Friday, January 29, 2016
You know how mission statements can be boring, run too long, sound like they are God’s gift to the consumer, and promise to heal the ills of mankind? Sometimes when you look at a company and compare it to their mission statement you wonder if they live on the same planet.
I Googled, “#Mission statement” —you know the first place we go these days for information. Google’s advice was, “Keep it short.”
Viola’ this popped into my head. “Live wild.”
That’s it. That’s short. That’s my mission statement.
Perhaps a tag line could be: “Help people improve their lives.”
Yes, yes, I know, “Physician heal yourself.” I’m not a physician a psychiatrist or have any such illustrious job titles. Remember the old Bible story of the man on the road to Damascus and saw a fellow traveler lying wounded? The Good Samaritan stopped and poured oil on his wounds. The prevailing joke in college was, “Maybe the man didn’t want oil on his wounds.”
If you do, ask for it.
I’m asking this: If you would like to help with the direction of this blog, it would make me happy as our two pups running around the living room, circling the coffee table, over the couch, into the bedroom, over the bed…
Here are the questions:
1. Who are you? _______________________________________________
2. What are your hopes and dreams?______________________________
3. What is getting in the way of achieving those dreams?
Copy, paste and send to my personal email email@example.com
I won’t promise a perfect solution. I won’t always be upbeat because life isn’t that way all the time. I won’t try to be someone I’m not; even wild horses get pissed sometimes. (But that doesn’t remain a permanent condition.)
I’m staying with my title “Wishing on White Horses, www.wishingonwhitehorses.com as that is the title of this blog, I’ve had it so long it is ingrained in my consciousness, it has a dot com, and I have some dear, wonderful, stupendous followers. Are you one?
How about a sign-up?
See, I’m learning to ask for what I want.
How about you?
I can’t wait to see/read what is going to happen here. I’m jazzed.
P.S. If you want a personal answer to a question that’s been stuck in your craw,
Now 15₵ (Price of living increase you know.)
The answer might be pertinent, or it might be “Go home and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” It depends on my mood, my mental capacity, or whether or not Mercury is in retrograde.
Live long and prosper.