Catalysts

They are called catalysts; a person or thing that precipitates an event or change. In my life there have been 3, whom I shall not name. Each of these catalysts certainly precipitated a change in myself. To progress from a fallen deluded state, to a state of... action, shall we say. Each of these catalysts occured in a time of my life where decisions were made, by myself and others, which subsequently caused my attitude to change for the worst. And in each of these states of madness the catalyst appeared, each different in their own mode and manner, and pressed upon me the importance of change. Following the first two occurances, life steadily became better as I let go of the past, and pressed into the future with new resolve. Today there was another of these catalysts, thus comprising the three. I must note that never in these instances has my meeting the catalyst ever resulted in anything more than a change of mind and attitude. The catalyst(s) and myself never became uber-familiar and soon parted after the reaction had taken place. Do I regret this, no. The point is that these people (catalysts) exist in each of our lives. I am grateful for them, for He who sends them to me, and that I am at least still coherant enough in reality to notice them. The day dawns, the world is brigher, and meaning is given once more.

Responsibility and Fathers

Today a fellow co-worker of mine fell asleep while he was escorting some contractors doing work on some heating units. When I found out he was promptly fired for it I began thinking about where and when in life I learned responsibility, and from whom, if specifics exist. I also thought about my newfound killer instinct in business; the drive to be the top dog, crushing anyone who gets in my way. Not by making them fail, but by doing so well that the higher ups are forced to acknowledge my superiority. A bit much, I know; so I'll mostly focus on the first point.

The specific I must point out is my father. His work ethic is like few I've ever seen. He definitely teaches by example in this aspect of life. You do what is necessary, regardless of the time it takes, and what time it is. He goes to work really early, returns home to make dinner, and often returns back to work. A lesson I learned from him, and from the LDS Prophet Brigham Young, "Never ask someone to do a thing which you are not willing to do yourself." I continually do this in my life, as I set a dinner plate on the counter without even looking in the dishwasher to see if it is clean or dirty I think 'I cant tell ______ to put his dishes in the dishwasher if I wont do it myself'. And I do this quite often in my labors throughout the day.

That was a bit of a tangent but one that hopefully praised my father enough. It is his birthday tomorrow so I've been thinking a lot about him and his effect in my life. I guess my initial point I was trying to make and explore has been trasmuted into an homage to my father, but that is ok with me. At work, even strangers come up to me and ask if I'm Scott's son. It's taken a long time to accept but I look and act like my father in many fundamental ways. And that isnt a bad thing. He's a great man.


Not all my posts will take on the more serious tone but forgive a soul for praising the ones who went before him.

And So It Begins

I have taken a long time getting where I am today but in my journey I've seen some things, learned some things, and overcome some things that I would like to share with others. I don't expect to be followed, praised, enjoyed, or even read. I do this for myself and no others. I just need to write again. It has been too long... too much has been left undone. Unsaid. This is the forum in which I choose to unveil it all. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. Bring on the chicks.