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29Feb/160

Three Ways To Be Courageous in 2016

Ten years ago, I wrote and performed a ballsy, brave, one man show:Knucklebones.

My brave instructor, Gretchen Cryer, had given me permission to write about the scary dark places we all possess.

Talking about male rape, addiction, abandonment, betrayal, teen homosexual longing for love, hurt and redemption, there was no way to unflinchingly explore and create insightful, gutsy analysis without speaking in a multitude of voices and tenses.

As I approach the new year and hurdle towards my fifties, I find myself asking :what happened to that emotionally brave theater soldier?

It is time to stop asking permission and struggling to explain and move into taking charge by tapping into those reservoirs of courage, power, initiative and creativity.

I will create a great year by taking on the following three tasks. Creating as if I don't give a shit and have nothing to lose; welcoming opportunities to be honest and confrontational when it is needed and finally, understanding that there might be a better way of doing things that I have yet to discover.

I want to encourage people to be brave in 2016 and beyond. My act of bravery for the year-publishing my anthology, Ain't I A Man and a collection of Sci Fi Short stories.

While creating sci fi may sound like a blast to create, it may require more than one confrontation.

My students often feel that confrontation is a bad thing.

They feel that actively seeking out and highlighting differences is negative and to be avoided. When I point out that an honest discussion (seen as confrontation) can and often does lead to growth and a severe creative outburst, they seem confused.

We are often taught to avoid honest and passionate discourse and dissent for fear that we will upset someone and eliminate a friendship.

Being bold in 2016 means I must develop a spirit that will allow me to be an outsider, a person who goes against the grain and doesn't die a slow death as a result.

Being honest with myself also means confronting my fears surrounding being misunderstood or put "into a box" to make others comfortable. When I allow others to define me, I become angry and feel the need to disengage and cease creating from a position of boldness and self definition.

A healthy confrontation will mean nothing if my ego and love of being right undermines the process of change that could occur.

Most of us want change if and when we have instituted it.

In order to have a big bold life, it is imperative that we welcome change and don't freak out when it appears.

Finding people we can trust who also are committed to "doing it differently" is required if change is to be welcomed and not shunned. It usually means widening your social circle and seeking out folks who are also yearning for something bolder.

People who want big, bold lives are not afraid to think and look at things via a very different lens.

Most people will never get it.

It is not our job to cajole, teach and manipulate those around us who are content with the way things are and have no use for change and the fear it engenders.

Look to folks who are already on the path to developing change and ushering in a new way of thinking and behaving.

It is never to late to take on change and improvement.

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21Feb/160

The Number 1 Reason Relationships Fail (And What to Do About It)

Most of us lie all the time.

My friends and acquaintances who were brought up outside of the United States have a very different approach to love, relationships and friendships.

It is their approach to communicating and commitment that I model when examining and making attempts to deepen and enrich my interactions with others.

While they are not perfect nor without fault regarding some of their choices, there is an understanding of what a friendship looks like and what it entails.

I wrote an essay recently with the title: When Friends Attack.

I wanted to have a look at our collective inability to tell the truth to friends and the problems this causes.

When I was in my twenties, it was important that I know and socialize with as many people as possible.

It was not uncommon for me to spend most of the night dancing away in a club and then meet the same folks for a meal a few hours later.

Nor was it uncommon to twirl the evening away then met a different click of folks a few hours later who had nothing to do with the previous night's shenanigans.

It wasn't so much about living a double life.

It was more about coloring the truth a number of varying shades depending on my present company.

I had a need for unmitigated wiggling and six hours stretches of time reading in my favorite bookstores.

I was not willing to give up any of my worlds and enjoyed darting in and out of all of them often deriving a sense of power from being the conduit to people who ordinarily would have never met.

What I refused to do was tell the truth about what I wanted or required at any given moment.

My understanding of friendships for a very long time was warped and limited.

There was no speaking up unless you were pissed off then things that were said could cause irreparable damage.

Until I turned twenty five, it never occurred to me that a good course of honesty is what all relationships need.

Truth telling, based on my experience, was a weapon used to crush the enemy, get the upper hand and shut down conversation.

This flawed thinking kept me around people I didn't like or respect and allowed me to simply plod along in my life with no serious ride or die commitment to anything.

Truth telling in friendships and human interaction of any kind often has unpredictable results.

When a friend gets brutally honest about a feeling and refuses to remain silent, it is uncomfortable and scary.

Will the relationship end?

Will there be a reassignment of friendship duties?

A confrontation basically means:I'm right;you're wrong.

There is one result that you can usually count on:somebody is gonna get mad.

This is the usual response along with a healthy dose of denial and justification and a dollop of blame just to keep it interesting.

As a result of so much of the shaming that goes along with being honest is it any wonder that people freak out when there is an opportunity to be honest thereby deepening the bond with another?

We are taught that being honest is cute for young children and downright entertaining and well earned by older folks.

Allowing this myth oriented and limited thinking to guide our interactions keeps us all afraid to speak or even think honestly.

If we follow this philosophy, we limit the types of powerful relationships we can create.

We learn to settle.

We learn to manipulate, withhold and lace each interaction with subterfuge and veiled, purposely misleading opinions and insights.

Truth telling in relationships is not easy and will cost you some relationships.

I am often amused when people allow you to regale them with your brilliance and insight regarding the world's problems then wince when you honestly mention your shortcomings and places where you have made mistakes.

When people have told me that I am being rude or brash or have upset them as a result of pointing out what is or is not working, I think of the times when I am being honest about a shortcoming of my own which no one minds hearing.

When we boldly move out of secret keeping and emotional dishonesty, we will upset more than a few of our so called "friends".

True friends require from themselves and whomever they are in relationship with to fully "show up".

Truth telling in our most intimate relations forces us to determine the type of communication we allow and then offers us the opportunity to change it or simply wallow and say this is enough for me.

When I declared that my club hopping days were over, folks got mad.

When I announced I was leaving Detroit, folks got mad.

When I moved to Japan and then New York and then to California, those who were acquaintances shut me out.

Those who had built honest relationships with me encouraged my guts and commitment to personal growth.

They knew our friendship could grow not diminish.

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20Feb/160

My Year of Living Dangerously by Taking Full Responsibility for Everything

Yesterday, I made a mistake at work and totally forgot to acquire an agreed upon resource for one of my wonderful students.

Work relationships, like all relationships that you decide to invest in emotionally, give you the opportunity to address familial and chronic distresses and "not good enoughs".

We can decide to speak up or remain quiet and hopefully exit a situation unscathed and unnoticed.

I will apologize for the forgotten agreement.

After the apology, I will move on and highlight to myself all the good that I have provided for this student and the sixty others I have sworn to support and encourage.

2016 will be my year of taking responsibility. I will not blame, whine or point fingers.

I will not look for things to fear nor someone to blame.

I will make sure that I have all the information I need to make a great decision, then make one and deal with the consequences.

My year of taking full responsibility means I will not agree to things I have no desire to partake in nor agree to things I am uneasy about simply to spare the feelings of another.

On New Year's Eve, there was an opportunity to allow someone to defile my home or speak up and stop it.

I chose to speak up.

Knowing that I have he right to speak up despite how anyone feels is a great undertaking and one hell of a drug.

My year of full responsibility is multi-faceted.

Primarily, I am committed to three things: courage, curiosity and stellar communication.

Recently I began living from courage and urgency and my life exploded in many ways.

I bought my first home.

I tore into my day job like the beast that I am and started handling the financial aspect of my newly married status like a pro.

There is no way to take full responsibility without being courageous.

When I have decided that cowardice was a wiser(easier) choice, I felt like shit.

There is nothing worse than regret.

Choosing inaction makes you feel like a coward.

As a bright Seventeen-year-old, I dreamt of an education and passionate learning environment that was Columbia University.

When no one supported this life vision, I simply did what was expected and justified the decision constantly.

Attending an all black, small, liberal arts institution in the South in the 80's as a gay man was one hell of a decision that brought all kinds of oppressive and vile shit into my life.

Between the homophobia, class issues and constant fear of being outed, there also was the issue of not being challenged to look at things critically.

When you are being indoctrinated into the black, heterosexual, bourgeoisie middle class, there really is no time for taking responsibility outside of any arena that will not secure or improve your social standing in the aforementioned arena.

What could my life have been like had I taken full responsibility for my sexuality (coming out), risked being shunned and figured out how to make it financially without the assistance of people more frightened by life than I was and more committed to the status quo ?

The deadliest thing you can ever do is allow people to make life decisions for you or have any say in what you need or should be doing.

Rather than sitting around indulging in pre-determined life assignments, it is more dangerous to tear out and believe that you will figure shit out and self adjust.

bell hooks in her latest books on education encourages us all to become lifelong self-directed learners.

In this process danger is always afoot. Danger of not knowing. Danger of looking like a fool. Danger of having to continue despite brutal and real obstacles.

Real danger is never challenging yourself or finding out how far you can go in your career, in your relationships, in your life.

As you age, being dangerous is both inevitable and highly avoidable.

Most of us are already dead and just haven't crawled into our graves yet.

Take full responsibility and watch miracles unfold.

It is never too late to take on life and challenge and crush your fears.

Contact me and let me know how your danger looks and how you've kicked it in the junk.

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7Feb/160

One More Thing to Handle to Make Sure Your Life Doesn’t Suck

While every interaction is a type of communication, I am learning to be direct, deliberate and clear when I speak.

In my day job, it is not uncommon to speak with forty different people during an eight hour workday.

Each person doesn't hear what I say they screen what I say through their personal history and life experiences.

When we choose honest and clear communication, we increase our chances of making personal and professional improvements.

When we are determined to create wonderful lives and kick some serious butt in 2016, we do not allow confusion to remain.

We share, experience and demand clarity at each gathering and interaction.

We can always choose to stop communication, think about what's has been said and ask for things to be repeated.

Most of don't communicate well because we have not made this a priority nor have we, en masse, mastered the fine art of truly, deeply listening to one another.

We wait for the other person to shut up or their voice to trail off so that we can jump in to correct, offer suggestions or recant a similar experience of our own.

We look for inconsistencies or lies and play detective.

Be a true ally.

Try listening with your heart and not a mind that has no use for fresh, innovative perspectives.

If you're making a decision while I'm talking, you ain't listening.

At my day job, I am constantly tasked with heart listening.

Heart listening means I am not sending emails, texting or otherwise engaged no matter how busy I am or what needs to be done.

Here's a solution:

For the next week, put on a great piece of music that you've heard a bazillion times and listen with a different set of ears (heart listen).

I tried this once with Stevie Wonder's Talking Book and heard some things I had never heard before and was brought to tears.

I now proclaim this the year of heart listening and incredible change.

When we really listen, we will be shocked at what we can learn and how similar we are.

Rather than listening to judge, listen to love. Increase your compassion and dare to listen without distractions and agendas.

When I was jazz/blues singer, my teacher was constantly ranting about "opening our ears" and allowing this experience to take hold of us and change us.

I suggest you do the same.

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