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Painless Greatness….WP Daily Prompt

Word Press Daily Prompt…Do you agree with Jane Fonda’s favorite exercise motto, “no pain, no gain?” Is it impossible to attain greatness without considerable hardship?

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There are many theories in our modern tendency to over analyze all things.  For example your birth order is now considered a major influence on your personality.  I was the oldest girl of six children which has all kinds of psychological implications but actually none of them apply to me because my wise and wonderful, carefree older brother somehow decided to step out of his designated position and do whatever sounded like the most fun. By default as second born, I then inherited what was supposedly the leadership status of the “first-born” profile.

As explained by Stewart, using Adler’s framework, the firstborn child (or one with the “oldest” role) would be most likely to take on a leadership position, like it when people stick to rules and order, and strive toward achievement goals.

So here’s the deal, I felt the pressure of the ideals in being in charge but I had no real drive to “strive toward achievement goals‘.  Yes, I know this is a very strange paradox but in that confusion I devised a way to please everyone.  Somehow I quickly learned to maximize my creative talent for problem solving using the least amount of effort, while hopefully fulfilling the needs of those around me by making sure everyone was cared for and behaving as they should.  Of course this was done out of a subconscious primal instinct to survive life without giving into “the rules.”

So what does this have to do with Jane Fonda’s famous statement, “no pain, no gain”?  Somewhere around the age of 16, which was the year my youngest sibling was born, my father took me aside and gave me one of those paternal pep talks.  Mom was not doing well, there was a new baby to care for and basically I was the back up mom and homemaker.  I think it was his intention to inspire me to be strong, do better and buck up under the pressure of the situation.  It seems as though this was his version of  “no pain, no gain” but it didn’t quiet translate to a motivation speech.  These were his words, “I know there is a lot to do but you need to be doing more.  It takes a lot of brains to be lazy and get away with it and you are obviously a very smart kid, but stop thinking and just do more.” 

I’m not sure what snapped on that particular day.  I did try hard to do my best but the struggle to push harder, do better and become stronger seemed to only strengthen my instincts to find the path of least resistance.  The only thing I held on to from that moment so many years ago was, “it takes brains…….you are obviously a very smart kid.”  Those adolescent years were riveted with intense moments of pain and jubilant times of joy.

In considering the question, “is it possible to achieve greatness without considerable hardship?”  I absolutely believe that greatness and hardship have nothing to do with each other.  Many “great” people lived blissful lives of abundance and support while achieving painless greatness while others gained the highest status of greatness while facing insurmountable hardships.

Isn’t it awesome how a simple question posted on a massive social network of people telling stories can spark such great potential in sharing the human adventure?  Some might see it as the lazy writers way of expression but for me, it offers a brilliant path of ease and flow and gives us all a platform to gain insight on our collective and personal greatness.  Thanks to you all at WordPress.com and all the brains it takes to make this moment happen.

By the way, Jane Fonda was a first-born child and just in case we have forgotten she also had a drive ” …to survive life without giving into the rules.”  And just to bring things up to date, here is one of her more recent quotes,

The challenge is not to be perfect…it’s to be whole”
Jane Fonda

 

 


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Buster Brown Where are You Now?..WP Prompt

August Blues Daily Prompt
As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?

I grew up in Ohio where the heat of August was a trusted usher to September; the bringer of “Back to School Torture Rituals.”  My school day memories were never as splendid as my summertime adventures.  It seems I was always frightened of going to school so I didn’t let go of August until the very last moment when I looked down at my feet and saw my new shoes take that first step on to the bus. Continue reading


Life is But a Stream

Everything hurt.  It was not a soft landing.  It’s so dark. How did I get here?  Where am I?  And yes, everything does hurt.

Someone is coming.  Light, I can see a light moving toward me.  At last, I will be rescued from this dark nothing.  I will no longer be stranded on this ugly, cold planet.  I am saved.

“Gracie, are you OK? How many times have I told you to stop crawling around under the porch and sliding down that old coal-bin shaft?  Look at you.  You are a mess and your knees are all scraped up again.  When are you going to learn to behave like a normal little girl and play with dolls and learn to bake cookies?  What are we going to do with you?”

Grandma always ended her scolding with, “What are we going to do with you?” 

That imaginative little girl desperately wanted to say, Just leave me somewhere on an unknown planet and maybe something interesting will happen.”  But I didn’t.

I’m all grown up now and I rarely skin my knees but my curiosity about what it would be like anywhere but here never ended. I never played with dolls and my sorry efforts at baking only proved I should never be left alone in a kitchen.  Homemaker, would not be my calling.

Several years ago, while I was drifting around in confusion trying to find some direction for a career focus, I saw a short but brilliant video entitled, Brother-Can a Robot Create Life by Sari Rodrig. In that one quick interval, I knew exactly what my life’s quest would be.

Today I am presenting a final dissertation which is a direct result of my quest.  Today, in front of the most renowned Physicists, Biorobotics Engineers and Artificial Intelligence Developers, I, Dr. Grace Lambert, PHD Biorobotics, M. Sc. will prove that; Yes, a Robot Can Create Life.  

I have devoted twenty years of research to this project.  In just a few minuets, I will share my findings freely with the world.

I hate the lull while waiting to be introduced. It’s still a bit unbelievable; I have actually discovered a life force dynamic that has been an invisible part of human evolution since the beginning of time; life is movement, perpetual and contagious……..

” What did you say?  Excuse me you are not allowed  in the ready room.  Who are you?  No, I will not come with you!  I’m calling security!  Stop, don’t do that!

Supermassive_black_hole-825x350It’s so dark.  Why can’t I see anything?  How did I get here?  Where am I?  Why am I here? Who is here? And yes, everything does hurt.  Someone is coming.  There is a light.

Grandma is that you?  Who are you? ” 

A reverberating voice assures Grace she is safe.  Once her vision clears, Grace finds herself face to face with two glorious ‘other worldly’ beings.

“OK.  I’m sure this is a dream.”

They spoke in unison, “You are not dreaming. We will keep this simple and straight forward.  Your discoveries about the perpetual life force energy that has no boundaries cannot be given to humans at this time so we had to do something extraordinary to stop you. Your life form imprint was erased  from the Earth Grid. Do you find your new surroundings comfortable?’

“Why can’t we know the truth?  Who are you to deny the scientific pursuit of knowledge?” Grace somehow already knew what she was about to hear.

“We are seeing an escalated reference to the theory that your 3rd dimension reality is nothing more than a computer generated hologram. Your findings will ignite a spontaneous reaction of knowing. The masses will begin to understand that human life is created by a unified source of energy. Therefore, if humans created computer technology and computer technology created robotics, it would be possible for a Robot to Create Life because life is merely a circulating stream of life force energy.”

What harm is there in that revelation?”  Grace paused, amazed but no longer dazed by her situation.

“Your discovery could result in a collective, premature, human awakening causing a conscious unplugging from the hologram and then we would have to start the experiment all over again.  Please enjoy our hospitality; you will be with us for a very long time.”

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This short visit to my imagination was composed in response to the writing challenge at THE SPEAKEASY…Click above and meet the Creatives.

 

 


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Robo Chef

WordPress Daily Challenge : Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?

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Its here! Finally, I just received my Chore Relief Robot Model – NOMORECOOK KING4U

All I had to hear was, “Its as easy as; out of the box, into to your kitchen and you will never have to cook another meal.”   I thought, “How perfect!”  I did the math.  I started being responsible for preparing three meals a day at the ripe old age of  30; the same time I was married.  Now at 66 years young I calculate I have prepared approximately 37,800 meals.

Once I plowed through the packaging, charged the batteries and studied the user’s manual, I was ready to meet KING4U, my own personal chef.  The manual was simple enough.  It seemed much easier to use than my Keurig Coffee Maker.  Basically you press “ENGAGE” and the Robot teaches you how to use it.  WAY COOL!

“Hello, I am King.  Please choose the pre-programed meal you wish to have prepared”

A menu appeared on his hat with an endless listing of dishes from A-Z.

I just want an omelet.”

“Please choose the type of omelet you desire.”

“Cheese.”

Please choose the type of cheese you want for your omelet. The list is as follows; American, Asiago, Aged Guda, Bavarian Bergkase,…”

“Stop!  Just give me American cheese.”

“So you no longer desire an omelet; you just want American Cheese? I have done a preliminary scan of your food supplies. You have no American Cheese.”

“OK.  Please record the following items on a shopping list, transmit it to The Corner Food Market and have them delivered.”

“I can record the list.  I cannot transmit or communicate with an outside food marketing source.  My programming is for food preparation only. I can prepare a plain omelet.”

“A plain omelet would be fine.”

Waiting, waiting, waiting…

“Why haven’t you started cooking my omelet?”

“You have not assembled the required ingredients and designated the proper work space for me to use.”

“May I have the return instructions please?”

“I do not understand.  I have not prepared the dish you requested.  How can you return what I have not prepared?”

“KING4U SHUT DOWN…dis-engage!”

 

 

 

 


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I Believe in Resilience….(WP Daily Prompt)

WP Daily Prompt: Do you believe in fate or do you believe you can control your own destiny?

 

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Nothing Can Stop Me

When Sir Isaac Newton observed the laws of motion and subsequently recorded his findings, he literally started a chain reaction that ignited the understanding of the perpetual motion of the Universe.  As quoted from the great and most powerful Wikipedia, Newton’s three physical laws “describe the relationship between the forces acting on a body and its motion due to those forces.”

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The Hobbit Wisdom of Tyrone

“OK enough of the green; you’re greening up everything in sight.  Just because it is his favorite color doesn’t mean you have to overdo it.”  Sevet was on edge as she monitored the activities in the kitchen of the Magistrate’s Castle.

Well Chef, you said it was important to please the master. I was only putting a little extra parsley around the meats tray”, Nadeline blushed and hung her head in submission, “Sorry Chef.

The hunters, farmers and livestock ranchers had delivered top grade ingredients to Master Chef Sevet.  All was in order. The Magistrate would address the community immediately upon his return.  A special feast and celebration had been scheduled to follow. There was nothing as grand as a Tyroneian day of celebration.

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Finding Roselend Presspity…….(WP Weekly Writing Challenge)

Weekly Writing Challenge: Power of Names

For our fiction writers, show us the power of names. Is it the name of an object, person, or place? What power does the name provide?

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“Welcome to Gringerbead Mansion and congratulations for winning the all-expense paid visit to our Nature Retreat and Health Spa Facility. My name is Bells Pinder.  Please follow me and I will show you to your room.  How was your trip?”

Isadora was still in disbelief. She had never won anything in her entire life. She responded, “It was nice.  I really enjoyed the train ride along the coast.”

“Here we are, my dear.  Please make yourself comfortable.  Dinner will be served in the main dining room at 7 pm.”  Bells smiled politely, opened the door and handed Isadora her room key.

“Wait, are you sure this is the right room?”  Isadora was standing at the entrance to the most astonishingly grand suite she had ever seen.

“Yes room, 444, that’s you.  See you at dinner.  You have time to freshen up and take a bit of a rest if you like.  The best is yet to come.”  Isadora could have sworn she heard musical bell tones as Bells shuffled down the hallway.

The delicate sound of chimes gently woke Isadora from her nap.  She slowly stretched, sat up and glanced around the room.  Still a little disoriented, Isadora got ready and headed for the dining room.  The savory aroma of tonight’s feast filled the air. Delicious memories of wonderful summers on her grandparent’s farm gave Isadora a strange sense of coming home.  It was a bittersweet moment.  Isadora was sent to live with her grandmother when her parents died in a car accident.  Isadora was only three.  Her grandparents were also gone now.  She had been alone for many years. Continue reading

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