It's Just A Number...Or Is It? (Hug A Vet Day)

11/11/11 looks like an ominous date.  Everything I've seen from the number eleven means angels are trying to speak to you.  The sum of this date is number 6.  Here's what I've determined from numerology:

Number 6 is the number of compassion, harmony, and responsibility.  Sounds appropriate to show compassion on Veteran's Day.  Or my termonology--hug a vet day! (or even a little bit more as the case may be). I'm only free to express my gratitude to you all on the forums and not in a carnal way so...I'd like to thank my Veteran's out there!  You are awesome!

Back to dates...I'm not inclined to think anything exponentially tremendous, good or bad, will happen today but I do know that the number eleven is a number in which Angels try to communicate to you.  On this day you might get a tap on the shoulder with no one being behind you or you might miracoulously be saved from an accident.  People might get a feeling of spirituality.  

It's also a good day to perform visual, musical or performing arts.  I'm going to include writing 'cause it's visual.  Riding horses could be a form of performing art.  Yeah that's it!  So while the date might be a peculiar oddity it's really just another number...or is it?

What Is Success Made Out Of?

You've heard it before: Success comes with hard work, persistence, perseverance, patience and determination.  But what about those that success comes to them overnight?  

I've looked into it and "overnight" means ten years of perfecting a craft.  Even those who seemingly just picked up a pen and started writing novels that sold straight away to a publisher--they were English teachers for ten years.  

That super talented rock star that can pick up a new instrument and start playing it in ten minutes had a crap load of studying different musical influences and worked with them all.  

Then there's beginners luck.  Here I agree with Paulo Coelho (author of "The Alchemist") when King Solomon says "The universe wants you to succeed...".  It's true.  You're gifts are revealed to you and because it's easy you think you can do it...and so you can.  As the road gets harder you must remember that whatever is attained by work becomes precious to the laborer.  (Would mother's still love their children if there was no labor involved?)

So yes success is made out of blood, sweat and tears.  What better motivation than to earn self-respect.  What better way to weed-out those who don't truly want it. Success is made out of the core within you.

Balance Does Not Mean Equal

I came across a tid-bit of information I found interesting.  A doctor told me trace amounts of sionide in our bodies is necessary for our good health.  This made me realize that balance does not mean equal parts but rather amounts of things that come together to make the whole ideal.  

Ideal is another objective word.  Ideal is not perfect or even excellent but rather what one wants in a situation.  Ideal for one may not be ideal for another just like excellence but ideal is separate because it's a situation that does not require your all.  

I only stray from the original thought to make clear that ideal and balance both sometimes have misconceptions placed upon those poor little words.  So when I say one must have a ratio of balance between work, marketing, and training for a small business I dont mean split the time up in equal parts.  

As I discussed before markeitng, training, customer service and actual work is summed up in not parts of 25% each but rather larger and smaller chunks.  This is the balance I'm talking about.  Everyone's balance is different.  You might be able to balance a healthy diet of 55% vegetables and 45% candy.  So when you see the scales think of justice not balance because half and half won't even out if one scale has an elephant and the other a mouse. 

 

10 Minutes At A Time

I can't recall how many times I've read this term.  When I plan on sitting down and writing I don't think of time, I think of scenes.  All I ever want to do is write one scene a day. 

Sometimes that can take as long as eight hours.  Knowing that can give me mind cramps.  Eight hours?  I don't often have eight hours to write.  Heck, I don't often have eight hours to work most days.  But what pushes me to start is "10 minutes". 

It's not a case of attention span, it's a case of cramming every bit of life in a day.  I never say something will take me just 10 minutes.  I don't lie to myself like that.  I say I'll work on it for 10 minutes.  It's enough to get over the anxiety of not working on something else and get writing.  Somedays I can write for eight hours just sticking to the 10 minutes rule.  I get interupted like anyone else but roll with it.  Breaking down a story by scenes helps me create the best book possible.  Every scene is important.  I look at it from the perspective that I can come to it fresh.  I don't write like a mad woman for those 10 minutes.  I ponder my route, I think of what I want to say and I might get a sentence on paper.  But I don't compare my progress to others. 

I write how I write and sometimes I can only write that one 10 minute sentence in a day.  Hey look I wrote this post in ten minutes and I've written one novel like that.  If I can do it...

All Saints Day

Today is the day I go all spiritual on your azz.

Last night was my holy night; a night of family and of looking forward to the coming year end.  This marks the first day of the last months.  

This month’s beginning represents not of a rush for presents, but of reflection and gratefulness.  

My every-other day blogs are an offering to you of me and who I am.  Writing is my sacrament.  On this day where every exalted being finds a way to make miracles known, I recognized each one of you as a saint.  For each one of you has performed a miracle worthy of saint-hood in my lifetime.  

Q4U:  What Saint/Angel do you most identify with?