And yes, this is the corniest, most Zig Ziglerish title I’m ever written. Truth is, I’ve always had an extremely difficult time believing in business self-improvement-for-the-betterment-of-sales mantras. They’d taught themselves a secret language, these business people; one where everything’s a challenge, which actually is a tremendous opportunity, provided our commitment is tasked correctly. I’m supposed to put my faith in a network of juiced-in, buzzword-happy communications majors that speak some ancient form of hyperbole?
Step 3: made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God, as we understood Him.
But I’m not on stage, addressing 1,500 people inside an amphitheater that doubles as a mega church, strutting back and forth with a wireless mic growing out of the side of my head. I’m commuting to work at 6:30 in the morning, and it’s legal to buy alcohol at 6:00. There’s a gas station. There’s a convenience store. Another suburb, another opportunity.
Thankfully, I’m beyond hiding in the house for fear of being overwhelmed by temptation. Plus, complete isolation is never, ever the answer. So I’m out and about, in and out of lanes, up and down elevators, to and from the break room. Prayers help, as does exercising for twenty minutes this morning. It’s nice, getting the feeling that I’m not only willing to do something, I’m actually doing something! That never used to happen. It was a whole bunch of talk, of hot air, of hyperbole. I had learned a language as well, one of excuses and lies and witty euphemisms.
Today, I’m finding that the key to everything related to my feelings and emotions is this: Get out ahead of it. Put out fires before they start. Be willing to commit the time to right-sizing my thoughts and instincts whenever, wherever. It’s no less embarrassing than the inappropriate behavior that comes from letting them build.