My three year old, Oliver, asks me every morning, “Daddy, where are you going today?”, and more often than not, I tell him I’m going to work. His answer is always the same, “I go with you?”, to which I typically say, “Sorry buddy, not today”. His quick response is, “but I want to
”. And I say, “I want you to come too, but I don’t know how much I would get done if you did”. Like a knife to my heart, he walks away disappointed.
Oliver’s best attribute is his smile. After a disastrous two months, I believe we can all do more smiling right now, so I’m sharing this story to hopefully get you to do just that. My wife and I made plans for a lunch date last week, Oliver included. When they arrived at the office, Oliver smiled at all my co-workers, jumped right in my lap, and finally had his “day at work”. He typed on my keyboard, worked with the mouse, talked to the receptionist on the phone, and had his share of snacks in the break-room. But the best part of it all was he was confident and loved every minute. It reminded me of a past mentor of mine, John-Roger, who would always advise me to, “Go where the fun is”. Like smiling, we could all use a little more fun in the new year, and I am no exception. So to sustain the joy Oliver spread throughout my office, before leaving work, I ordered three new toy Nerf guns for my boys and the game is on when I get home. Spread joy where you can today!
It is amazing how quickly life can change. When the Thomas Fire hit the hills above our community on December 4th, many people in Ventura and Santa Barbara Counties had already been displaced by mandate or by choice. For Californians, the act of packing up and evacuating, has sadly become the norm, as it brings back memories of the Tea Fire and the Jesusita Fire, and the half dozen fires we’ve experienced just over the past 10 years. I am awe-struck with the mobilization that took place, with over 8,400 firefighters courageously making their way onto the front line to fight this beast.
During the evacuation period, I was very disjointed with the disruption of my daily routine and felt a sudden void of inner balance. I expect each of us is coping in our own best way, but what’s eye opening when natural disasters occur, is that we very quickly take inventory of what we are grateful for. The things that matter most become so clear. For me that is the time I had with my family and in-laws while evacuated up North in Paso Robles. We played board games, cards, corn hole, and talked around the dinner table late into the night. A much needed respite from work and the temptation to check social media.
I believe it will take a lot of time, money, and national resources to heal from the enormous destruction of Thomas, and I find myself extremely worried about its impact on our local economy. But I also believe that gratitude can be found in the mess, because the fire broke preconceived boundaries between our neighbors, strangers, and the tireless first responders. In a time where society feels sadly divided, our community came together with one common goal, safety for everyone.
I wish you and your family a Blessed Holiday!
So I've had a lot of request from this video as to where these items can be purchased and what the items actually are. So I've put a list together of what they are. I would suggest that you only need to get the items you don't have or can't substitute with something else. Also, for those of you that know me, I do tend to believe that you get what you pay for, and I do most of my shopping at REI (for this kind of stuff). REI is like Nordstrom, you are going to get great service and if you don't like it or have a problem with it, they take care of you. With that said, please find a list in the attached link: Prepared Go Bag
I did find my compass it was in Wesley 10 essentials bag.
For those of you that know me well, you know I’m not one for watching sports. Not the stereotypical male, I suppose. As a spectator I find my attention drifts. However, in my youth I enjoyed playing a number of sports – soccer, basketball, baseball, football, and even hockey. I grew up on the East Coast so ice hockey was much more common. Also, after graduating college, I lived in Breckenridge, CO, where my love for hockey really developed and I played on an actual pond. For me the joy of sports is always in the play, the competition, and the camaraderie. I have to be in the game.
This time of year always brings back my longing to play hockey again. I can almost smell the ice rink and feel the itch to play. But, during my time on the ice, I endured two knee injuries which required surgeries, one at 27 and the other at 38. The last time I played was the night I blew out my left knee. My first shift out, the puck went close to the opposite blue line and I chased it down with one opponent on my heels. I was going as fast as I could and stopped sideways into the boards. Unfortunately my opponent made his best effort to keep up, but didn’t know how to stop as quick as I could. He plowed into me forcing my knee to buckle. I knew instantly that my days of playing hockey were over. Both my ACL and MCL had to be replaced and it was time to donate all my gear. I do dream to get in the game again. There is a league here in Santa Barbara for older guys like me. But it’s not worth the risk of going though that long recovery again. So instead I force myself to be the spectator and remind myself that sports can still be enjoyable watching from the sidelines.
In fourth grade my class at the Washington Waldorf School went on a week-long trip to a river in West Virginia. My Father was asked to be a chaperone and I was delighted to share the trip with him. It was October and unseasonably hot, and I remember that on the drive home we each had sack lunches with three chocolate chip cookies. My Father, not being one for sugar or following social protocols, announced to a van of eleven 4th graders that whomever could tell the dirtiest joke would get my Father’s three cookies. As you can imagine, all ten kids, not including myself, jumped to the occasion, and in a quick 24 hours my dear Father was sadly prohibited from participating in future school events.
To my surprise, 33 years later, I was asked to chaperone my son Wesley’s 6th grade class trip to CIMI and cabin with eight boys. Wesley, like myself, was ”super stoked” that I would experience the camp stories he would return home with. I feel blessed to have witnessed him kayak, snorkel, do science labs, perform skits, and mingle with his eleven-year-old peers.
Apparently, like my Father, I left quite an amusing impression on the kids I chaperoned! In reading their sweet hand-written thank you letters, it was clear I have a reputation of being rather strict and rigid. Many of their letters talked about getting them up too early and being the first group at breakfast, and that I made them do pushups if anyone was late. And one boy I’m particularly partial to, wrote that he felt really connected with me, but that perhaps I needed to loosen up a bit, maybe tell a few funny jokes now and then like Grandpa does.
Never had I imagined I would participate in a Triathlon, but on August 27th, I literally took the plunge. Even on the night before the big day, I went through a mental debate telling myself I should back out, that I had not properly trained, that the recent Great White shark sightings were a huge safety issue, plus as a Father of three, why would I take the risk? Yes, my mind was really working me over with fear, but I recently read about the power of vulnerability by author Brene Brown, “when we dare to drop the armor that protects us from feeling vulnerable, we open ourselves to the experiences that bring purpose and meaning to our lives. Vulnerability is the birthplace of joy, belonging, creativity, authenticity…and is our most accurate measure of courage.” So there I was at the Santa Barbara Triathlon, all alone, feeling extremely vulnerable, yet I finished in 55.07 min. I know that’s not a winning time, but I was still proud for stepping up to the challenge.
Reflecting back on this experience, I found that the Triathlon lacked that feeling of purpose and joy Brene speaks about. I wanted to feel that camaraderie and connection I’ve grown to appreciate while working-out as a group in my morning Fat Club (see July letter for reference). The sense of belonging to a team brings reward for me, far superior to a Triathlon metal. A good reminder that next year I won’t brave the Triathlon alone, because everything, including walking through our fears, is more joyful when done with friends.