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People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. I was not old, although some people have an image of me as being old then. I was forty-two. No, the only tired I was, was tired of giving in. — Rosa Parks, My Story

Rosa Parks didn’t give up her seat, because she was tired of giving in.

When we don’t give up, we don’t give in.

When we give up, we give in.

Don’t give up. Don’t give in. ¹

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There are people so depressed that, for them, success is defined as simply being able to get out of bed in the morning and face another day.

There is a homeless man downtown for whom success is cashing in enough cans to be able to buy a small bottle of hooch that evening. And, in the rare but most successful of cases, still have enough change to get a cup of coffee in the morning.

My little girl defines success by being able to convince her parents to give her anything she wants (and she has more success than she reasonably should).

My point being that success is not something that can be objectively measured. How others count it does not matter. It is not linear. There is no recipe. And, in fact, there is no real definition or standard other than that which we define and set for ourselves.

Our days are made up of many minor (and sometimes large) successes and minor (and sometimes large) failures. And each day, each moment in fact, we get a clean slate to start anew. We could choose to celebrate the big victories by barely acknowledging them and the small ones with a full-blown parade. How we define it, how we measure it, and how we celebrate it, is up to us.

Success for me is publishing something that makes your day better, every day. If this connected with you, please consider a free will donation of any amount.

If you can dream — and not make dreams your master
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same
– Rudyard Kipling, If

The GORUCK Challenge is likely the most physically difficult test most who face it will ever achieve. A team building event led by Special Forces veterans designed in part to simulate the sort of training and challenges they faced in their careers. You are required to wear a backpack — known as a "ruck" in military parlance— loaded with 6 bricks, a hydration bladder, and anything else one feels inclined to bring. In other words about 40-60 pounds. They advertise 8-10 hours over 15-20 miles. Every one I am aware of goes beyond that promise. They also advertise that they under-promise and over-deliver. Indeed.

I was supposed to take part in the Challenge last year but I broke two toes in training and had to simply shadow that class instead. I was really bummed at the time. Mainly because in the hour before I was injured was the first I had felt ready. And, this is the sort of event where the idea of ready has very deep and broad meanings.

The registration fee was transferable and I vowed to take part in the next one that was held here. That date is March 30th — less than a week from now. I met up earlier today for a practice ruck with some of my future class mates. We put in some good livin’ and started to really bond as a bunch. All of the months of training I have had leading up to this were put to the test. The running, the lifting, the dieting, and the sweat. Yet, even with all of that, today was the first time, this time, I finally felt what I was waiting to feel…

Ready.

I’m pretty tired and it has been a long day. Therefore, just a quick post of a few things that I’ve mentioned before but still am finding delightful.

• Path— Still using Path to log many of my daily travels and life moments and share them with a small group of my close friends. It is the one place I feel safe posting almost anything.

• 1Password — Specifically, the built in web browser in the iPad version of the app has been really helpful in a iety of ways. If I know I’m going to visit a website on the iPad mini and it will require I enter a password, credit card, or fill out some personal details, I don’t launch Mobile Safari. I go straight to 1Password.

• Poster for iOS — I would not have been able to keep up this daily posting routine without it. Still a wonderful app for blog posting from an iOS device.

• Day One — Been using this a lot more lately for capturing ideas as I’ve begun work on my next book. Especially love the quick capture menu bar widget in the desktop version. Been really handy. I also use Slogger to capture all my blog posts, social network updates, Pinboard links and Instapaper favorites. So, it is basically keeping an Internet travel log of sorts for me too. Really like this app.

• Drafts — It’s like a Swiss Army knife for text. I’m a writer. Of course I love the hell out of it. And, like a Swiss Army knife, it is not my primary weapon. But it is the one I always I turn to in a pinch and it never fails to rise to the task with yet another obscure, yet useful, thing it can do.

We all have our personal struggles in this life. Our shit to shoulder. A monkey on our back. The things we keep mostly hidden from the world, yet still remain with us.

Perhaps it was a childhood that was less than ideal.
Perhaps it is a marriage that is slowly falling apart.
Perhaps it is a less than ideal relationship with your kids.
Perhaps it is a bad habit or addiction you wish you could shake.
A secret, silent, shame.

You are a hero. We all are. I may not know what you are victorious over but I know that each one of us has a huge amount of baggage to carry and, to get through this life with it, it takes heroic courage. That making it to the end of each day, is a small (and, some days, large) but not insignificant victory.

So many problems would be overcome in this life if we recognized each victory in what we have come to know as routine. If we all simply recognized the hero in ourselves and each other.

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We have so many problems to solve. Some are challenging, Some are easy. Not all of them are sexy. Some are just-in-case type things that may never even be needed. Yet, often, those are the most interesting to solve.

For what does it feel like to build something that you hope you will never have to use yet you build and test it relentlessly just in case you do?

This is one of those and I find it particularly fascinating.

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“We can discover this meaning in life in three different ways: (1) by creating a work or doing a deed; (2) by experiencing something or encountering someone; and (3) by the attitude we take toward unavoidable suffering… Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms – to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances”. — Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search For Meaning

When we are young, we often have lofty ideas of what success looks like ten or twenty years down the road. It looks like doing work that we believe in and that matters. It looks like being financially comfortable. It looks like a nice house in a coveted area of town. It looks like the partner of our dreams and 2.5 kids. It looks like happiness and stability and respect and purpose. I know I certainly defined it this way back then.

Now I know that success is both all of these things and none of these things at once. Why? Because there are always two measures of success and one is dependent on the other. Let’s return to Dr. Frankl…

“Once, an elderly general practitioner consulted me because of his severe depression. He could not overcome the loss of his wife who had died two years before and whom he had loved above all else. Now how could I help him? What should I tell him? I refrained from telling him anything, but instead confronted him with a question, “What would have happened, Doctor, if you had died first, and your wife would have had to survive you?:” “Oh,” he said, “for her this would have been terrible; how she would have suffered!” Whereupon I replied, “You see, Doctor, such a suffering has been spared her, and it is you who have spared her this suffering; but now, you have to pay for it by surviving and mourning her.” He said no word but shook my hand and calmly left the office.

Success and meaning in life is defined internally by the attitude we bring to our experiences and struggles. But we will only be measured a success externally by the deeds, encounters, and value we create for others. Yet, we can’t meet that external measure until we have met the internal one. In order to make the lives of others better we need to make sure we are equipped to do so. In order to make an impact, you not only need a place to land, you need a stable and strong platform to fire from.

I’m a writer. Writing is how I make this world better, friendlier, stronger place. If these words improved your day, then that is a measure of success I can believe in. Please let me know by contributing here.

A few months ago, my wife and I decided to subscribe to the Sunday newspaper. Just the Sunday edition. They have yet to deliver that single paper to us on time. Not even once since we signed up.

Every Sunday we go to the door. Every Sunday it is not there. Every Sunday we call and complain. Every Sunday it is delivered about an hour after we call. Every Sunday we receive a follow up call to make sure we received it. Every Sunday we complain to that person. Every Sunday they have an excuse. Every Sunday we publicly shame them on as many social networks as we can. Every Sunday.

Every Sunday one of those people has the power to make it better. Every Sunday all it would take is one person who seizes the opportunity to care. And, if that one person took the time to find out why it is that every Sunday we do not get our paper, they might just find a solution that solves our problem and makes our lives that much better.

They might also find that there is a problem in the system that not only solves our problem but solves every problem of every delivery of every paper everywhere. They could discover a solution that revolutionizes the delivery of everything. They could be the one that makes sure that every airline never loses a bag or every package arrives at every doorstep on time and guaranteed. They could be the one that solves a problem that has stumped the world for the past 100 years. That companies from Delta Airlines to the US Postal Service have yet to fully solve. This could make them unbelievably rich and lauded as the person who changed entire industries for the better.

Yet, they will never know until that one person decides to make it better for just one other person this Sunday.

I’m a writer. Writing is how I make this world better, friendlier, stronger place. If these words improved your day, please let me know by contributing here.

Always. No matter the task, the job, the career. No matter how simple or complex. Always look for a way to make it better. Make it better for yourself. Make it better for others. In fact, make it better for the sake of better. Even if you don’t like it (or, heck, even hate it) you should always be looking for a way to improve it.

Because learning how to improve things is transferable. It scales. It is a skill. It can be learned. And when you can learn how to make even the mundane or uninteresting or loathsome better you can do that with the good and the great and the perfect. Yes, even the perfect can be made better (once you divorce yourself of the idea that perfect exists).

In fact, I would argue that every invention, every innovation, and every revolution, can be traced to this simple goal. Someone, somewhere, just wanted to make it better and had the gumption, skill, and opportunity to do so.

Steve Jobs, for instance, made computers better. Then, he made music buying better. Then he made music players better. Then he made phones better. Then he made computers better all over again. Of course, he did not do this alone. He created an entire company who’s sole collective commitment is, in my eyes at least, to methodically and relentlessly make things better.

Think of someone you admire. Perhaps someone you know or even someone famous. Think of what it is you admire most about them and I’d be willing to bet that it fits some version of, “They make X better”. They make your life better or your television better or your food better. You get the idea.

It’s not enough to change the world. Change it for the better. Put a dent in the universe once you can see clearly that the dent will make it better. And, when you leave, as we all will inevitably do, leave it better.

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This is another that was originally published in the Read & Trust magazine last summer. If you enjoy it please consider a subscription. Enjoy!

As I write this, I’m sitting in a book store. It is my favorite bookstore. It has recently moved to this new location. The old location was in my neighborhood, on a quiet corner, in the basement of an old building, with a coffee shop above. The new location is at a busy major intersection a few miles away. The old location was small and intimate if not a bit cramped. The new location is in a space three times the size of the old and far more room to move. Despite these differences, there is one change between the two spaces that stands out the most to me — the music.

Not that there is recorded music being played in either location. There is not. A bookstore, and all spaces for that matter, have an inherent music all their own. For example, here is the music I hear right now…

• The hushed voices of a man and a woman having a conversation about their shelf-searching discoveries. In good bookstores, as in libraries, people tend to whisper. Her’s is a singsong of a classic Northern Minnesota tone. Scandinavian influenced with an upward lilt at the end. The spaces between her sentences are punctuated with the man’s lower pitched "Yep" and "Uh-huh". Like an orchestral strike at the end of each measure.

• The typing on the computer keyboards at the counter. Those of cashiers searching for books, or entering them into the system, or chatting with friends on Facebook, or… I have no idea what all the typing is about but it has a rhythm to it. A percussion I know I sensed less in the old location due to the trampling of caffeine drenched feet overhead which had their own much louder beat. These are their tap dance to the other’s kick drum.

• I still hear footsteps but these are slower ones. Some are heel-to-toe, others more a shuffle, coming from patrons as they slowly browse along the shelves.

• I hear the shuffle of the turning of pages. And, if I listen closely, the blowing of the HVAC system.

• On the busy street outside, I hear cars and trucks as they wiz by. Likely going faster than the posted limit. Then, the occasional dump truck or bulldozer rumbles past. Folks here say Minnesota has but two seasons — Winter and "Road Construction". This music is a good indication of which one we are currently in the midst of.

There is plenty of music here. All around me. It is different than it was before in the old location. Yet, in some ways, much the same as any bookstore anywhere. Were one who had bothered to hear it before be blindfolded, put into anyplace with books, and asked to guess where they were, this is the music they would use to deduce the correct answer.

This is all to say that music is constant and all around us. All the time. We but need to pay attention to it. We hear it but we don’t often listen. And, if we listen to these sounds close enough, they have tonality and rhythm and measure as true as anything else we might call music. We need it to orient us. To define our place and time. In a way, even those places we might think of as silent are not so at all.

Minnesota is home to a special place. It is, literally, the quietest place on earth — Orfield Labs. It is a sound lab specially designed to be completely devoid of noise. It manages to block out 99% of it. It is commonly used for product testing. So that manufacturers can test to see how loud (the music of) their washing machines, pacemakers, etc. are. But, the longest any human has been able to spend inside is 45 minutes. Most can’t last even a fraction as long. Any longer and they begin to go insane. They begin to hallucinate, are disoriented, or are driven mad by hearing the sound of their heartbeat and the blood moving through their veins. Turns out, we need the music that exists all around us just to keep from hearing that which is inside of us.

French composer Claude Debussy said, "Music is the space between the notes.". Perhaps he was speaking of more than the pauses, stops, and breaks that provide the drama in any composition. Perhaps, instead, he was speaking of the music we hear when the other music stops. Maybe, he was speaking of something much deeper and more broad. Perhaps, he was speaking of the sounds that represent and ground us to life itself. Not to mention, those that keep us sane.