What is your WHY?

I was recently in a meeting where this question was asked of everyone. We all were told to write down our WHY. We were also told to keep asking why we chose our WHY and to write those down until we could no longer ask WHY. This may be a simple question but it’s true purpose is VERY DEEP.

You see, your WHY is your PURPOSE. Unfortunately, most of us don’t know what our purpose is. But, we can ask ourselves… WHY? And when we begin to break down our responses to the WHY then we will find our purpose. The reason that purpose is so illusive is that we don’t want to ask that next WHY because many times we are afraid of the answer or because we’ve never put enough thought to it to have an answer. Here’s an example…

When I was growing up, our church used to have a sunrise service on Christmas and Easter. This service consisted of everyone coming together at the crack of dawn to give honor to these holy days. Now, here’s the fun part… Easter, I understand. They went to the grave and it was empty because Jesus had risen. I get it. But, Christmas? They followed a STAR in the Christmas story. Every picture of the manger that I’ve seen was at night. So, why the sunrise service? Well, several years ago, I asked my dad  this same question. “Why did we have sunrise service on Christmas?” His first answer was classic… “Because that’s what we did.” But, being the persistent little snot that I am, I continued with the questions. You see, the part that you don’t know is since my parents went to Christmas Sunrise Service then we (my brother and I) couldn’t open our Christmas gifts until they returned. As a child, I hated this service!!! So, I asked him again and again and again (as any child would). Finally, he came out with the granddaddy of all answers… “That’s just the way you were raised and that’s it!!”

By no means am I throwing off on how we were raised. What I am pointing out is that my dad really didn’t have answer. He never pursued that WHY. So, when confronted with why he couldn’t respond. Since then, they’ve stopped having the Christmas sunrise service. But, this is only ONE example, ONE situation. It may have been insignificant to some but this really affected my view of certain holidays and the ‘traditions’ that we partake in.

One of THEE most irritating things in the world is a child that won’t stop asking WHY. The reason for it isn’t that they are trying to be irritating but that they are making the parent think because they really want to know.

Today’s assignment is this:
Just as a child will continue asking WHY until there is no more WHY to ask… Find YOUR WHYs. The reason that you need to find it is because it empowers you, it gives you wings, and when you are discouraged… your WHY gives you courage and strength!!!

Quick Note: This is NOT a shallow assignment and for many it may take not only today but tomorrow and the next day and the next week to truly find your various WHYs. Know this one simple truth… The simple truth is that MONEY is NEVER a WHY. It may be on the path TO the WHY but it is never the final destination.

Finally, I do have a special request. When you find your WHY for whatever scenario(s) you choose, can you share with me? You can post your WHYs as a comment or send me a personal message but I’d like to know what YOUR WHYs are.

I love you ALL!!!
Stay Blessed,
Jackie

Btw, one of my WHYs is this:
The reason that I work in the Health and Wellness industry is that I want to be a catalyst of change helping people to heal not only physically, but spiritually and mentally. You see, I’m tired of watching my family, friends and people kill themselves because of bad habits and decisions. I’m tired of seeing those that I love suffer especially when we know there’s a better way. I’m tired of burying people that could have been saved simply by making healthier decisions. I’m tired of seeing a million Likes on a picture of cheesecake but only a handful on an apple. I help people to live better and longer lives not just the sake of living but to be able to enjoy living!!!

The crazy part is that as I read my WHY… I still asked WHY. All of that and there are still more WHYs to answer!!!

 

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Merry Christmas!!!!

It’s 2:00 am on December 26th. I’ve missed writing my daily letter because I made a conscious decision that I wasn’t going to do anything on Christmas Day. Well, isn’t that special (in my “church lady voice”)…

Christmas Day was very interesting. When I was coming up, my brother and I were the first people to get up on Christmas morning, no matter what. This was the one day a year that my parents did not have to pry us out of bed and more importantly how early we woke-up was never an issue, to us. MY children, on the other hand, are a completely different story.

One thing that I learned from my parents was that between Thanksgiving and Christmas you MUST be on your BEST behavior. I mean, clean as a whistle, spot on, no complaints, everything is alright… he’s a “good boy” time. The reason for this super child behavior was that I didn’t want to jack up my Christmas. I wanted to make sure that I received every gift that was coming to me because I knew that mommy and daddy are CRAZY!!! These people would really give me nothing for Christmas if I messed up and I knew it. And they knew that I knew it…

Well, my boys haven’t learned how crazy their parents are yet. These dudes have been cuttin’ up SINCE Thanksgiving. I’ve had to stop by the school. I’ve had to take away TV and video game privileges. One of them lost their iPod (btw, this wasn’t an old iPod it was a 4G). They haven’t been doing their chores. They have even been asked if they needed “help” (family and friends know about “help” – I may write about it one day). They seem to have just gone on strike as MY children!! They even got in trouble on Christmas Eve! My wife and I threatened them, like we were, with the whole “I’m gettin’ nuttin’ for Christmas” thing but these guys just roll on like a freight train.

Christmas morning arrives. As always, I’m the first to get up. My wife was glued to the bed because she had been up half the night wrapping gifts while I slept like a brick. The boys were still sleeping, as well! Wow, this is special. I can’t believe this and it’s already 7 o’clock. Now, it’s 8. Here comes 9 and my youngest goes to the bathroom. Finally, someone else is up other than me!!! I wake my wife and tell her it’s time to get up, I hear someone in the bathroom. She says okay and turns back over!! I meet my son as he comes out and tell him, “Let’s go wake your brother. Somebody came last night”. Of course, every child in the world knows who that somebody is… every child, except my son. His response was a sincere, “who?”

At this moment, I realized that my little one was a true believer. In his heart of hearts, he already knew that he wasn’t getting anything for Christmas. So, what’s the purpose of getting up. Today was just another day. Any desires to get stuff had been washed away because he knew that he and his brother had blown it.

I said, “Santa. Santa came last night!!”. There was a momentary pause for this Santa person to sink in and then… POW!!!! The excitement erupted out of him. He starts running in circles and dancing. It was like the fireworks were set off and “Ode to Joy” had started playing the background! This was what I was expecting on Christmas morning! Now, let’s go wake up your brother! We tickle him out of the bed with him screaming, “Uncle, Uncle”. Everybody go brush your teeth and we’ll see what Santa has brought!!

I forgot one little detail, my wife. She was still in the bed and she wasn’t trying to get up. She was understandably tired but the boys are up!! Once the boys are up, we all have to wake up (forget the fact that I ‘encouraged’ them to get up). Of course, she is on super slo-mo, no urgency, leave me alone mode. Now, the excitement is muted because we have to wait for mommy. So, I did what I knew was best. I sent my 7 year old to get her. He’s knocking on the bedroom door and every time he knocks I say, “I don’t think she heard you”. So, he knocks harder and harder until he’s banging on the door like the police. That 5 minutes it took for her to come out of the room was like an eternity!!! But she finally did and the boys were happy.

Our gift exchange was good. The children were happy and that’s what matters. Now, let’s see how long they’ll keep their toys this year…

Merry Christmas!!!!

I love you ALL!!!
Stay blessed,
Jackie

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