Getting off the rat race treadmill

It seems in Western cultures that we are almost programmed from birth to acquire THINGS.  If you ask people what they WANT out of life, most will respond with THINGS, e.g., comfortable home, nice car, clothes, good job and most will probably answer, money.  If you ask these same people what they NEED out of life, most people will likely pause and then say, health, safety, food and probably love.

Why are the two lists so different?  Why is there a separate list of WANTS and NEEDS?  Why do we spend our lives chasing the former and not the latter?

In Western cultures, it seems children grow up in an environment that emphasizes the WANTS over the NEEDS  They observe their parents working very hard to be able to purchase THINGS that are on the WANTS lists.  Incorporated into the WANTS lists are the NEEDS, but the focus seems to be on the WANTS.  Education is to be obtained so that one can obtain the WANTS.  So, these little people become adults chasing the WANTS.  Sure, some would say that the WANTS include the NEEDS.

When did education become a means of obtaining WANTS rather than a means of enriching the mind?  How exactly are our lives enriched by the THINGS on the WANTS list?

At a base level, humans NEED shelter, food and good health.  Yet, we climb on a rat race treadmill, chasing the THINGS on the WANTS list.  We want a big and even bigger house.  We want a new, fancy car with all the gadgets.  We want a bigger television.  We want lots of clothes and shoes.  We want a refrigerator and pantry stocked with lots of food.  We want our children to have the latest video game systems.  The list of WANTS is endless and the obtaining of these WANTS is a never-ending journey.  It's as if the obtaining of all these WANTS give us a badge that shouts to the world, I HAVE MADE IT, otherwise known in this country as "obtaining the American Dream."  Throw in 2.5 children and a healthy retirement fund that many will not live long enough to spend.

At the end of the day (your life), none of this will amount to anything.  Your survivors will pick over these THINGS that represent your earned badge, sell most of them and add to their collection of THINGS.  And the cycle continues.

Satisfying the NEEDS list is less time-consuming and ultimately more satisfying.  A life uncluttered by THINGS will open the way for the blessings!

Blessings!

Tee

Purging the Stuff of Life

It is spring cleaning time, but this year, my spring cleaning has turned into purging, serious purging. An article I read recently has really added fuel to my purging fire. Additional fire was added by a recent segment I saw about a young woman who is attempting to live a zero-waste life.  Over the last month or so, I've been giving a lot of thought to the "stuff" I've accumulated over the years. I must admit first that I come by my tendency to acquire stuff naturally. My mother has always had a lot of things, stuff. I tease her that she doesn't try to keep up with the Joneses, she IS the Joneses. Always the first in the neighborhood to get a new gadget or kitchen tool, she was the first person I knew who had one of the earliest mobile phones. It was a bag phone she kept in the glove compartment. She had one of the first VCRs. She has about ten cameras, including one that is a binocular camera combination. Even at 90 years old, she is still a clothes horse. Confined to a wheelchair, she still comes downstairs each day in matching clothes, complete with jewelry. So, I guess I can say honestly  that I came by my love of clothes, shoes and other stuff, genetically.

Nearly ten years ago, I lost my last full-time job. I was pushed out for my younger replacement. I had been fortunate to have made good money for years so I bought most of the things I wanted and all of the things I "thought" I needed. Working as a technology director, I had a budget that enabled me to be on the forefront of new and upcoming technology. I had the latest computer, software and mobile technology. It was transformative when I lost my job. Reduced to a mere fraction of the income I had made for years, I was unable to "keep up" with the latest and greatest. I had racks of clothing and shoes but I was unable to constantly supplement my clothing and shoe wardrobe. Along the way, I discovered that much of what I thought I "needed" was unneeded.

Over the years of my forced frugality, I realized how much the media and society pushes at us "stuff" that we think we need. The first place I noticed this was in mobile phones. People spend hundreds of dollars on the latest iPhone only for a new model to be released nine months later and, of course, one MUST get the newer one. Every year, clothing designers and manufacturers come out with the latest "trends." People rush out to buy new clothing so that their clothing does not look dated. Funny thing, though, clothing and shoes styles are recirculated. For example, wedge shoes are all the rage now. They were also the rage about six years ago before the new rage became 6-inch heels. The maxi dresses of the 70's and 80's are back now. How long do we chase current styles until we realize we have been had? About 15 years ago, I purchased a smoothie-maker from QVC. My son and I had fun making different fruit smoothies. Smoothies are once again the rage and the media is pushing new gadgets at us, at twice the price I paid, that will juice and make smoothies. Funnily, I still have my old smoothie-maker.

The recent stories mentioned at the beginning of this post caused an epiphany of sorts for me. For those of us who have been gainfully employed, we travel along our adult life collecting "things" We buy art. We buy gadgets. We buy knickknacks. We buy book after book to add to our library. We buy music to build our music library. We buy furniture. We buy clothes and shoes. We sit at the end of the day and feel proud of ourselves at being able to buy the stuff of life. At the end of day, what do we really gain from all this buying of stuff. Yes, we have nice décor in our homes. Yes, we have our collections of knickknacks, bells, clowns, coins, stamps, etc. It's as if we gain a badge that shouts "look at me; look at what I've been able to accumulate." But, at the end of day, what have we really gained? What have we missed out on in our attempt, in our race, to gain all of this stuff?

So, the purge has begun. I've long had a rule that if I've not used it or worn it in two years, I donate it.  This year, I'm going further, deeper. I'm purging my home of the stuff that is not vital to my well-being. I firmly believe that all this stuff has been blocking my creativity, blocking my blessings. I rarely drink or entertain – out goes the stemware I've collected for years. I'm tired of dusting knickknacks that really serve no purpose. Out they go. I've practically lived in jeans for nearly ten years –out goes half of my shoe collection. I live in a large house with a dining room that is only used at most twice a year. I have a guestroom that is only used maybe twice a year. My third bedroom is a library/office which houses mainly hundreds of books, most of which I've not reread. I'm downsizing my living space. I don't need a three-bedroom, nearly 2,500 square feet house for one person.

It is a cleansing feeling. The more I purge, the more I feel my energy surging. The creativity and blessings are sure to follow.

Blessings,

Tee

Have we become complacent?

Last week, social media was abuzz with chatter about the B.E.T. Awards, Being Mary Jane and whether Beyonce was again pregnant. Yet, there was little chatter about a landmark piece of legislation that was gutted by the U.S. Supreme Court.

Last week, the U.S. Supreme Court struck down (many say gutted) a large portion of the Voting Rights Act of 1965. This landmark legislation was signed by President Lyndon B. Johnson in 1965. The Act was implemented to overcome legal barriers that prevent African-Americans from voting under the 15th Amendment of the Constitution.

As a little refresher on the pertinent point, The 13th Amendment (1865) abolished slavery and involuntary servitude. The 14th Amendment was enacted in 1868 and granted citizenship rights to emancipated slaves. It said that if states don't give voting rights to black men, they cannot then count them as part of the population for purposes of gaining seats in the House of Representatives. (Women did not gain the right to vote in the U.S. until the 19th Amendment in 1920.) Southern states vigorously and violently opposed the right of black men to vote, yet they wanted representation in Congress.

In 1870, the 15th amendment was ratified. It stated that voting rights in states cannot be withheld on the basis of race, color and previous position of servitude. Despite the ratification of the 15th Amendment, southern states still fought giving the ability to vote to black men. They instituted poll taxes and literacy tests for black men. White people were "grandfathered" in and did not have to take such tests or pay poll taxes. This was the impetus to the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

The Voting Rights Act was a landmark act. It prohibited "states from imposing any voting qualification or prerequisite to voting, or standard, practice, or procedure ... to deny or abridge the right of any citizen of the United States to vote on account of race or color." This is the Act that was gutted (by a vote of 5-4) by the Supreme Court.

During the run-up to the 2012 Presidential Election, many states attempted to enact "Voter ID" laws. This is the 21st Century version of the old poll taxes. Realizing that the minority will soon by the majority and that this new majority more and more votes Democrat, Republicans had to find a new way to deter and dis-enfranchise voters. The various voter id laws are one way to do this. Another is the re-districting that is going on in many southern states. Without the protection of The Voting Rights Act, in its entirety, many blacks and people of color will be unable to vote. Failing to attract minorities and many young people to their party, the extreme Right is seeking other means to disenfranchise voters of color.

Of course, Congress and the Legislature can pass new legislation to enact new law, but with the Republicans fighting tooth and nail, it will be an uphill battle.

Young people need to learn the history and become involved in the process. Rather than worrying about whether Beyonce is again pregnant or discussing 50 Cent's latest troubles with the law or who won what award at the B.E.T. Awards, get involved in what affects your future. Learn your history and HIStory.

Now that the election is over ....

In an earlier post, I talked at length about the origins and now dominance of what I call the new majority in the United States. As a member of this group, I am, of course, ecstatic. Yet, I have many concerns.

As I watched the numbers increase during the last two decades, I also began to notice that rather than a bridge being constructed between the brown and black communities, we began to chip away at each other. Rather than recognizing our commonalities (one of my favorite words), it seemed that many of the members of both communities began to exhibit what is called the "crabs in the bucket" mentality. This mentality alludes to a bunch of crabs in a bucket, all attempting to climb to the top of the bucket and freedom, pulling each other down, somehow thinking "if I can't get it [freedom], neither can you. This saddened me tremendously. The black and brown communities share the same issues and problems: crime, drugs, teenage pregnancy, poverty, high drop-out rate and many more. Rather than recognizing our strength collectively, we began to denigrate and chip away at each other, each afraid the other would attain something the other lacked.

With the election of 2012, these two communities, along with the LBGT community, are now the new majority. I'll say that again, they are the new majority. This word brings with it power, both political and economic power. Now what are we going to do with it? We now have the power to exact not revenge, but fruit, fruit of the centuries of labor and enrichment of this country exacted from our ancestors. If, and this is a big IF, we work together collectively, we can move mountains. We can continue to elect politicians who will enact legislation that benefits the majority, not the minority. We can boycott businesses who treat our members unfairly. We can join and support each other in our respective battles. We can educate our young people both about the past battles and the battles to come. We must pass the baton on to these younger people so that they can do the same to their children. We can do a lot, collectively.

Be neither naive nor misled. The former majority is not going away quietly. Already, they are conferring behind closed doors in their country clubs and executive dining rooms. They are angry about the election loss. Their ethnocentrism and arrogance will not let them rest nor be satisfied with the wealth they've obtained through the abuse/misuse of the former minority. They will attempt to categorize the new majority as people with their hands held out for "goodies" or "handouts." They will attempt to create problems within the new majority. They will even find a few members of each respective group in the majority to join their team, promising them a share of their wealth and power. These "tokens" will attempt to convince members of their own group to join them.

Now is the time to continue the momentum. Don't stop with the presidential election. Vote in the off-year elections. We cannot afford to stand still nor to go backward.

Blessings,

Tee

Reaping What Was Sown

I read a blog post earlier today that inspired me to finally write something about the recent re-election of Barack Obama.

The post has, in my view, a general theme of the United States reaping what it has sown. It got me thinking of what I now called the New Majority. Rather than the oxymoronical term minority/majority, the demographics of the majority in the U.S. has changed. The majority is no longer white.

The name of one of my other blogs is America's Birth Defect - Racism. Oddly to some, the name came some Condolezza Rice said in an interview. Racism founded this country, made this country rich and for the most part did it with the free labor of slaves, indigenous peoples and poor whites. The white and wealthy elite have reaped the benefits of this stolen labor for centuries. Indeed, the major reason for the break from England that resulted in the Revolutionary War and the subsequent birth of the new nation was England's burgeoning abolitionist movement. Slavery was profitable and necessary for the new country. The Founding Fathers (most of them slaveholders) were willing to fight rather than give up the free labor necessary to build their new country.

African slaves and their descendants did not take the envisioned eternal stripping of their freedom lying down. From the onset, resistance, uprisings and other challenges were constant. Blood was shed, lives were lost, but the resistance continued. Freedom, and the longing for it, is something innate in a man, regardless his color.

As the centuries passed and the country grew, others of color joined the slaves and indigenous peoples in the building of the country. In later years, immigrants both legal and illegal, came to the U.S. in hopes of a better life for themselves and their families. Most were treated as second-class citizens, but still they came and their numbers grew. Initially, many if not most of these immigrants were so happy to be in the country they psychically shrugged off their second-class status and treatment. But, these people watched, learned and waited - patiently - as did the descendants of the formerly enslaved.


Meanwhile, the majority was busy reaping the earnings of the system they had created. Perhaps the thought, the wish, was that the second-class citizens though finally deemed 100% man rather than three-fifths were too ignorant to watch and learn. Please let me digress here by discussing, briefly, what came to be known as the Three Fifths Compromise.


As the new country grew and developed structures for the distribution of taxes and the apportionment of members of the new House of Representatives, the slave population also grew, especially in the south. This meant the slave population in a state determined not only the wealth of the state, but also its tax obligations. The northern states objected to this because it would mean the southern states were wealthier, while the southern states, of course, objected because of the larger tax burden to be placed on them. Thus, began what was actually a series of compromises, one in 1783 and another in 1787 that determined that slaves were only three-fifths of a white man.


And the disenfranchised, second-class citizens continued to labor, watch and most importantly, learn. Added to this rapidly growing group was the LBGT community, also a rapidly growing and politically significant part of the population. Yet, despite its wealth, education and other legacies, the majority group didn't pay attention, occasionally throwing tidbits of political crumbs at the minority group. Busily counting and continuing to amass their wealth, they failed to notice the growing size of the disenfranchised group and probably didn't even consider that the latter group might be also learning.


However, the minority group never stopped watching and learning, until 2008, when the black face of an African-American man named Barack Obama emerged as a serious threat to their complacency. By then, it was too late, and we all know the result. By 2012, the minority, disenfranchised group was no longer the minority. They asserted their political and re-elected Barack Obama. In their egocentric, arrogant complacency, the former majority group was so confident that their candidate would win they were celebrating before the final returns were counted. In fact, their candidate, Mitt Romney, wrote only an acceptance speech. (A fact that to this day truly stuns me!)


I have no sympathy for the former majority group. They are reaping EXACTLY what they sowed.


Blessings,


Tee

Why do we let age define us?

Earlier today, I watched CBS’ Sunday Morning. There was a segment on their correspondent, Susan Spencer, learning to ride a unicycle. Susan had just reached a milestone birthday (she didn’t indicate which one but I suspect it was her 60th). She was determined to learn something new – and daring. She found a woman on the Internet who has been unicycling for more than 25 years. Despites falls and missteps, Susan had a ball learning to ride the unicycle.

As I watched the segment, it finally dawned on me that I am one who has not let age, or the calendar, define who I am and my capabilities. As I’m marching toward a milestone birthday, several friends my age had made comments such as: “you know our life is more than half over;” “our best days are behind us:” “I’m too old to do that;” and my least favorite, “people our age don’t do that.” I say, psssh to all of that. Who said so? I have a friend who retired at age 52 with “no intention to ever work again.” Since then, he spends his days sprawled in his recliner with his remote in hand.

The dictionary defines retire as: to withdraw, to remove oneself, to fall back or retreat. Using these definitions, I don’t ever want to retire from life. I see life as a journey that has many paths, many chapters, many adventures. More than six years ago, I decided to make a career change at an age that many of my contemporaries were contemplating retirement in ten years or more. I am truly my mother’s child. My mother, in her 8th decade of living, is always up for a new journey, hobby or adventure. I always say were it not for her arthritis, she would bunjy jump. She has a desktop computer, a laptop and most recently purchased a tablet. A voracious reader, she’s always finding some new technology that interests her or a new hobby that she’ll pursue. I’m like my Mom. I decided - and not even consciously, it’s how I’m wired - that I’m going to pursue what interests me.

I suspect that this idea of slowing down as one enters their 50’s is primarily a Western custom. We work, work, work, then we retire to the armchair or recliner with the remote in hand. No wonder we die earlier than our contemporaries in other countries/cultures. We ride our cars everywhere, eat processed foods because we’re so busy with work to cook wholesome meals, we chase material things – the new car, the bigger house, the more expensive vacations – only to retire, withdraw.

I don’t let the calendar define, or limit, me. Life is for the living. For me, there’s no such thing as preparing for the end of my life, certainly not by withdrawing from life. As long as I’m blessed with good health and the ability to try and experience new things, I’m going to do just that. I know two languages, I want to learn an additional three: Spanish, Portuguese and Arabic. I want to start a business, or two. I want to start a foundation to assist the homeless. I want to travel. I want to learn, finally, to swim. And so much, much more.

Nearly thirty years ago, I talked with an elderly woman in the produce department of the local grocery store. After telling me how to prepare spaghetti squash, she told me that she learned it from an old Italian woman and concluded with “chile I’ll be learning until the day I’m laying in my grave.” I’m that elderly woman. I will be learning and enjoying this journey called life until the day they close the casket lid.

Be Blessed!
T

Gone too soon - Gary C. “Spanky” Cottrell, 12/25/1974-05/03/2011

Like a comet blazing cross the evening sky,
gone too soon

Like a rainbow fading in the twinkling of an eye,
gone too soon

Shiny and sparkly and splendidly bright, here one day, gone one night

Like the loss of sunlight on a cloudy afternoon,
gone too soon

Like a castle built upon a sandy beach,
gone too soon

Like a perfect flower that is just beyond your reach,
gone too soon

Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight, here one day,
gone one night,
gone too soon

Like a sunset dying with the rising of the moon,
gone too soon,
gone too soon

I will love you forever, Spanky,
Aunt "Treesa"