where am i living?

I’ve been wanting to post about this all week.

A friend of mine, Trish, recently told me about a seminar she attended where that question was asked. “Where are you living?” At first it caught me off guard until she explained a little further.

We all have a line. We all draw that line. We all live above the line or below it. We can never live on both sides of the line at one time. Our lives go well or poorly, depending on where we live.






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When we chose to live above the line, we take ownership. We don’t shift responsibility. We take pride. We meet our obligations. When we live above the line we enjoy freedom. We don’t sell our soul. We aren’t in bondage to anyone or anything. We prize independence and value justice. When we live above the line we have power. Personal power, individual power, collective power. We find strength. We develop endurance, permanence, effectiveness and intensity. And when we live above the line we have choice. Choice gives us alternatives. Choice provides opportunities and options. Choice gives us ownership, freedom and power. In fact when we live above the line, each of these characteristics gives to and builds each of the other characteristics.


When we live below the line our lives take a different direction. We don’t like ourselves. We don’t like many other people. We don’t like our situation. Heck! We don’t like the dog. At first we might think that life will be better below the line. We don’t have to grow up. We don’t have to make difficult decisions, pay our way, do the hard stuff. We don’t have to tell the truth, we don’t have to be responsible or accountable. We have an instant excuse for everything that goes wrong in our lives.

[We might think we have freedom, power and choice, but the very minute we don’t take ownership, we immediately slide below the line.]

Sadly, when we live below the line, we never have anything that is above the line. We might think we do, for a very short time. But then it quickly disappears. [If we’re honest with ourselves, which doesn’t often happen below the line, we are forced to realize that we never really had it in the first place.] Many times we eventually give up and just quit.

The journey to b.e.t.t.e.r. is above the line. The journey is well-marked, well-traveled, well-versed and well-loved. The journey to b.e.t.t.e.r  has been around for centuries, millennia, eternities. It has many names, some of which are conscience, truth, religion, decency, integrity, morality, verity, honor.

Which reminds me of a conversation I had with my darling [about-4-at-the-time] granddaughter. We were talking about honor one day. She said something like “My dad has honor! In fact his name is Richard Honor Ward.”

His name is Richard Arnold Ward!

Too cute! [And she’s right about him having honor!]