Let's do it "better" and not get stuck, doing it "right."

Let’s say you set out to do something “right.”

Austin doing it real. 

Austin doing it real. 

This has two problems. 

One: if you aren’t doing it “right,” the way we are usually wired, we are a bit, or a lot anxious… we haven’t got it “right” yet.

Two: if you do get it “right,” you are stuck. That’s it. That’s the tip top. You have reached the end point and there is nowhere to go.

 

Now, let’s try this.

You set out to do something “better.”

This can be fun.

Because you can aim for only slightly better and have some instant improvement. And then a little more better. And a little more.

And, versus two above: there is no end. You can keep getting better and better and better.

 

And here’s some fun, in addition.

Better can be better as in “more fun.”

Or as in “more interesting.”

Faster.

Slower.

Sexier. 

Happier.

Different. 

Crazier.

Sillier.

 

The world is open to you, when you let go of perfection and doing it “right.”

 

I was coaching today, and the woman is a great student of Jesus.

I have a friend, Dick Staub, one Orcas Island, a pastor at the Orcas Island Community Church, who has written a book titled About You.

The subtitle is the cool part: Jesus came not to make us Christian, but to help us become Fully Human.

 

Fully Human seems like “better” to me. More emotional. More loving. More forgiving. More fumbling. Fully human.

And you know how stinky “good” many so-called Christians are. They are doing it “right,” and busy bossing themselves and others to some strict idea of how to be.

This is fine for stupid people, they need their rules.

 

But to be fully human is to use creativity (didn’t God create as His main gig) and intelligence and humanity and find out, what does it mean to be “fully human.”

 

And now, let’s make it concrete.

Let’s pretend there is a “right” way to raise our right arm so it is pointing directly forward.

It must be a certain speed of lifting.

It must be exactly ninety degrees when it finishes.

The body must be firm and rigid.

How UnFun to do this.

 

Now, let’s try “better” possibilities.

Slower.

Hand relaxed more.

Hand up.

Hand down.

Arm slightly out.

Arm slightly in.

Wiggling as we come up.

Bending over as we come up.

Arching our backs as we come up.

Jumping up and down as we come up.

Singing or hopping as we come up.

Variable speed.

Smiling.

Frowning.

Frown/ smile/ giggle/ whistle.

 

Isn’t that how we want to live?

 

Wild Geese

What I love about this poem, is the vulnerability she speaks to in the human condition. All of us long for connection and yet, our belonging to one another is as natural the nature of life. I love the idea of the world calling to us 'harsh and exciting' announcing each of our places in the family of things; beautiful. 

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.  ~ Mary Oliver ~