All posts by Mike Varga

Quieting the Mind…

I was once asked, how I could manage myself so effectively during a stressful meeting.  How did I come up with a way to move an idea, or a process forward?  Two things always came to mind as an answer, one was preparation (I had an outline of key points that I wrote, usually the day before), and a quiet, calm confidence, and focus, relying on the preparation.  I actually would say a little pray before a meeting, to ask that I be at my best, and I almost never looked at the notes during the meeting.  For me being at my best was not a focus on all that was going to happen, but a focus on relaxing and letting my mind flow easy.  Anxiety not allowed!

I have found in sports too, there is a place, a zone, that I’ve too rarely found where you perform so well for short periods of time, then it goes away.   For me it always went away before I could get in 18 holes of golf, that’s for sure.  But what intrigued me is that the feeling was very much the same as a successful business meeting.  A strange calmness with an exhilaration of positive feedback that the preparations and the control (or calm thinking) was working.

When I read this article, it occurred to me, that there is scientific evidence that calming the mind enables critical “in-the-zone” performance.

http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20180627-is-quiet-eye-the-secret-to-success-for-athletes

Hope you can take this idea and thought to the golf course, tennis, or your next business meeting!

 

Immigration Failure…

 

Zero Tolerance

 

Zero Tolerance is the demand

Heroic demonstrative, enforcement

Divide them, force them from our land

 

In vacuum of righteous think

Regardless the cost or loss

Compassion was the missing link

 

Righteous, law demanded thought

Meets the searing cry of children

Hearts turned, alternatives sought

 

How to undo, horrors we wrought

The terrible mess we’ve made

Reconnecting was never a thought

 

In the moment of action taken

Satisfied, to force an issue

In zero tolerance, our soul forsaken

 

The children will continue cry

For years until they stop

Broken lives we must not deny

 

Yes, zero tolerance, was our call

Incentive to stay away

Incentive to negotiate for a wall

 

What will we get?

A generation failed

Our soul’s regret

Happy Father’s Day, 2018…

This is a day to give thanks for our father’s … Thank you my dad, for the investment of heart and soul to me, and all your children and grandchildren and great grandchildren, we are who we are, and are happy not simply because of genetics, but because of heart, energy, and wisdom granted and gifted to us by you!

To all fathers, have a beautiful day, know we are an instrument of God’s love and wisdom that keeps a nurturing element in our hearts for our children!

 

Eternity

It’s a long time

Or a short rhyme

It’s a blink of an eye

Or maybe God’s sigh

For mortals such as you and me

This life’s our blessed eternity

It’s time to go they said…

On Friday I was told to leave my position at the company that acquired us earlier than the contract indicated.  A call around 11, from some HR VP in another state, said I no longer need to come into the office.  In fact, could I be packed up and out by 4:00, they will be shutting off my access to the system.   No thank you, no group goodbye, no email to customers and staff.  A few employees gave me a hug, and helped carry some memories out to my car, but after 38 years in the industry, it seemed so anticlimactic.  I’m ready to leave, don’t get me wrong. I have other things, projects, and business opportunities I want to work on, so I’m more than ready to leave.  I’ve had a successful career in aerospace and defense engineering business, and analytically and logically it’s time.  But there is a passionate, bold part of me that wants something more, that feels like there is more to this career stuff than a paycheck, and that part of me feels cheated of a proper ending to this part of my career.  The other logical part of me that ensures I make it through life to the end, and keeps me centered and healthy, says get out while the getting is good, and move on. Besides this is what corporate America is today… a bit cold-hearted it seems.

All this made me think of an article I read about a man with two hearts.  His artificial heart was lower in his body, so it felt different, it kept him alive and did its function, but it’s beat no longer told him about passion, it robbed him of his inspiration, and intuition.  It kept him alive allowing him to grow older, but seemingly it made him feel like he was outside of himself, not recognizing himself.  Maybe we all have something like that, the passionate heart that is disappointed with the cold logic of business, partnerships, and more, and the one we live with that ensures we never get too worked up and keeps us healthy as we grow…

The Two Hearts of Mine

The heart I live with, ensures life and health as I grow old

The heart I love with, is ever young, passionate and bold

These two hearts play on this scarred battleground landscape

Locked together and intertwined so neither can escape

They define who I am, these two beating hearts of mine

They battle for the essence of soul and eternal mind

Neither may ever truly win

As they go around and around again

 

Salesman…

 

Salesman

 

Oh no what will you talk me into

What is it that you think I should do?

 

With that smile, smooth voice and shine

What will you tell me I need this time?

 

You’ve got just a moment to make your play

Then I’m going to send you on your way

 

Oh yeah, so what does it cost again?

I don’t need it, but still I’m sucked in

Geez…

Tweet Storms in the Forecast…

 

Flurries

 

Flurries of the fantastical claims

To disturb, disrupt are their aims

 

We are smart and can detect certain lies

But we listen and something inside us dies

 

Open your eyes and see the world anew

Find the truth if you can, in this word stew

 

And yet the it continues, wind and rain

Distorting the view through the pane

 

Maybe we’ll learn and understand

Fantasy, and truth intertwine again