I lost ten thousand dollars yesterday. All because of a poorly-worded email. It was my mistake, nobody else’s, but it was easy to cast blame, to search for meaning in the midst of the unpredictable. It was the weather, Mercury in retrograde, the repercussions of deeply held trauma in my body. Something other than random error.
I was going too fast and made a mistake that cost me greatly, that’s the truth. And for the past twenty-four hours, I’ve been carrying the weight of that shame, the energy of I-should-have-known-better and I-can’t-believe-I-just-did-that. In my mind, such errors are unforgivable, at least when the stakes are so high and everything is riding on me. “This can’t happen,” I say to myself, thinking about bills and kids’ activities and another mortgage payment.
And yet, it did.
Today, however, the sun is shining, and my daughter has a glow on her face as she emerges from around the corner of her classroom to show me how she’s learning long division. It is her last day of school; summer is starting soon. My son proudly wears his new Crocs, adorned with a collection of carefully curated pins sticking out the tops of his very ugly shoes. He smiles, and so do I; we hug, two boys becoming men.
This is a good day.
Back home, my wife is probably sitting outside, sipping a latte, planning how she’s going to tend to her flowers this weekend. She gives them all names and talks to them, and I love watching her go. In a text, she asks when I’ll be back home and tells me she doesn’t need more coffee. My instincts are to see if I can do more, to go beyond what is expected, to keep pushing. But she reminds me that it is okay to relax, to “let it be enough.” And I sigh and nod and try to believe.
Earlier this week, I was reminded that Mary Morrissey’s Brave Thinking hit bookshelves, coincidentally releasing at the same time as Ray Edwards’ Read This Or Die. The timing was curious, as I worked on these books at different times and they have overlapping (but somewhat conflicting) messages.
Mary’s book is about changing your life through altering your thinking, by being brave enough to imagine a reality other than the one you have. Ray’s is about learning to live with what is, wrestling with the situations you can’t control and finding a way to make peace with them. The tension between these two books may be the central paradox of all human experience: to be both courageous in how we face life and flexible with what it throws at us. Knowing when to challenge our circumstances and when to accept them is the stuff most wisdom literature is made of, and I am still struggling to know when to do what.
What does it mean, to be brave? Must we stubbornly resist everything other than what we want, or is it okay to let some things go? And when is acceptance of what is just plain cowardice? Maybe, like all paradoxes, both ends of the spectrum can be true.
Let’s start with the “brave thinking” piece.
Bravery is not natural. Humans are creatures of comfort and defenders of the status quo. We biologically cling to what is easiest and most expedient, because that’s what feels safest to our animal bodies. Nonetheless, every once in a while, the most timid of creatures can still boldly buck their programming, exchanging temporary security for lasting satisfaction. We all have this capacity to transcend our circumstances, to go beyond what we are told is possible. We just tend to forget it.
To create some things in life, we are required to think more courageously. We’ve all done this in some shape or form, and it can be enlightening to look back on such moments when we did the unthinkable: quitting a steady job to chase a crazy dream, ending a relationship in hopes of a new and better life, and so on. To reflect on the chapters of a story that is still being told is a wonderful way to remember that you are more resilient than you think.
And still, sometimes shit happens.
You get fired. Lose ten grand. Make a dumb mistake and have to live with it. And that’s when you have to figure out not just when to be brave, but how. This is where acceptance comes into play. It’s not enough to pick a fight with every single moment, demanding things be some way other than how they are. No one can live a decent life by constantly challenging the way it unfolds. Before you can change reality, you first have to face it. And that requires surrender.
When Ray Edwards got Parkinson’s, he initially denied the seriousness of the illness, believing he would be miraculously healed. This belief almost killed him. It was only when he made peace with what was that he had some control over what could be. And that’s how he found a way to redeem his situation: not by surrendering to it but by turning something terrible into something beautiful. A preacher once told me that “God only blesses or redeems.” Although the explanation seemed simplistic, I liked it. Maybe everything is either a blessing to be enjoyed or a story to one day laugh at. Or, again, perhaps it’s both.
What is the right tension between loving what is and resisting entropy? When do we need to change our life by thinking radically different thoughts, and when do we need to face the music of our situation? I don’t always know; but perhaps these aren’t so different. Isn’t it possible to be both ambitious and content at the same time? The creaks in your joints can be both ailments that require your attention as well as reminders of your own frailty, yes? You are both temporary and everlasting; and navigating this tension is the challenge of being alive.
What I know is this: When I try to control every little thing, I suffer. I get angry at the mistakes I made when I wasn’t paying attention. Living in fear of repeating the past, I take fewer risks, and my life starts to shrink. At this point, I am playing small, worried about the slightest misstep, settling for less. Resentment builds, and I feel frustrated at the chain of events that led to this point. I want to be anyplace other than here. Want to get back that money. Want it to not bother me.
In these moments of dissatisfaction, there is a voice inside that seems to say here is but a station, a stopover point on the way to “there.” Once again, I am lost in my mind, searching for answers that do not exist, waiting for a time that may never arrive. And I have to wonder: Is this just another version of hoping for heaven while missing the magic of now? Maybe all the glory I long for can be found in the song of a cardinal who proudly sits atop a streetlamp and watches me hurry along. Perhaps the only Paradise I ever lost is still lurking in my yard somewhere, hidden in the flowers that keep leaning towards the sun. I don’t know. Maybe the only beatific vision is a simple glimpse of today, one where I zoom out far enough to see that it all works out.
Eventually.
In a minute, I will pack up my laptop and leave the coffee shop where I’ve spent the majority of the morning. My wife keeps asking if I’ve left yet, and I have not. Later in the day, our paths will intersect and she and I will make our way to the front porch, where we see everything more clearly. Perhaps, as is often the case, we’ll laugh at the latest onslaught of little dramas. It’s always only a matter of time before we eventually chuckle at what previously felt unbearable. With enough time, almost any challenge becomes a source of levity. Maybe this is why comedians poke at taboo subjects, as a way of reminding us that even this is all part of the great, cosmic joke.
Could it really be so simple? But isn’t it all so very serious? Yes.
Bravery might not be resistance to what is as much as a willingness to see another story, one where every unresolved thread eventually collides at the intersection of what is both difficult and hilarious. And surrender may simply be allowing what is without letting it destroy you—even on weeks when you feel like a fuck-up. Perhaps it’s all going to be okay. But that doesn’t mean I won’t proofread my email next time.
P.S. To work out this tension in your own life, I suggest you pick up both Ray Edwards’ Read This or Die (which still comes with a a bunch of free bonuses available here) and Mary Morrissey’s Brave Thinking. I had the privilege of working on both these titles and learned something from each of them. Together, they may teach you how to make the most of your life and never settle for anything less than a life you would love.
Jeff- as an adopter of your very early videos related to how to increase one's ability to earn financial rewards I am so much more inspired by your reincarnation as a muse rather than a striving entrepreneur who inspired so many to look for "out of the box" options for wealth.
There are small hints of the old "circus barker", but this newly displayed muse appears to be striving to understand life(like the rest of us). Your discussions, because that is what they are, inspire thoughtful introspection, a chance for us to look at our own thoughts while reading yours. That space allows us to grow-just a little closer to understanding the challenges and the opportunities we have been blessed with. So thanks for sharing so much of what's inside you and I look forward to growing with you and your devoted fan base.
Take care-
Kathy
A former yoga instructor of mine said suffering is caused by the difference between what is and what we wish it to be. Your beautiful piece captures the tension and the struggle. I have found it true that acceptance minimizes suffering. Doesn't mean it is easy. Or that mastering it in one situation makes new ones easier. But the insight helps, and like you, I write to advance the process.