My dad didn’t start out a Jazz fan at all. He found it confusing. He was not a musician, and he didn’t think of himself as having musical talent. Growing up, I rarely heard him sing, I sometimes heard him hum a tune, and sometimes he would clap his deformed hands. As a burn victim, he couldn’t really flatten his hands to make much of a sound, but he tried nonetheless. He was always quiet when it came to music, so I have no idea really if my dad could carry a tune in a bucket.
Tag: friendship
Lesson #8- It’s okay to change your opinions, don’t be too proud of them. Change them all the time - from Lessons from My Father. I have learned that I do often need to examine my opinions, and be willing to change them; and in my opinion, everyone should do the same. Especially when it comes to the relationships in our lives. To everyone you meet, who you may end up calling a friend, be willing to listen to them. And before you end a relationship over an opinion, you should ask yourself if it’s really worth that cost.
This month I have been consuming two books, one on audio and the other on my Kindle. I have admittedly shared before on my blog that I am a worrier, and for me it is dibilitating at times. I am also a procrastinator. Furthermore, I worry about being a procrastinator. Next, my mind is very good at judging me, and while sometimes that helps me do things that accomplish goals, often those judgements just beat me up and wear me down. Yeah, I intellectually get that my circumstance is not unique. Bottom line, I can’t seem to successfully live by the rules my mind makes up for me. It’s tiring, and often even depressing.
I’m learning to celebrate what I don’t do; the TV I don't watch, the debts I don’t take on, the expenses I don’t have, the desert I don’t eat, the drink I don’t have, the time I don't spend on things.
Danny Kolke 