JAKOB'S JOURNAL

1 Dance

March 19th, 2020

What’s the problem with wine bottles and beer growlers?
Most people don’t save any for later.

The winemakers and brewers take no issue with that. Our folly is their delight!
For the consumers, the folks dancing with indulgence, only having “1” is not the problem.
The problem is that “1” is a mirage.

1 cookie won’t make us fat.

1 cigarette won’t give us lung cancer.

1 is a pleasure… until it is not.
Then 1 is a warmup… and 2 is a treat!
Then 2 is routine… so why not have 3!?

The habit grows, and as it does, the joy depreciates and the consequences compound.

We know the basics of addiction, and we also know, all too well, what sort of things we’re personally addicted to… porn? anger? lazy behavior? bread? jealousy? social media? recognition? lying? sugar? blaming others? — We trade these things for temporary relief or immediate pleasure, but that’s a shortsighted plan.

It’s too easy to mollycoddle the monkey brain.
It knows what it wants, especially when the systems that we exist in provide easier access.

Week 1 = 1 Growler lasts 5 days
Week 5 = 1 Growler lasts 1 day
The problem with beer growlers?
After we’ve had our 1, the 2nd is now only a few steps away, rather than down the street at the store. That’s poor system design if all we planned to have was 1.

The only time heroin is ever just a “1” time thing is when there’s absolutely nowhere else to get heroin for a 2nd time.

If our standards and our systems allow for 1 inch of engagement, we know damn well that some of these things will demand a mile.

Years later, trying to kick a terrible habit, we’ll wonder why nobody told us that 1 was too much.

If none of this resonates with you, I’m glad.

If you read this and felt like somebody was carving out your heart with a blunt blade, we likely have more in common than you’d think, and I’d be willing to spend some time chatting with you about it — don’t feel shy or ashamed to send me a message.

Much love, Jakob
Quarantined, found-time

March 18th, 2020

No commute to work.
No showering, or shaving, or dressing, before work.
Maybe, no more work.
No more making dinner reservations.
No more nights out on the town.
No more…. a lot of things.

There’s a bunch of found time floating around right now with everybody self-quarantining during this virus crisis.

Collectively, with all of this found time, the human race could do some amazing things if every single one of us, 7 billion strong, plugged in, orienting our minds toward a singular benevolent idea, contributing our best efforts, using our skills, and collaborating with our peers to solve the world’s toughest problems!

That’s not going to happen.

But somewhere, there are folks thinking up immensely meaningful ideas, analyzing the most complex situations, daring for greater. Those who wake with a fervor for excellence, and will let nothing hinder their pursuit of it.
How do they handle days like these?
What are they doing with this found time?

JOURNAL:

Short Answer: What do you think those sort of people would choose to do if they realized they had an extra couple hours at their disposal every day?

Short Answer: What have you been doing when you find extra time?
Compelling

March 17th, 2020

If we knew,

with absolute certainty,

that an enormous asteroid

would suddenly, and completely,

wipe out the existence of life on earth,

every inch of the planet, covered in dust and ash,

by Thursday of next week,

I think

we’d make a relatively compelling case

as to why

Elon Musk (or maybe NASA) should immediately want to meet with you

over coffee,

or maybe bourbon.

while we still have time.

One, of the many goals that all leaders maintain, is to compel others toward better outcomes with excellent ideas and benevolent, inspiring action.

If we (as leaders) don’t feel that our message is being received, and acted upon, with the same fervor and determination that we know it ought to have, then it’s worth reconsidering the boundaries (or shackles) we’ve placed around our understanding of what compelling really is.

‘Compelling’ works. Every time.
It’s terrifying, and intimidating, and it makes us vulnerable, but a compelling message is absolutely effective.

It’s also damn near impossible to manufacture a truly compelling delivery if we don’t think that our message is, by far, the most important thing in the whole wide world. Often, it really is. These ideas ARE the most important thing, ever. Do or die.

How can he say that?

Two reasons: it’s because
(1) What else, that we can control, is?, and
(2) We’re all going to die soon (-ish), so, why the hell not make it compelling?
Just… do the best you can.

March 16th, 2020

A personal note on struggle, consistency, persistence, and fierce commitment.

Something > Nothing

Some time ago, I made a promise to myself to write in my journal every day.
More recently, I’ve committed to publishing on my blog every day.
I honestly feel that it’s one of the best ways for a leader to reach the people that need it most. Long form, heart felt, and often … raw.

Back and forth, up and down — My mental commitment to the blog waivers, and I often wonder why I made such a silly commitment. Nobody is going to remember if I miss ONE day. It’s resulted in a pre-bedtime mental meltdown on more than a few occasions, usually around 11:00pm, if I still haven’t published my blog post for the following day — they usually get blasted out around 5am to those who’ve previously subscribed to the list.

Well, it’s 11:00pm now, and I not only haven’t written tomorrow’s blog yet, but I didn’t write anything last night, and so I still haven’t posted anything for TODAY on the blog. My streak was on the line. My word, my commitment… in question.

In the midst of initiating several community outreach and relief programs for immunocompromised citizens and to support local businesses, I find myself running out of time these days more than I ever have.

Not long after I zip out of bed with a million ideas swirling in my head, I turn from my desk and catch a slight shimmer of the sun setting behind the tree line through my office window. What the hell? Where did my day go? As of 10 minutes ago, I convinced myself that it’s OK to miss a day of publishing on my blog. At 11:??pm, I decided that.

Some 5 mins later, it hit me like a train. If I can’t sit my sorry ass down and write about [insert one of the 6,000 writing prompts I’ve taken note of over the years] then how on earth can I EVER talk about consistency and commitment to my readers again?

I talk about consistency, NON STOP. — “One step up Mt. Botl” — The whole damn premise is about taking as many or as few steps as we possibly can, with whatever might we can muster, every single day. One step, if that’s all we have to give–so be it, toward a better life. When the day is done, those steps, the offering of our best effort, as gratitude for the gifts we’ve been given, will be worth resting on. Tonight, I sold myself short. It wasn’t my best effort. I’m tired as hell. But damn it all! I. HAVE. A. LOT. TO. GIVE.

I had another step in me, and I almost stopped trying.

What made me realize it? Shortly after convincing myself of how fine everything would be if I had gone straight to bed, a good friend (and loyal reader) reached out and asked if I’d published a post today. He told me he’s been reading EVERY SINGLE ONE since I started blogging daily again, and thought maybe my email-client app made an error. A trap door, to escape my guilt…

My first thought? Tell him you’re not sure why it didn’t send but that you’ll do 2 of them tomorrow. My second thought? You’re a fucking phony, Jakob.

So, here I am, 11:36pm, and I’m going to get this thing out before midnight. Today will not be the day I break the streak.

I could’ve prioritized earlier in the day. It’s on me that it’s not done yet, and it’s on me if I want to stay true to my commitment—not because I’d wallow in pity if I DID miss a day— but because in THIS moment, right now, I still have the ability to choose.

There’s no way I can bring you a life-changing, profoundly new perspective with every post. What I can do, with certainty, is be an example of the consistency, the persistence, and the fierce commitment to excellence that I often ask of ALL my people — my family, my friends, my readers, my mentees, my teammates, my business partners, everyone. I never relinquish the standard with them. I better not allow myself to do it when I am staring at the decision with a clear mind. So long as I have a choice, I need to choose right. I can’t live with the consequences of knowing better, but choosing otherwise.

I’m writing this, in a roundabout way, to say THANK YOU.

The friend that reached out to me was just one of many folks that’ve sent me a heart felt message over the years. They’re usually regarding the impact I’ve had on them and/or the people who they’ve shared my work with. Though I often can’t comprehend the sort intimate experience they have with what I write and speak about, because that experience is always uniquely their’s, I do know that these sort of experiences that they’re telling me about are EXACTLY why I do it. Whether it cuts you deep, makes you think, affirms a truth you’ve held within you, bores you to death, rattles your brain, or totally wrecks your current worldview, I’ve always wanted to create an environment that quenches folks’ thirst for knowledge and deeper understanding of what it takes to Make The Best Of This Life (Mt. Botl).

Maybe, just maybe, I’ve taken a step or two up THAT mountain. When I first started writing, I didn’t think I’d ever have people feel as strongly about some of these ideas as I do/did.

I have been exhausted. I really have, but then I think about the wonderful folks that trust in my consistency. The people that wake up and use my blog to set the tone, to shake things up with a positive perspective or a difficult concept, I’m instantly re-energized. This is not about me. It never has been.

So, thank you for fueling my mind, and in turn, my life. My character was tested tonight, and alone I failed, but it was our connection, writer to reader, that lifted me up.

Thanks for reading.
Thanks for reminding me what it’s all about.
Thanks for trying to be a better leader in your community.
Thanks for staying composed, committed, and consistent, even when others around you are not able to. All of our energy and actions are more contagious than any virus… don’t forget that. Everything we do, or do not do, serves one purpose, or another.

If you can’t climb your mountain today, then just take one step, and if you can bare it, take another, and another, until you either cannot take any more steps or the day is done.

Sometimes, we find ourselves staring right at both of those.

I’ll tell you what… that sort of day? It’s the closest to excellence that I’ve had in a while.

The last few months have been a trying time for me.
I’ll break free from these chains, somehow, someday.

But as of right now, at 11:59pm – what I certainly WILL NOT BREAK is my writing streak.

One step up Mt. Botl
Engine Idle

March 15th, 2020

Today, we’re all blessed with a fresh, full tank.

As we meander about our world, everything we do—where we go, who we interact with, how swiftly we move, what we choose to engage—all of it burns our fuel.

We mustn’t forget to use some, or all, of that fuel to drive toward ‘better’. Most of what we spend it on tends to be junk. Forgettable, shallow, junk.

Let’s put good mileage on today! Or, we can always turn the vehicle off. Maybe we need clearer directions, or Google Maps needs a minute to load.

We can’t burn through our tank if the key isn’t in the ignition. Wrong road? Park it, turn it off.

It’s important we don’t take too many joy-rides, but also, we can’t sit with engine idle, turning fuel to fumes, but going nowhere.

We don’t learn much in idle.

MOVE or MEDITATE — Those are our best options.

1 Dance

Quarantined, found-time

JOURNAL:

Compelling

with absolute certainty,

wipe out the existence of life on earth,

by Thursday of next week,

we’d make a relatively compelling case

while we still have time.

Just… do the best you can.

Engine Idle