course again. You see, friend, one of Nick’s love to’s is playing golf. His legs won’t let him do it anymore. Last night we walked toward the sun as it’s setting on all of us – he just knows it. We played together. He loved it. I did too. This is the power of opus, friend, your labor of love. Life is short, even if it lasts past one hundred. Don’t settle for do do do, friend. Catch some fire from your love to’s and dream and do, at least a little. Like Nick, you’re gonna feel alive again, you’re going to feel younger, lots younger. Love does work, doesn’t it? Love makes you feel younger. Slow down and sit with this one for awhile. Now that you’re feeling younger, regardless your number, lets take a look back at your opus and give it a rinse. Who knows, you just might be ready to really author it. See that wasn’t so hard, was it. It comes down to your mindset, friend.

One day or day one.

Nobody has the time. Nobody. Stop waiting, wishing, or wanting someone else to do it for you. One day it will be too late. Day one for dreaming and doing is today. Dream and do today, friend. Dream and do. You choose. Your choices have consequences. Happy hundred, young Nickies. Happy one hundred. Thank you for dreaming big way back in the day. Thank you for dreaming about donuts and doing them better, dreaming about pies and figuring out how to quick freeze the fruit, and dreaming and doing as if every day was day one. Thank you for making time. Thank you for building a marriage, a family, a faith, and a business around Mountain Top Pies. Thank you for believing. Thank you for believing enough to bring that fifth baby into the world – My Miss. Thank you for dreaming and doing so much good stuff. Thank you.

One day or day one, friend? Last night was just another day one for young Nickies. Day 36,526. Day one. Good. Live hard. Love harder (Thanks, Teeks)…

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