Some Microblogging: On Heartbeats, Gratitude, and Rejection

I am a man who is prone to excess verbiage.  I like to talk, and I like to share ideas.  If I get a head of steam up, I will try to say the same thing several times so that I can reach people with different learning modalities… which in theory is good, but in practice, well, unpracticeable.

When the concept if Microblogging appeared, I loved it in the same way that I loved flash fiction: it is a way to say things that forces me to be compact.  I often fail to share those ideas here, though.  I wanted to re-share a couple of posts I made today on facebook, for my readers.

First, on heartbeats.

Today, I spent time talking to a battered woman who has just left her husband. She was feeling pretty adrift, and was struggling to move forward – the temptation to wallow or escape was very strong. I put this thought to her:

Consider for a moment that your heart has a limited number of beats. And you can never know how many of them you have. Every thing you give time, energy, or emotion to is an expenditure of a finite number of heartbeats.

Is everything you are doing in your life worth the precious moments you spend on them?

Consider also that right now you have the power to choose what is in your life and what is not.

Second, on gratitude, with special thanks to Ginkgo, Paul Elam, Kimski, and Dr. Jake Ramore – I am walking a humble man among giants:

Today I am feeling really blessed – there has been some very flattering feedback on my work in some very important places for Men on the Internet. Like Genderratic and AVfM.

It is days like this that remind me that I am making a difference in the lives of others. And that is the most important thing to me.

Finally, on rejection, with props to Brendon Burchard… a personal hero:

In his recent book, The Charge, life coach Brendon Burchard discussed a survey he had been conducting as a part of his presentations that really blew my mind. He asked diverse audiences ranging from other coaches to corporate executives, to hollywood stars, to writers how often they had been rejected in a way that really hurt and humiliated them. In ages rangigng from teens to fifty-somethings.

The average for his audiences of thousands was seven in their whole lifetime.

And the number of times they were met with kindness, love, or acceptance numbered in the hundreds of thousands. No one could honestly count the number of times they were treated with compassion.

Fear of being rejected in a way that hurts is drives us to hold ourselves back. It keeps us from doing the things we want, creating the artwork we want, making the job we want. These incredibly rare and improbable rejections are what keep us from being truly amazing.

Just seven foolish and fleeting moments, half of which will be with people you don’t know and who won’t matter.

I pose to you a curious thought: What if you have already used up your fair share of these rejections? What is left to fear? What excuses do you have left?