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So, Dr. Gilbert, whom you may know from commercials about retirement, asks the question, why is it more difficult to imagine then it is to recall memory?

Great question. Honestly never in my life would I have imagined that imagination is such a difficult task for some many people. Imagination drives HOPE. Hope is THE fuel for healing, for improving our lives, for deepening our relationships.

As an imagination and innovation junkie, I find it almost impossible to believe that some people have difficulty with imagining, dreaming, and creating realities that do not exist yet we hope that one day they become our reality. How can that be?

Why do people struggle with creating better worlds for themselves, their children, their wives and husbands? Why do we settle for what has already happened? Why don’t strive for better?

Seems to me that the power of story and the power to create mental wellness in one’s life requires the use of imagination skills. The ability to predict, anticipate and consider the possibilities. Those who struggle with the art of imagination will indeed struggle with living mental well.

Begging the question, what will you, I and others do about that?

Blissful Cognitive Ingornance

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Holy shit there is NOTHING, and I mean, NOTHING, more blissful that cognitive ignorance. Not knowing is so much better than knowing

Learning…

Understanding…

Comprehending…

When you have NO IDEA that bad shit can happen….

When you have blind faith and believe in a perception and notion that fills your drive-in theater (aka your mind) with happy happy dance numbers….

You have it all my friends. You have it all.

 

Then life happens.

Shit happens.

Pain happens.

Panic happens.

Knowledge and reality break though and fuck up our worlds.

You have to grow-up, be an adult and learn to integrate in the reality with the dream world. You have to reconcile what you thought and believed with what you know. What you learned. What you experienced.

The virginity of blissfulness is broken, smashed, ruined.

And that can just SUCK!

Radio Silent

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22fe235beade2688808b25d83462b080_touches-of-sense-radio-silence-radio-silence-meme_640-480Want to jump start your healing?

Want to get away for a while?

Go Radio Silent

Turn off the fucking cell phone.

Yeah. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and even Pintrest can wait. You soul, with all of that backed up shit (a.k.a. hurt and fear) can’t.

Unplug. Unwind. Unkink the rope.

Turn off the cell. Go radio silent for the day.

Nothing, and I really mean, nothing is that important that 24 without your cell can’t wait for. I know, what if there is an emergency? And what f there is. Then your radio silent day is the way that it was supposed to happen and the manner in which you found out and how you found out is the way that it was meant to be.

And besides, with a world of cell phone addicted people….you will be eventually contacted about any emergency. Hell, this ain’t the 70s.

The Tale of Story

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So, I am finding that at the very core of what it is that I actually “do” and how I truly want to earn money is that I am guy who tells stories.

MY STORIES. Because my stories are fucking awesome! I am a bit biased though.

And if you know me at all, then you will agree I love to talk about myself and use myself and my life as a backdrop for my quirky, inane – at times and often irreverent comedy.

And I listen to other people’s stories. I am after all a counselor and story is a big part of that role. People come into counseling because the stories of their life are not what they want to hear, read or watch. People believe that their life story needs to or should have gone this way when it reality it is all fucked up. Welcome to life.

As I try to refine the “Bob Zima” brand, which seems so odd to me as it depersonalizes and corporatizes me, so that I can write and live the story of my life that I desire, I am finding that at the heart of it all, I am a middle-aged, over-weight, over-educated, under-employed, opinionated, irreverent and overly-sexual Frequent Flyer to Hell and Back. And thus, what in the hell is in THAT array of adjectives and tag lines that offers anything of value to others?

Tales of Perseverance? Inspiration? Laughter?

As I review Speaker’s Bureau websites and seek to launch the final phase of my life that includes writing books and blog posts, posting videos, creating podcasts traveling and speaking and teaching and signing books and making people laugh and say, “Hmmm, what the fuck just happened to me as I listened to THIS GUY”….I am finding that the best speakers have a passion for something other than speaking. Speaking is just the means of sharing that passion, a passion that inspires others to innovate, heal, improve their lives and the lives of others.

In short, I need to focus on the art and actuality of what it is that I do: lampoon and satirically rip the shit out of my own healing and the fucked up way in which many of us naturally attempt to begin and/or continue then actually discontinue to knowingly stop the healing process.

In most cases, we are programmed with a default healing plan. Problem is we stray from that (for many complex and valid reasons) and turn to anger, addiction, infidelity, risky behaviors and other things that actually created more need for healing than actually heal.