Category Archives: Personal Growth

Three to Get Ready

I am rarely accused of being a spontaneous person. Bring on the spreadsheets and checklists! I like to think it makes me handy to have around. But I also have to be cautious that I’m not thinking so far ahead I forget what I’m doing today.

Since Road Trip 2024 is supposed to be about simplicity and tradition, it should also be “low-stress.” I’ve been working on what I call “positive apathy,” which I define (simply) as zero-based caring. It’s sort of like zero-based budgeting. You start with nothing (no worries) and selectively decide what to add. It helps to see it as having a worry box that is of limited size. You can only put so much in it.

There’s a lot of apathy these days, but who cares?”

“Mr. Boomsma”

Knowing the Amish has helped with this. They tend to be selective and deliberate. While we are worried that we don’t have the latest technology, the Amish think about whether or not it contributes to their lifestyle. I wonder how they pack and decide what to bring when they go on vacation? I may have to ask about that!

In my days as a road warrior, I was a bit of a minimalist but also thorough. I tend to be attracted to the travel size section in stores. While getting ready for this trip, I realized I’m still using the same toiletry bag I used decades ago. Back then, my goal was “what’s the smallest size suitcase I can get away with?” and I never checked luggage. Today, I remember our financial planner’s wisdom. “At this point in your life, the two most important words are comfort and fun.”

Ram is packed and ready!
There are still a few nooks and crannies–one more bag to go!

The Ram 1500 with a cap affords a lot of opportunity to carry creature comforts. Totes are my friends. Age is not. In anticipation of this trip I bought a pill box that accommodates thirty days worth. A separate Ziplock bag carries the “just in case” stuff. My toiletry bag now goes in a bigger bag.

And I remind myself that I’m a problem-solver. Running out of shaving cream won’t constitute a crisis. (Did you know that shampoo or conditioner works for shaving in a pinch?)

“Getting ready” includes a bit more abstract mental preparation. It might be more important than packing enough shaving crema. In the past, when we’d rush around to pack and take care of things before leaving, I’d joke, “We have to hurry up so we can slow down and relax!”

It’s funny but also wrong, really. Steven Covey says, “The key is not to prioritize what’s on your schedule, but to schedule your priorities.” A schedule is a bit like the worry box–you can only fit so much in it. My Amish friend Rachel has it figured out.

We leave tomorrow morning. I like that deadline! The truck will be pretty full. The worry box is almost empty. The schedule is relaxed and leisurely.

Two for the Show!

In the previous post, I mentioned the possibility of “coincidence or Karma” influencing some of our decisions. We were initially planning a “Road Trip 2025.” How that became “Road Trip 2024” might be a matter of coincidence or Karma.

My uncle was a dairy farmer. I blame him for my interest and love of all things cow. As a kid, I “helped” put up hay bales (rode on the baler), stood in the silo while it rained silage, helped with the milking… Our only difference was that he loved to watch horse pulling at fairs. I prefer ox draws. The competition is fun, but I just enjoy watching a good team being driven by a skilled teamster. Somewhere along the way, I realized I’d love to be “in the pit” and closer to the oxen.

For the uninitiated, an ox (singular) is a bovine trained and used as a draft animal. They are usually castrated bulls and fairly docile and safe to work with and are best trained starting as calves. The vocabulary is potentially confusing. In simple terms, oxen are castrated mature males. Cows are mature females that have been bred.

“The cow is of the bovine ilk; one end is moo, the other milk.”

Ogden Nash

I stumbled on to the Tillers International Website and learned they offer workshops (“hands on”) teaching how to train and drive oxen. It took some rationalizing, but I signed up, at first thinking it might be one of the most useless things I’ve done. It didn’t take long for this to morph into Road Trip 2024–visiting simplicity and tradition. The trip will include some time with Amish Communities and serve as research for a book on hope to write.

For a preview of “the show,” I can offer this video of a previous workshop held in June, 2024.

Can’t wait to smell some hay!

We’ll also spend a week in Holmes County, Ohio where the Amish flourish, visit a young Mennonite Friend in Indiana, and see some Amish friends in Pennysylvania. Three to get ready!

Previews of Coming Attractions

When I talk (every chance I get) about the workshop I’m going to attend this summer, my listening victim often orders, “Take pictures!” Well, someone did at the one held in June.

I’ve also received the “curriculum” for the workshop. The primary instructor also happens to teach high school, so my educator mindset is comfortable with how things will unfold. At the risk of bragging, I was also pleased at how much of the content I’m familiar with after years of watching ox pulls.

Stay tuned!

Subtle Changes

Some would say that subtle changes are the best ones. It’s no secret that human beings like predictability. Visit the grocery store and discover that “they moved” where certain things are. Or discover that the store has changed its hours. When did that happen?

For some reason, this year, I’ve been more keenly aware of the changes taking place with the way we celebrate Memorial Day. The irony doesn’t escape me that I’m remembering how we used to celebrate this day by remembering military personnel who died serving our country.

When I was a young child, Memorial Day was a big deal. Preparations started long before the day itself. I accompanied my Dad on multiple trips to the cemetery, making graves “look good.” We also would retrieve heavy rifles stored at the then-legion hall for some spit and polish in anticipation of the big parade that everyone in town attended. Mom spent a lot of time fussing with Dad’s dress blues. I got to wear my very own sailor’s cap on the day itself.

I don’t remember any cookouts or family picnics, although I’m sure we had them. One of my favorite photos of Dad is him in full uniform kneeling in a pasture on my uncle’s father’s farm. I think he stayed in uniform most of the day—at least that’s the way I remember it. Dad always seemed to stand a little taller and straighter on Memorial Day. I tried to be like him.

A Normandy Cemetery

The overriding word for that day was “pride.” at seven years old, I didn’t fully understand it, but I felt it.

Seventy years later, I wonder what today’s seven-year-olds are thinking and feeling.

I listened to a George Patton speech (not George C. Scott!) last night. He described the trail of the Third Army and Eighth Air Force as “marked by forty thousand white crosses, forty thousand dead Americans.” That mattered. He cared about them.

Memorial Day does not celebrate those deaths. It does not celebrate war. It is perhaps more accurately a celebration of human potential and of human commitment.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

George S. Patton

When did it become difficult to find a parade to watch on this special day? When did we stop visiting the cemetery to place flowers and straighten flags?

The least we can do today is stand a little taller and straighter.

Walter Bruce Boomsma, Sr.
S1 USNR
World War II
September 29, 1926 – June 24, 1954

My Brains!

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I suppose this screenshot puts me at some risk of landing in Facebook Jail, but it’s worth it. According to poster Becki Cassidy, it’s a visual representation of her real estate career in “stress squeezer form.”

Sales Agent Course Alumni may recall that I furnished these to students taking the course’s final exam. The idea was that you would have an extra brain to “squeeze” the information from. (Some data suggests that fidgeting (squeezing) improves focus and concentration.)

I really like Becki’s question, “Anyone getting a Wizard of Oz vibe?” I did–on several points. I’m not in Kansas anymore, having left teaching real estate and “repotting” myself. And, of course, “If I only had a brain” is an irresistible hum.

Maybe I’m enjoying this too much because of the fact that the brain is next to a heart, possibly suggesting some important synergy. Brain, heart, and courage do seem to be vital to personal success.

Thanks, Becki. It’s great to know my brains are still out there. Of course, they are now your brains. (Whenever UPS delivered a shipment, I would act excited while taking the box and exclaiming, “My brains came! My brains came!” ) The idea of brains existing outside the body can be fun.

I am humbly trying not to think of myself as a wizard, although we all have some wizard in us. We can “give” others helpful thinking and care and help create courage.

Following the yellow brick road is also not a bad idea. We all would benefit from having and better using our brains, hearts, and courage.

I’m off to see the wizard. Care to come along?