Wow, I am silly. I’ve been stuck for a few weeks, couldn’t write or really feel direction and purpose. My motor was running a few spark plugs short and while the body was moving, it was moving on 4 cylinders instead of 8 cylinders and beyond. I personally have a hard time functioning on 4 Cylinders. It’s similar to watching a misfiring car chug down the road or constantly hooking the golf ball into the woods. As I tuned into the direction for my day I was thinking about the workshop/event-“Everyday is Christmas When You Are In Luvv”- that I am doing this Sunday.

After working out and doing some errands I decided to go to the putting green and putt for thirty minutes or so. My putting could use some brushing up and I would be outdoors. After putting for around 10 minutes, it dawned on me that I had been avoiding my office. I’ve been a golfer for twenty years and early on I discovered that the golf course was my office. It is the place that I go to learn, be inspired, and just relax and breath. I hadn’t been to the office for some time. I had been of the golf course last week, but not sure I was in office mode.

When I enter the office, I enter into a fantasy place. The office is a place where ideas come to me and I get clearer direction on how to construct them. There is a greater connection to the All and my listening increases. There is an ease and trust that gets generated at a higher level. My office makes my life more fun and takes me beyond my mind.

I am sure many people have an office similar to mine. For some it’s hiking in the mountains, for others it could be tennis, running, or some other adventure. The key is to find your own office and make sure you visit it as much as possible.

Happy Gilmore taking a swing at life

I texted several people today who weren’t on FB, or my email, or who I don’t see. I was about to stop and I heard to do one more group text. So I did. While most of my responses where the traditional,  thanks, you too, love to your family. There was one that defined why I was directed to do the text thing. A friend from High School was in need of some cheer. She was very happy to get my message and told me a lot about some of the things she has been going through. She fell down a flight of stairs and broke her heel and ankle and tor ligaments in her other leg. Was in an abusive relationship for 12 years and just not a very happy life to date.

She has no family, her mom, passed away a few years ago. So my “Be Happy this Thanksgiving”, message provided her with a little joy. Glad I listened. You never know why one is directed to do something. I was happy to have at least for a moment to have been the vehicle of a little Happiness in her life today.

Be Happy This Thanksgiving and Every Day.

NY Mayor Bloomberg

For Bloomberg, Golf’s a Foe With No Term Limits
Ruby Washington/The New York Times

Mayor Michael Bloomberg played charity golf at the Mayor’s Cup Golf Tournament Dyker Beach Golf Course in June in Brooklyn.

By MICHAEL BARBARO and DAVID W. CHEN
Published: June 17, 2009

Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg is not much of a sports fan. In baseball-mad New York, he has a passion for neither local team, has famously called Joe Torre “Joe Torres,” and finds the Belmont Stakes — and many other sporting events he is required to attend — something of a bore.

Mr. Bloomberg played last year at the Trump National Golf Club in Briarcliff Manor, N.Y., with Rudolph W. Giuliani, Donald Trump, Bill Clinton, Joe Torre and Billy Crystal.

But like many driven men in their seventh decade, he has settled on a pastime that now borders on obsession: golf. And he pursues the game with the same results-oriented approach he brought to business and politics: fixating on prevailing and unbothered by the cost.

The billionaire mayor has hired two professional golfers to improve his swing. He has joined exclusive clubs in Bermuda, Maryland, Florida and New York. He purchased a digital simulator to measure the speed of his swing and the distance of his shot.

His security guards sometimes keep his golf clubs in the trunk of his city S.U.V. when Mr. Bloomberg marches in parades, so he can escape to the links afterward. And when the banking system collapsed last September, and Treasury Secretary Henry M. Paulson Jr. needed to reach him on a Sunday, he was patched through to the course where Mr. Bloomberg was playing.

As the mayor’s game improves, ever so incrementally, golf is finding its way into his conversations, public and private, as he invokes the sport as a metaphor for government and life.

(“He is obsessed with it,” said Christine C. Quinn, the City Council speaker and no golf lover.)

Mr. Bloomberg’s determination to master the sport, despite little natural talent for it, has proved a humbling chapter in an otherwise charmed life.

He took up the game around 2000, but “you probably wouldn’t want to call that golf, what he played,” said Daniel M. Donovan Jr., the Staten Island district attorney, who has played with Mr. Bloomberg for years.

“He was confused by it,” said Morris Offit, a longtime friend and golf buddy of Mr. Bloomberg’s. “He felt that if he tried hard, gave it the appropriate attention and got good instruction, that he would improve rapidly.”

He did not.

Online records from those early days, recorded by the Metropolitan Golf Association, show that the mayor regularly shot over 100 — not exactly Tiger Woods territory.

Frustrated by his poor play, Mr. Bloomberg plunged himself into the game, becoming a regular at the Randalls Island driving range, and stealing away for weekend golf outings in Westchester, the Caribbean and the Hamptons.

And he often brings an instructor with him. (One of them, Tom Sutter, commands $130 an hour.)

About a year ago, Joseph L. Bruno, then the majority leader of the New York Senate, invited Mr. Bloomberg to try a special driver designed to test a player’s swing. At the slightest mistake, the driver’s head swivels back and forth “like a wet noodle,” Mr. Bruno said.

When Mr. Bloomberg swung, “the thing flipped and flopped, and I could see he was getting pretty upset,” Mr. Bruno recalled.

Several weeks later, Mr. Bloomberg returned to Mr. Bruno’s office and demanded a second chance. He swung the club perfectly. “He must have gone out and bought a dozen of those things and swung them everywhere he went,” Mr. Bruno said, wryly.

Those who have played with the mayor said that, unlike some politicians who fail to tally errant shots, he is scrupulously honest on the course, counting every shot.

Mr. Bruno recalled playing with the mayor in Bermuda. The mayor’s intensity kicked in when his ball landed on the edge of the woods.

“He didn’t have a clear swing,” Mr. Bruno recalled. “He had the right to move it a club’s length and take a one-stroke penalty.”

He added: “He insisted that he would hit it. It proved unplayable after a couple of swings. He was not a happy guy. The steam was coming right out of his ears.”

Aides to Mr. Bloomberg refuse to make public his handicap. The United States Golf Association listed it at 18, but that appears to be based on scores he posted when he was just starting to play (like the 121 he scored in 2002 at a country club at Purchase, N.Y.).

Those who play with Mr. Bloomberg said the mayor, 67, who stands 5 feet 8 inches and appears fit, hits the ball straight but not especially far. He is a decent putter, but loudly scolds himself when he hits a bad shot — “Come on, Mike!”

These days, he still hits more bogeys than birdies, but Mr. Bloomberg now routinely shoots between 80 and 90, say those who play with him. “The improvement in his game is amazing,” said Mr. Donovan.

Donald Trump, who has played with Mr. Bloomberg, said: “If he had more time to play, he’d be a terror.”

The game has proved a useful political tool for the mayor. He has schmoozed the head of the Staten Island Republican Party over a round. And he flew Mr. Bruno and Sheldon Silver, the speaker of the State Assembly, to Bermuda for a weekend of golf.

Still, his unbridled fervor for a game associated with the country club set has occasionally landed him in hot water. During his weekly radio address in 2006, Mr. Bloomberg was asked to name a typical job performed by illegal immigrants. He immediately thought of golf.

“You and I are beneficiaries of these jobs,” the mayor told his co-host, John Gambling, adding, “Who takes care of the greens and the fairways in your golf course?” The remarks drew howls of protests.

And at a civic meeting in Canarsie, a working-class section of Brooklyn, earlier this year, homeowners interrogated the mayor about rising taxes and living costs. At one point, Mr. Bloomberg asked how many golfers were in the audience — and the answer appeared to be zero.

In 2001, when he first ran for mayor, Mr. Bloomberg quit the Century Country Club in Purchase, which is predominately white. He maintains memberships at the Deepdale Golf Club in Manhasset, the Atlantic Golf Club in Bridgehampton, the Saint Andrews Golf Club in Hastings-on-Hudson and the Mid Ocean Club in Bermuda.

Speaking to reporters on Wednesday, he described playing Bethpage on Long Island, where the United States Open begins on Thursday.

“It’s very long, it’s very hard, and that’s when it’s normal,” the mayor said, adding, “I think they have a 500-yard par four, which for me, to go 500 yards, is at least three shots, and that’s on a good day.”

He said he planned to catch some of the tournament on television, but will not attend himself.

“I’m a golfer. I’d like to play this weekend.”