10-31-2022, 02:06 PM
Man, nobody likes Sunday nights!
Actually, to qualify that I should say nobody who works for "The Man" (or Woman as the case might be!) likes them old Sunday nights- Why? Because it leads to the inevitable Monday morning blues! I remember it all too well, back when I used to have a J.O.B. (I'll remind again of the acronyms)-
Just Over Broke
Joke Of a Boss
Journey Of the Broke
Just Obey Boss
Jump Out of Bed
etc.
I also wanted to dig the dagger a LITTLE deeper (you KNOW it's because I only want the BEST for you, sometimes, well, we need to cut open a wound and stitch it up with some cold, hard reality to ignite those afterburners in you again...)
Here's a little ditty I read every so often from the esteemed M.J. DeMarco from his epic tome that should be on EVERYBODY's nightstand- "UNSCRIPTED"-
As he so eloquently paints the picture for us:
It’s Monday morning, 5:15 a.m.
For the third time, my iPhone is screaming that Nickelback song I once
loved, but now hate. Another snooze and I’ll be late.
Yes, it’s time to wake up.
After cursing myself for not changing that d*** song to something by
Metallica, I yank myself out of bed, slightly hungover from the night before. I
dread the day—actually no, the week—to come. Needing a jump start, I
stumble into the shower, hoping for a clean perspective. No luck. The 18
forthcoming day rivals getting a colonoscopy. As I lynch-tie my neck and arm
my suit, regret and resignation ravage my soul.
Something is not right.
Perhaps it’s the $800 suit. Perhaps it’s the credit card that paid for the
suit. Perhaps it’s the stinking realization that my weekend highlight was
watching two mediocre football teams play in the Las Vegas Bowl. Perhaps
it’s the morning darkness and the stark reality that my short Cancun vacation
is still months away.
Unfortunately, this is no time for a Jesus moment.
With moments to eat, I grab an artificially colored bowl of sugar-coated
grain. With one eye on the clock and another on the meal plan pinned to the
refrigerator—the one I’m supposed to follow religiously for the next eight
weeks—I blame Toucan Sam for my first transgression.
Minutes later, I lumber to the driveway and wriggle into my car, sealing
myself in the frigid cabin. My breath shivers a cloud. “Ugh,” I groan. Even
my new Mercedes C-Class and its fifty-seven payments remaining has lost its
luster. I back out of my driveway and head to the freeway.
For the next hour, I sit trapped, fender-to-bumper in my little box, with
thousands of other people like me. What I don’t know is that my fellow
commuters, some appearing more successful than I, are not happy either.
Like me, they’ve failed their diets, failed their purpose, and failed their
dreams. As a result, they’ve bribed their misery with more expensive boxes
adorned with softer leather, shinier chrome, and fancier gadgets—boxes
branded by prestigious insignia such as Lexus, Audi, and BMW.
Their mission, like mine, is appeasement: to bribe themselves into
believing that they are different from the other 20,000 souls enslaved by the
same paradigm imprisoning me...
OK ok, thanks Theo, you've cut me a little deep, dug your stick in there to stir up the pain- How in the heck is FRANK KERN of all people going to pull me out of this doldrum matrix and set me on the right path??
I SAY- Watch THIS- and let it MOTIVATE YOU to No END-
Now I'm no expert on human behavior or anything, but SOMETHING tells me watching THIS short little movie RIGHT BEFORE you go to bed is going to do a WHOLE HECKUVA lot more than going to sleep after the blood bath and beyond nightly news you were probably going to consume before depressingly dropping your exhausted skull on your pillow tonight-
No, in fact I recommend you watch this little piece of footage TWICE tonight before you go to bed!
I don't want any reps here- What I would RATHER have is you telling me (or more importantly YOURSELF)- That this is IT- You MAY have to go to work for SOMEONE ELSE tomorrow morning, and maybe a few other Mondays after that- BUT, you are going to put a STOP to THAT soon- And the only BOSS you are going to wake up to in the near future on every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or any other day that ends in "ay" will be YOU!
Ok 'nuff said! Where is this "movie" that you're talking about Theo! Let's run it already!
Enjoy!
Actually, to qualify that I should say nobody who works for "The Man" (or Woman as the case might be!) likes them old Sunday nights- Why? Because it leads to the inevitable Monday morning blues! I remember it all too well, back when I used to have a J.O.B. (I'll remind again of the acronyms)-
Just Over Broke
Joke Of a Boss
Journey Of the Broke
Just Obey Boss
Jump Out of Bed
etc.
I also wanted to dig the dagger a LITTLE deeper (you KNOW it's because I only want the BEST for you, sometimes, well, we need to cut open a wound and stitch it up with some cold, hard reality to ignite those afterburners in you again...)
Here's a little ditty I read every so often from the esteemed M.J. DeMarco from his epic tome that should be on EVERYBODY's nightstand- "UNSCRIPTED"-
As he so eloquently paints the picture for us:
It’s Monday morning, 5:15 a.m.
For the third time, my iPhone is screaming that Nickelback song I once
loved, but now hate. Another snooze and I’ll be late.
Yes, it’s time to wake up.
After cursing myself for not changing that d*** song to something by
Metallica, I yank myself out of bed, slightly hungover from the night before. I
dread the day—actually no, the week—to come. Needing a jump start, I
stumble into the shower, hoping for a clean perspective. No luck. The 18
forthcoming day rivals getting a colonoscopy. As I lynch-tie my neck and arm
my suit, regret and resignation ravage my soul.
Something is not right.
Perhaps it’s the $800 suit. Perhaps it’s the credit card that paid for the
suit. Perhaps it’s the stinking realization that my weekend highlight was
watching two mediocre football teams play in the Las Vegas Bowl. Perhaps
it’s the morning darkness and the stark reality that my short Cancun vacation
is still months away.
Unfortunately, this is no time for a Jesus moment.
With moments to eat, I grab an artificially colored bowl of sugar-coated
grain. With one eye on the clock and another on the meal plan pinned to the
refrigerator—the one I’m supposed to follow religiously for the next eight
weeks—I blame Toucan Sam for my first transgression.
Minutes later, I lumber to the driveway and wriggle into my car, sealing
myself in the frigid cabin. My breath shivers a cloud. “Ugh,” I groan. Even
my new Mercedes C-Class and its fifty-seven payments remaining has lost its
luster. I back out of my driveway and head to the freeway.
For the next hour, I sit trapped, fender-to-bumper in my little box, with
thousands of other people like me. What I don’t know is that my fellow
commuters, some appearing more successful than I, are not happy either.
Like me, they’ve failed their diets, failed their purpose, and failed their
dreams. As a result, they’ve bribed their misery with more expensive boxes
adorned with softer leather, shinier chrome, and fancier gadgets—boxes
branded by prestigious insignia such as Lexus, Audi, and BMW.
Their mission, like mine, is appeasement: to bribe themselves into
believing that they are different from the other 20,000 souls enslaved by the
same paradigm imprisoning me...
OK ok, thanks Theo, you've cut me a little deep, dug your stick in there to stir up the pain- How in the heck is FRANK KERN of all people going to pull me out of this doldrum matrix and set me on the right path??
I SAY- Watch THIS- and let it MOTIVATE YOU to No END-
Now I'm no expert on human behavior or anything, but SOMETHING tells me watching THIS short little movie RIGHT BEFORE you go to bed is going to do a WHOLE HECKUVA lot more than going to sleep after the blood bath and beyond nightly news you were probably going to consume before depressingly dropping your exhausted skull on your pillow tonight-
No, in fact I recommend you watch this little piece of footage TWICE tonight before you go to bed!
I don't want any reps here- What I would RATHER have is you telling me (or more importantly YOURSELF)- That this is IT- You MAY have to go to work for SOMEONE ELSE tomorrow morning, and maybe a few other Mondays after that- BUT, you are going to put a STOP to THAT soon- And the only BOSS you are going to wake up to in the near future on every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or any other day that ends in "ay" will be YOU!
Ok 'nuff said! Where is this "movie" that you're talking about Theo! Let's run it already!
Enjoy!
Code:
https://www.mediafire.com/file/a7qxmlwql16cmhq/An_Unusual_Home_Movie_%2528Watch_This_First%2521%2529.mp4/file