Yo Mama

It’s 7 AM, you smell bacon in the house but you’ve literally never cooked anything in your life. Wait, are those cheese eggs you smell too? What’s going on?


You rush outta bed because it’s late and you’re greeted by an older woman who looks kinda like you. Then you realize you’re 10 years old and the only thing you’re late for is first dibs on morning breakfast.


Mom says, “eat your eggs, they’re good for your brain,” well at least that’s what my mom used to say.


Mom’s are the best, aren’t they?


I mean they literally do EVERYTHING for you until you inevitably grow up, hit puberty, and literally, beg your mom to let you do the laundry so she doesn’t see your “special” socks that somehow stand straight up in the laundry basket (oh, am I the only one on that one??)


I digress…


Moms are great, but they aren’t all great. You see sometimes mom’s can mean well and be the most supportive, but sometimes they can be a little ignorant. Lemme splaineth ye squire.


The thing is, mom’s by their very nature are protectors. They want the best from you and will help you through every and anything, but unfortunately, the truth is that they can’t really protect you from everything.


You see in protecting you from everything you lose your resourcefulness. If your whole world’s a bubble, the second you step outside that bubble your whole world is going to collapse.


So what is it that you can do about this exposure to b.s that is dropped on us on a daily basis in our adulthood? Well, you can do what a lot of people do and succumb to it or you can do what one of my mentors taught me. Search for the truth.


Let’s get back to the story. I was 10 and I wasn’t particularly hungry because I had some friends invite me to a now defunct theme park called Opryland that wasn’t too far from my home at the time in Clarksville, TN. I was excited about the trip but I had a meeting with a particular inverted roller coaster that I wasn’t all that thrilled about.


The whole ride there I was nervous, my palms were sweaty, and I kept thinking about who would attend my funeral. Fast forward a few hours and somehow I got the courage (actually, I was literally pushed into and held in line) to ride what I vaguely recall as the Hangman or something like that.


The whole time I thought “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…,” but alas, I didn’t. (go figure) I ended up having a great time and I actually rode that bad boy again. But when I look back knowing what I know now, I wish I’d approached the whole situation a little differently.


The truth is that I didn’t die, yet that thought kept crossing my mind causing me to be apprehensive about a perfectly safe situation. It’s the same thing that happens to millions if not billions of people every day. They experience fear, they tell themselves a story that they made up or they may have heard from someone who might fear for their safety, and they simply bail.


The moral of the story? Don’t listen to yo mama! Nah, just kidding.


Seriously though, moms are really great and we, of course, wouldn’t be here without them. It’s just that sometimes you have to search for the truth in the matter.


Could I have died on that roller coaster? Possibly…but what good would that have done for me to think about that slight possibility?  When it’s time to go, it’s time to go and no amount of fear is going to prevent that.


Speaking of time, that’s mine. A little longer today, because of my story, but I think it was worth it to let you know that you don’t always have to err on the side of caution. Get out, live a little, and search for the truth that will set you free from fear.


Jerry “I ain’t scared of no coaster” Washington


P.S. I was thinking about this while I was shopping for Mother’s Day gifts. (If you haven’t got yours yet, you’re welcome for the reminder) Not sure what I’m getting, so leave a comment below with what you’re getting or thoughts on what I should get. And as always if you want to get in touch with me and speak with me personally, feel free to hit me up here. Talk soon…

The Power Of Freedom

What is freedom really? Many search for freedom by gaining knowledge and skills they can add to their resume, however, they find themselves crippled by the debt that they had to acquire to fund those skills.


They then go into jobs that they hate, but have to take because they need to make money.  Only to come home to sedate with booze or copious amounts of television programming.


I get it, because I was that dude. I paid a ton for college, but I can’t say that I’m in the same field I went to school for. Don’t get me wrong, I greatly value the experience, but at the end of the day, I know people that didn’t go to school and also had similarly valuable experiences AND didn’t have to start out their careers in serious debt.


I started off as a lower middle-class kid aspiring to do something great. I had a dream of helping a lot of people but ended up living lower class for almost a decade, staying in basements, cars, and storage sheds. (Don’t tell my parents, they’d freak!) Just so I could achieve that dream.


Life is a lot different for me now of course, but I just can’t help, but sometimes think. Who or what am I missing?


You see Brosephine Baker, I can tell you from my experience that life is all about choices. You are not forced to do anything you don’t want to do on any given day. You are not FORCED to distance yourself from true fulfillment every day. It’s a choice.


Sure some may say that if you’re ignorant of anything else, then it’s not really a choice. But I would have you consider this…


We were all born with an imagination. We can all dream. It is a matter of you making the choice to take action on them or continue to do the same thing that you’ve always done.


Again, I get it, change is difficult. I just gave up something (boot camp training) that I love that I’ve been doing for 10 years. It was difficult but at the end of the day, I don’t want time to be the deciding factor on whether I should continue to do something or not.


When you think about it, all we are all looking for is the freedom of choice. We are all striving for it in our own way.


Whatever your way of striving for freedom is, I want you to tell me. Leave in the comment section below, or you can shoot an email directly to me here: Get In Touch


Jerry “multiple choice” Washington


P.S. I hate to sound like I’m poo pooing school and that it was the cause of my troubles. At the end of the day, those were choices too. I could have continued to stay with my degree and worked a corporate job that I hated. It wasn’t for me, but I’m not saying it shouldn’t be for you. Many people have graduated and gone on to live VERY comfortable lives. I guess I just chose to take the scenic route. What’s most important is that you define success for yourself and make decisions every day that will get you closer to that vision. Talk soon…

Experiments In Authenticity

Ha!!! Was just thinking…remember those Zune media players...


I don’t even think you can give those buckets away now.


You ever wonder why great product disappear?


I mean sure they had a few flaws, actually they were one of the better one’s if my memory serves me right…


Regardless…the reason why they are now better hockey pucks than music players is because the company that made them, thought that the people were buying music players, so they set out to make the absolute best music players.


But what people really were buying was a conveniently portable music experience


Welp Mr. Jobs –his friends called him Steve– stepped up and said that his “computer company” would produce this experience (with less song capability to boot) and the rest is iPod history.


So what can we learn from this?


Well I learned that if you really get to the core of what people want in life, be it more music, convenience, or fitness you can really start getting into the heart of what is truly innovative.


It’s hard to be authentic when you are focusing on what you are doing and how well you’re doing it.


It’s not about the failures and successes briznit.


It’s not about the “how” much you love her or “what” you do to make money.


Stay with me broham…


It’s about your purpose. Your very reason for existence on this planet. You were not put on this planet to work 90 hour weeks and be in debt, but still never see your family…


Freedom is what you seek


And It’s not the system.


It’s us that need to change.


Start with “why.” Simon Sinek said it best in his book titled…Start With Why (why, of course).


Why, is not where your complete your journey, but it can shed some light on certain issues that may need a new beginning.


Jerry “changemaker” Washington


P.S. When you’re wrong you’re wrong and sometimes it takes others to point out those mistakes. You gotta drink your medicine sometimes, right?


Anyhoo, I’m fortunate to have a supportive group of people that have helped me get to the point I am in life. I have a feeling that they might be able to help you too.


Project SELFFY is a Facebook group I created that discusses these same issues in life. I’d consider it a pretty good resource (if I do say so myself) Feel free to join the conversation. Talk soon…