Month: September 2025

The Cost of Being Busy: A Masonic Perspective

“My tardiness in answering your letter was not due to press of business. Do not listen to that sort of excuse; I am at liberty, and so is anyone else who wishes to be at liberty. No man is at the mercy of affairs. He gets entangled in them of his own accord, and then flatters himself that being busy is a proof of happiness.” – Seneca, Letter 106

I love Seneca. He’s my favorite Stoic. His writings, over 2000 years old, are eerily relevant today. The above quote, except the last line, was just what I needed to read today. With regards to my life, “and then flatters himself that being busy is a proof of happiness” is not at all accurate. I don’t flatter myself about being happy. I am happy with my life. It is very fulfilling in so many ways. I choose to be busy. Not only do I choose it, but I also love being busy.
So where am I going with this?
I have somehow gone from enjoying my many activities to feeling obligated to be everywhere.

Some context will be helpful, I suppose. I am a Freemason. Freemasonry is a Fraternity, and like all Fraternities, membership can fluctuate in activity level. When we Masons find an active, willing, and helpful guy we gather around that man. As much as I don’t want to admit it, we rely heavily on that man. We get as much out of him as we can. It is not an exploitation but a sad reality. We have many causes. Much of the membership is satisfied with their current activities. Others simply don’t have the time.
I have the time. And I am that man.

Masonry is my passion and I build my work schedule around it for the most part. I am a senior Officer in my home lodge. I am a District Officer. I am also a member of 2 other lodges. I am an officer in one of them. I am also a Shriner. I am a member of York Rite. I am a 32 degree Scottish Rite Mason. I am also a member of the Masonic Motorcycle Riding Association, the Widows Sons. I am active in most of these bodies.
And it is getting to be too much. I need to work.

I don’t know how it happened, but I lost my ability to say no. I should have seen it coming, I know myself. I am not a spectator, I am a doer. If something needs to be done, it’s not enough for me to hope someone else will do it. I enjoy my charity work. I enjoy mentoring the newer members. I also enjoy spending time with my Brothers, it is 95% of my friend base. The more people you know, the more invitations you get to events. I can’t state this firmly enough, I care about the fraternity with all of my heart. We do good work for others and it is a great source of gratification. But somehow I feel obligated to be at everything. For a while, it was manageable. Lately, it’s getting to be more of a commitment or obligation than a privilege. I suspect that I am doing too much. It is costing me my peace, as well as money. The cost of gas alone is killing me. Add that to the loss of income and I am going in a negative direction.

I realized this morning that I am holding off on getting a part-time job because of my Masonic commitments. I have a job lined up already. The owner is expecting me to call him. I haven’t because I’m trying to figure out a way to make the schedule work. That’s fucking ridiculous.

I detail cars. It is a seasonal business, obviously. And my customer base is dwindling. I also drive Uber and Lyft, which is killing my car and sometimes costs me as much as I earn. I need a part-time job. It seems absurd that I don’t have one. I spend all of my time on events that cost me money, and most of my time is wasted. Just reading this drives it home.

There are 3 Masonic events this weekend. I am going to one. It is a funeral, and that is important to me. I am feeling guilty about not committing to the other 2. Why? I need to do something about this. As Mr. Miyagi famously stated,
“Balance, Daniel-San. Balance.”

I’m doing too much. I feel too obligated. It’s wearing me down. I need to work.

It’s OK to say NO.

What would Ted do?

I discussed the show Ted Lasso in my last post. If you read it, you will know that I found a tremendous amount of redeemable traits in the main character. As a fictional character, I must stop short of most comparisons. But, as presented, I see in him the person I want to be. He is not perfect. In fact, he is deeply flawed. As am I. And most of the world as well.
What so inspired me about his character?
He is broken in so many ways. As am I.
He is kind, humble, and accountable. I sure try to be.
He is patient, slow to judgment, and sees only the best in people. I am not all the way there, but I’m working on it.
His greatest trait, he is forgiving. After discovering a particularly egregious betrayal, his response was unforgettable. He chose to watch a video of the betrayal. He didn’t just watch the highlights; he watched all of it. He saw things that a non-forgiving person wouldn’t. He looked for the reason behind it. Then, the way in which it was carried out. Then he looked into what the betrayer must have been feeling. All on soundless video.
After taking it all in, he said,
“I hope that all of us or none of us are judged by the actions of our weakest moments, but rather the strength they show when and if we get a second chance.”

Wow, just wow. Who can’t learn from that beautiful sentiment? Rather than condemning, vilifying, or being angry with a person who wronged him, he instead tried to put himself in that person’s shoes. He didn’t forgive him; he did more than that. He tried to understand. Ted acknowledged that the person would need to recover from that low moment eventually. He withheld judgment. That is the textbook definition of Grace.

I’ve been in that position. Downtrodden. Not acting as my best self. Lashing out at the world for my station in life. I’ve said things in anger or spite, even jealousy. I was too sick, too angry, too resentful, too shell-shocked by the bomb life dropped on me. My lengthy and major life-altering illness is what changed everything about my life in every possible way. But despite all of it, it made me a better person.
Eventually. It taught me, and still is, some valuable lessons.

I learned humility. As per the definition, I thought not less about myself, but instead I thought about myself less.
I embraced accountability. While I have always tried to be honest with myself, I needed to learn to accept my role in everything. I couldn’t be selective.
I embraced selflessness. Sure, it’s a hell of a lot easier to do when you don’t have a lot. But that applies largely to wealth. I became selfless of the resources within me. I offered my time, an ear to listen, and an opportunity to help. I searched for opportunities for kindness. Instances of charity, anonymous when possible and always gracious. By that, I suppose I mean for the right reasons. Charity and relief are not to be done for self-promotion, and I try to live by that.
Finally, I learned forgiveness. As much as anyone is actually capable of doing so, I forgave myself for my past. Of course, I haven’t put it completely behind me, but I am doing much better.

What I have not been able to do is unconditionally get past my behavior in the lowest moments in my life. Not the moments of illness and despair, but instead the times that I acted badly when I had a choice. Nobody, myself included, would ever expect me to just smile as my family life crumbled. As my career evaporated before my helpless eyes. As I eventually lost all but what would fit in a Honda Civic en route to Mom’s basement.
Through all that, I could have conducted myself better.

Now, I have that second chance. Life has humbled me. I have set myself on the path to being the person I want to be. I can actually look in the mirror and be satisfied with the person looking back at me. I don’t know if people are judging me for my misdeeds. I certainly have done my share of apologizing. Yet I am still struggling with the forgiveness. When I said above that I have adopted forgiveness for myself, I should have said “attempting”. I still feel as if there is atonement needed. Which is ridiculous, because I am referencing my lowest moments. It should be enough that I have done everything in my power to move on. I am a much better person now. I think most would agree.

I’m probably the only holdout. And that’s just sad. Just another area where I wish I was Ted.

Lessons from Ted Lasso: Inspiring Takeaways for Life

I watch too much TV. I admit it. But I try to watch something that has some redeeming value. If I watch a movie, I choose something that will teach me something new. It should alter my perspective or recharge my humanity. There has to be a takeaway. The same with shows. Recently I broke down and subscribed to Apple TV. They have a show that I had seen one episode of, and I had to see more. I’m so glad I did.
Ted Lasso has left me with takeaways I haven’t even identified yet.

Imagine Major League, the Movie (1986), but set in the world of English soccer. A team owner is motivated to destroy her Football team to get back at her ex. She hires an unknown, presumably inept, coach from Kansas for her team. She wasn’t counting on Ted Lasso being the ultimate underdog. Oh, Hell, to do it justice, Ted Lasso is so much more than that, he is an Everyman. After 3 seasons, I concluded that I had seen one of the best TV shows ever made.

If you haven’t surmised as such, I love his character. He is everything I want to be. I would like to say that he and I are on the same level, but I can only aspire.

When you first meet Ted, you see an extremely likable, helpful, and disarmingly gregarious man. His mother jokes in season 3 that when Ted was born, he promptly asked the doctor if he needed anything.
He is a coach who knows nothing about Football (Soccer). He is hokey, with the gift of extreme gab, and he is top-tier punny. He adapts to what he doesn’t know and makes the best of what skills he has as he learns. He is greeted with scorn by fans. He is underestimated (but liked) by his players and peers. He is continually sabotaged by the team owner in the interest of tanking her team. Betrayed time and time again, he remains unflappable and unfazed.
As you get to know Ted, you discover more about him. Underneath the affable, unpretentious coach, he is more confident than he lets on. He is more capable than given credit for. He is also amazingly intuitive. What we are intrigued to learn is that Ted Lasso is also broken. Your admiration for him as a man morphs into sympathy as details of the past that made him are revealed. He is plagued with panic attacks that threaten his new job and his hard-earned status and respect.
Ted is also broken.

I won’t give it all away. Watch it to learn the rest. This is not about the show. It is about the man. I believe I stated it already, Ted is the man that I strive to be. Ted Lasso thinks before he speaks. He chooses acceptance over anger. He forgives when any man would condemn and reject. He chooses the high road when almost nobody else would. His ego never gets in the way, his heart leads instead. He is the man I want to be.

Call me Ted. Give me the biggest compliment ever. Not yet, I’m not there. But I will be. I’m not to be underestimated either.

Cherishing Moments: A Father’s Reflection on Parenting

A regular Thursday turned into a fond memory. Thursday was a fairly typical day for me. Out of the house early to drive up to Mom’s house to do a Detail. I had a busy day ahead of me but if all went according to schedule it would be fine. I would be at my Ear Doctor’s at 9 when they opened. I would start work on my detail by 10. On the way back, I would stop at my son Ryan’s house to pick up some weed. Then I would go home to shower and head out to a Masonic event. The day went smoothly and I was able to pull into Ryan’s driveway at 4. It was close but I would make it.

The weed was just an excuse to see him. I really look for any reason to get together with him. We have been making time for each other. Lately, the plan is to have a movie night with a buzz at least once a month. Neither of us smokes a lot, but we have had some amazing conversations when we do. He calls it the “Stoned unfiltered Dad talks”. I won’t lie, I love that.

On this Thursday afternoon, his temporary roommate was there as well. Hunter has been his friend since the age of 10. He is like a third son to me. He’s going through some stuff right now and Ryan is giving him a hand up by letting him stay. As conversation freely flowed, the likelihood of rolling a fat one was inevitable.
So we did.
And another amazing conversation began.

We spent some time reminiscing about the old days with them. Ryan and Hunter were inseparable. They spent a great deal of time at our house. Hunter’s home life was less than happy. We had some big laughs at some recollections. The vibe in the room was ripe for real connection. At some point, Hunter pulled out his phone and began trying to show Ryan some videos he found amusing. Ryan repeatedly asked him to put it away. Finally,he said, “Dude, put the phone away. We can watch videos any time. My Dad is here and I want to hear him talk”.
I was floored. Flattered. Impressed. Happy. Gratified. It pleased me to no end that my son recognized the value of moments.

Having been given the floor, I had no intention of talking for the sake of talking. It was an invitation to speak freely and on the level. I have never been a big fan of wearing the “Dad Hat”. I raised my children largely by trying to be a tuned-in, relatable parent. I built relationships with my children so they could reach out to me for support. I wanted to ensure they received encouragement, not reprimands and stale advice. I wasn’t a lax friend or failed role model; I was approachable.
It was in that moment that I decided to feel out what my parental legacy really was. For the sake of context, I need to say that I carry much uncertainty about my parenting. I have been validated by how wonderful all four have turned out. But I also believe that it could have happened despite me. It happens.
So I asked them something I’ve always wanted to ask, Was I the Cool Dad?

My son Derek had already suggested that to me. He and I got along famously. My relationship with Ryan was more complicated. We failed for the longest time to really connect. He would say he was just finding his way. However, I felt that I didn’t have a relationship with him. And that absolutely killed me. We eventually turned a corner and things became great between us. But the off years really dug at me.
So, the resounding “Yes” at the question warmed my heart. Ryan revealed many fond memories of our times together. Ones that I had forgotten about because of my tendency to dwell on the worst moments. Hunter further confirmed that all dads were not like me in his friend circle. I was further pleased at the mentions in which Ryan witnessed what he called my “Masonic moments.” For the sake of this conversation, Masonic moments were those times that we were together where an opportunity to do something good arose and I acted on it. He would later become a Mason himself, to my great joy.

It was such an amazing moment. It was the conversation I had always hoped for with my adult children. All of those times that I sat, head in hands, fretting about my parental mistakes. Hoping and praying that I wouldn’t be the “Holiday” Dad that only gets an invite on the big 3 Holidays. That my children would absorb the good things I tried to do and forgive the bad times.
It would appear that I have accomplished this. I am grateful for this. It really is all I ever wanted, to be valued by my Children.

At 5 o’clock I decided that I would miss the function that I had planned on attending. I was in the middle of a moment, a moment that needed to fade on its own volition. I am so thrilled that my son has learned the importance of turning off a video and just be in the moment.

Embracing Faith: A Journey from Doubt to Strength

I’ve battled my anti-religion demons long enough. I am a believer, and it’s time to walk the path that has been cleared for me. I have embraced righteousness in all walks of life but one, as a man of faith. Sure, I walk proudly, but I am secretly insecure. I have love in my heart, but my mannerisms push people away. I believe in myself, but I struggle with self-worth. I’m tired of fighting for peace when I continually immerse myself in chaos.
I have faced and overcome so many challenges. Considering all I’ve been through, the world could easily give me “a pass” to just exist. But that’s not good enough for me. I don’t want to merely exist, I want to LIVE. I want to stand proud despite all of the efforts of the Universe to break me. I want to be the best person that I can be without the use of “excuses” of hardship. I don’t want to be “The Sick Guy” anymore. I want to be the “I can’t believe you were sick, look at you now” guy. My story has been told. I am strong and healthy. I am supporting myself and thriving. I have made a comeback. I don’t want to talk about my illness anymore, unless asked. If my story can inspire, then I will gladly tell it. But it will not define me.

My attitude, my strength, my humanity, and my faith now define me. I know, in my heart, that my continued existence is not an accident. I have defied the odds given by doctors. I have been given the strength to fight myself back to health (physically at least). I have been blessed with the resolve to continually strive for self-improvement. I need to credit my Creator for all of it.

I always struggled with the notion of “turning it all over to Christ”. Or, as they say in AA, our Creator as we understand him. I always thought it was wrong to not give ourselves credit for our accomplishments. I openly pushed back on that. However, I now understand that what it really means is that God gives us the strength to overcome. If we are humble and emotionally mature enough to ask him for help.
I am amazed that, as a Believer (was I?) this never occurred to me.

I have run from religion most of my life. I eventually embraced Spirituality. Not as a copout, but because I struggled with the mainstream concept of religion. But my real issue lies in my issues with people I have met in religious settings. I have had several memorable (traumatic?) incidents with sanctimonious, disingenuous, and dangerously self-righteous people. I have been exposed to feigned superiority through the veneer of their faith. I have witnessed racism, victim-shaming, and unadulterated condescension in the name of religion. As for hypocrisy, well I don’t have the time to list all of the examples. So I rejected religion.
Now I ask myself, why do these people differ from others? Why can’t I treat them as I do other people I encounter in life that rub me the wrong way? If I meet someone at the Gym, work, Post Office, etc., that annoys me, I think,”It’s their journey leave it alone.” Why can’t I do that? Religion is like anything else in life. There is good and bad. Where there are people, there is hypocrisy. Yet, I closed myself off to an entire component of my life, the spiritual.

This is for you, my beautiful Lisa. I may never be a person who gushes publicly with religious fervor. However, I will walk with the surety of a man of faith. I will not only take comfort in believing that I have a purpose. I also have peace of mind in the Divine bodyguard beside me as I fulfill that purpose. I’m turning it over to God.

I was once told that I walk like a “Proud Peacock”. It was meant as a compliment. My walk exuded confidence and self-assuredness. Only I knew that it was largely an act. A defense mechanism to cause people to leave me alone. By embracing my faith fully, it is no longer an act. I know I was put here, and saved several times for a reason. It’s time to go out and boldly find and work towards that purpose.