I’m having a stressful go of life at the moment. But I consider this a good stress, obviously juxtaposed with experiencing lousy stress.

I’m building a business to provide a need and service to my community, specifically the youth (more on this to be revealed shortly). I recently accepted a part-time teaching position at the high school I’ve been coaching improv at for the last four years. My wife is neck-deep in clinical rotations for her third year of medical school. I’m pushing myself in my teaching, exposure, and personal growth in improv by reaching out to perform and audition with as many troupes in the area as I can. I’m resigning from the management position of Random Tangent Improv to facilitate all of these changes.

Oh, and in a month I’ll be broke unless my dreams come true.

In my own words, I do with one-hundred percent sincerity describe this as good stress. Here’s why.

I’ve spent many years putting myself out there only to feel redirected, stopped short, or sidetracked. I thank my parents and my mentors for showing me how strong and powerful I can be, and I thank God for His everlasting mercies, love, and guidance. However, when I worked so hard in the past and had no financial or professional security to show for it, I became professional depressed, stunted, upset, and close-minded.

I excelled in school, both high school and college. I won prestigious awards in college for projects I either created or worked collaboratively on with others. I’ve successfully created beautiful relationships with most of the people I’ve met. Why then have I found virtually no support at all, along with a complete lack of reciprocation regarding my efforts?

Enter in the religious side of this argument.

I’ve always struggled with what appears to me as two opposing principles. The first is found in Proverbs 3:5-6 (there are multiple references across scripture addressing this concept, but I use these verses because they appear the most succinct for the comparison I’m making) which reads, “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”

The second reference comes from the modern-day revelation of Joseph Smith, found in Doctrine & Covenants 58:26, which reads, “For behold, it is not meet that I should command in all things; for he that is compelled in all things, the same is a slothful and not a wise servant; wherefore he receiveth no reward.” (This verse is meant as if spoken from God Himself, as opposed to being the words of a man or woman.)

Talk about a catch-22.

With these two scriptures in mind, when I look at the last twelve years I see lots of my efforts and attempts at life—which support the second verse—suddenly halted, changed, or rerouted through the direction of God’s Spirit without explanation or offer of a reward for the work I’d done. 

Why would God seemingly punish me for taking an active and direct interest in the success and well-being of my life? Why would I be denied the blessings that apparently come from not being commanded in all things? 

Then I started sulking and decided that I would rely on God for everything—per the commandment in the first verse. If He didn’t like what I was doing, then I would wait until He decided to share that information with me. I became depressed, uncertain, hesitant, confused, bewildered, unloved, and unappreciated. It’s no easy thing to spend close to a decade doing what you love, be recognized as competent and skilled, and have absolutely nothing to show for it in the end.

The wind was blown entirely out of my sails.

However, over the years, I have come to find a third “verse” of sorts that provides more clarity to the nature and somehow symbiotic relationship of the first two. This verse, though, isn’t from a scripture. This verse happened to me in a profound experience that I’d like to share with you.

I imagine this would have been six or seven years ago. It was evening, and I was having an exquisitely rough night. I’m not sure why I was all bent out of shape, but it was enough to put me in my car driving nowhere and for no reason which is not something I do. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve done this in my life.

As I was driving, I was vocalizing my frustrations and emotions to God in prayer. “God, I’m miserable! Where can I go or what can I do not to be so miserable?! Grumble grumble groan grumble.” I demanded.

Go to Daybreak Lake, the Spirit whispered immediately.

“I don’t want to go to Daybreak Lake! Rawr moan complain grumble,” I roared back. 

But in the split second it took this conversation to happen I had to admit that God had responded to me incredibly fast, and He had answered my prayer. So, with that in mind, I ungratefully turned my car around and drove to the lake.

Now, this was like ten or eleven o’clock at night. It was early fall, so not too cold. As I drove up to the lake, parked, and walked down to the water, I found no one else. I preferred the solitude. I wanted to be miserable all by myself at this lake. I was glad God had sent me here because I enjoyed sitting at this lake at night. It’s a peaceful place.

I found my bench, sat down, and barked back to God, “Ok, I’m here! I’m going to sit on my bench and be miserable!”

God let me stew in my anguish for a moment when I had the impression to look over to my right, where another bench sat some twenty feet away. On this bench, sitting on the backrest, was a young woman staring off into the dark reflections on the lake looking as somber and sullen as me.

Talk to her, the Spirit commanded softly.

“Hell no! Bark groan grumble. I did what you said, and I’m here at the lake, and I’m going to sit here and be miserable!” I muttered back with venom.

Go over there and talk to her! The Spirit wasn’t relenting.

Guys, I sat on that bench and argued with God for almost thirty minutes until it felt like someone grabbed the front of my shirt, lifted me off the bench, dragged me over, and then sat me down next to this young woman.

I didn’t have a choice.

Now comes the miracle. I opened up the conversation, and surprisingly, she was happy to talk. The next two to three hours went by with the two of us—total strangers, mind you—consoling each other by listening and appreciating each other. It turns out, she was having just as difficult a time as I was. We both were hurting and needed someone to talk with.

I don’t even remember much of what we said to each other, but the Spirit stayed with me that whole encounter. I still find it incredible how willing we both were to share pretty intimate and personal details with this stranger sitting beside us.

Then just like that, we went our separate ways, both having healed a little of each other’s hearts. I got back in my car, she began the walk down the road to her apartment, and we both went to our homes.

Now comes the third verse. In the years since, I have learned that when opens oneself up to God, regardless of what it is, and God responds with a commandment or an action to take, we are given a choice. If we decline, God will take a step back and allow us to move forward as we can see. If we accept, then we are now operating on more terms than just our own. We are now on God’s time.

When I was in my car—angry and bitching and ready to light a fire somewhere else to alleviate my anguish—and I reached out to God, and then He so quickly and readily replied, by accepting his answer—didn’t matter what my emotional state was—I was now working under His direction.

This is why He literally moved me to talk to this young woman.

The principle is this. Since I have made the conscious decision to incorporate and allow God into my life, this means that I have given Him permission to work, make changes, and operate within those boundaries. All those years of not finding success in film were not unsuccessful. 

It turns out He needed me to care for my mom after she was diagnosed with cancer.

Getting the commandment a few years ago to tell my stories didn’t necessarily mean to be a novelist although I have published one book.

It turns out He’s asking me for my vulnerability and sharing my heart and mind with others.

And finding myself strained by the seemingly opposite-natured scriptures (the first two verses I shared) just yesterday came to a magnificent revelation as I found myself on the heavenly throne of knowledge: The John.

I was once again feeling sorry for myself, beating myself up for making choices that I don’t believe to be following what He has shown me through my dreams, or commandments He has directed me to in scripture. Taking this job at the high school was an act of desperation. I feel more of an obligation and passion in getting this business started, and I believe there to be more of God’s will and intention to be found therein. But nothing has been started despite both sides being instigated and begun, so I have no proof that I’ve “made the wrong choice.”

For weird reasons, this is how I chose to feel yesterday. Life a failure, because that’s all my professional and financial past has shown me to be.

Then I brought to mind the vigorous courage and uproarious light that only the best things in life can bring. I said to myself, “Bryce! You are so quick to tell God you’re a failure when you haven’t even started. You’re telling Him that you’re not following His edicts and commandments when He hasn’t explicitly dictated them to you. You are still the agent of your own life, and you have nothing to lose by pursuing any of the best avenues available!

“So what if teaching at the high school isn’t the best option? Once you finish the year, you’ll know. At the moment, it can only empower you. At the moment, it can only provide you with knowledge. At the moment, it only holds positive consequences. You aren’t married to it, and you’re not tied down!

“Get that education! Get that experience! Use it for that which God intends you toward! If the year ends and you need to end with it, then by golly do so! But believe in yourself, dammit! Believe that God trusts you to live your life. Then think and draw from experience in those times He’s let you live and then lovingly redirected you to where He wants you to be because that is what you both want.

“God is responsible for Himself. He has stated that His words and will are His. It is not our job to prove God, but rather our responsibility to allow God room to prove Himself in our lives. Amazingly, God incorporates us into this display as often as He can. He will use us—and you—to show His miracles.

“So get started! Fulfill your will and follow through on the revealed part of God’s will that He has shown you. That’s it.”

I tell you guys. This was such a beautiful moment for me. I can say that all the personal, character, intimate, and self-improvement work of the last few years paid itself off if only for that moment.

The question is rarely “Why.” Most often, the question should be “What.”

“What am I going to about it?”

This. I am going to do this.

Wait For It…

“If I base what I do off of what I did, then I’ll never focus on what I’m doing.” – Valerie Walker.

I went on a fabulous motorcycle trip at the end of July 2019 to Sturgis, South Dakota. A week spent in bike country with dear friends–I consider them family–is always what the doctor orders.
This is a group that always goes above and beyond to care and love each other. Everyone goes out of their way to look after one another, make sure we have what we need, and ultimately have the best time possible.
I’ve known all of these people for at least a decade. We all share similar backgrounds and interests in multiple areas while maintaining incredible individuality and personality. For me, my association with them all started through the martial arts program I participate in. And while I don’t necessarily hang out with them regularly, we navigate with ease the time we are together.
Most of our group would fall into the category of “A-type” people; opinionated, strong-willed, all leaders in their respective careers and personal lives, and no strangers to overcoming hardships. A newcomer to this group would—and has on many occasion—misinterpret our association and find it difficult to understand how such domineering people can integrate and exist so naturally together without tempers flying or feelings cauterizing.
I say all this not to stand on a pedestal, or preach some “holier than thou” rhetoric, but to help support this next statement:
Whenever I am around these people, I always come away with more than I arrived with. Everyone is so eager to give and love that it’s impossible to denigrate them or find fault to brew guile or jealousy. We live to love each other and encourage the best from one another.
Now I can get into the quote at the top of the page.
On this particular trip, I came away with some incredible help and insight into some particularly troubling and worrying situations I’m currently working through. However, for this little blurb, I’m picking one small piece that acted as the icing on the cake.
Val and I were talking about golf. Especially when we’re on the green. We have before us a putt that is less than adequate, and if we screw up the first go, then we find ourselves in divergent territory.
She continued that often our second effort–the correction–prompts us to overcorrect or overanalyze. Thus promoting another attempt that ends sour. And the ball still isn’t in the hole.
I’m haven’t acquired a solid base for this thought process yet, but it intrigues me. On an extremely personal hand, I am an abuser of overanalyzing, and for me, my third try is most often the one that gets me where I want to go in my golf game. My first attempt is full of fear or overconfidence, my second usually tips the scale in the exaggerated opposite direction from the first attempt, and the third provides me comfort and confidence that I have found the happy medium.
Why can’t I just lock in at number three on the first go?
I suppose that is a (contextual) million-dollar question.
On the one hand, I find a passive success in exploring the “extremes” of reworking something I’ve already done. It provides me knowledge and experience within avenues that wouldn’t exist had I not felt the emotions I did or been curious to “see what would happen.” That last statement, I confess, is often used as a coverup with I for whatever reason can’t admit to my insecurity and want to make the effort again.
I don’t see the extra endeavors as inherently disparaging. However, I am a believer in facing and overcoming one’s self, so the fact that I still have work to do in courageously standing up to my insecurities invigorates as well as frightens me.
On the other hand, I have also noticed how any effort towards the desired outcome that doesn’t yield what we wish can negatively impact future work. It’s not that we want to keep getting it wrong, but all the subconscious personal and intimate aspects of ourselves find a way to barge out when we must yet again make the same go of what we wish could just be done already.
I want to sink this putt on the first try. I’ve been playing golf for years, in all reality, so the fact that I keep reading the greens wrong, or not giving enough “oomph” to my stroke, or giving too much “oomph” and watching my ball go sailing to the far side of the green, only serves to frustrate me as I must make shot number two.
I find a lot of wisdom in my dear friend’s words that sometimes our efforts to correct a previous egregious action may only serve to start us off a divergent course from where we began or hope to stay. Pining for a lost past, hoping that the future will be better, removes us from our present.
The now is still the now.
I do believe, though, that our mistakes provide insight towards the future. Without weaknesses, shortcomings, insecurities, or any other plethora of unsavory addendums of life, I am confident in saying we would not be nearly as well equipped to continue living. But when we use these aspects as a crutch to lean on, limping into our future, we demonstrate a severe lack of love. Would we be willing to remain in misery as opposes to facing the scary thing head-on and ending it once and for all?
Now I’m back on the golf course, my ball sitting on the green, and I have one shot in front of me. Not two, or three, or four. I have one. True, depending on how that one shot plays out, I may end up with more. But while I have the one, why do I place unnecessary emphasis on the shots that have not, or may not, ever happen?
This is the result I’ve discovered from pondering Val’s words. Our mistakes brandish powerful influence, but only if we can learn from them and then let them go. “If I base what I do off of what I did, then I’ll never focus on what I’m doing.”
We cannot live passively in the present and hope to change or move forward. Take the past, learn from it, and then refocus on the prevailing situation at hand. I may miss my first putt, but all that means is that I have another chance to drop that ball the second. The first may show me what I did wrong, but I have no desire to idolize my inadequacy. I want it to know I’m grateful for it at the moment, but anything after that is a grand overstay of a welcome.
My attention is too valuable to be always spent behind me. At some point, I need to level my eyes and take stock of where I am. “There is a saying: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present,” as quoted by the incomparable Master Oogway.
I think it’s stellar how we can grow so profoundly. I think it’s humbling how humanity finds its most significant strengths through vulnerabilities. I love my friends, and they influence and love they share with me every time I’m with them.
How cool is this?

An Existential Shake-Down

One my way home from karate, my mind was reeling with the stress of all my responsibilities; some average and familiar while others are new and unbalanced on my shoulders.

I needed a shake tonight. I needed a shake something fierce.

I have a habit of getting my mind caught in a tailspin when I’m tired, stressed, anxious, or a combination involving any of those three. Now, I’ve done pretty well, and I haven’t had any ice cream for probably around a week, but that was about to change. However, the good old financial situation isn’t the most comfortable at the moment, so I wondered if I should afford a five-dollar shake from JCW’s.

I pondered this the whole way from the studio up to when I was just about to pull into the drive-thru when I had this thought, “You should have the discipline to avoid this.” That thought morphed into another, “I’ve been so used to just having what I want when I want it for so long—within the reason of a less than average income.” This, in turn, transformed into the question, “What would it be like for me to actively discipline myself from just going out and getting what I want? Like, for instance, an ice cream cone?”

I’d already pulled into the narrow drive-thru as this sequence continued to rapid-fire and spiderweb in my brain. I no longer had the advantage of only driving away. I was going to get that shake whether I wanted to or not, but it gave me some time to let these ideas and questions sink in.

I could generalize all the different ways of thinking out there to compare, contrast, support, deny, undermine, or enhance where these thoughts took my mind and heart, but I feel that there are plenty of those to be had.

Music, YouTube channels, every chat room conceivably discovered, etc. There’s no shortage in the variety of avenues to persuade a thought. Instead, I feel the pull to explore this thought in an unadulterated sense. It’s been so long since I’ve stayed in one train of thought without playing Devil’s Advocate with it that I’d like to see where I go with it purely on its own.

I love the word discipline because it implies growth. It requires sacrifice, humility, letting go of any idea of control, love, respect, integrity, perseverance, and the possession of an indomitable spirit. Discipline, when exercised with love, is an almost unstoppable force for good in this world.

It can overcome the mediocrity of life. It can enhance and expand the boundaries of what we know, believe, or seek. It can eliminate practices that are harmful, inadequate, or unsavory. It requires the absolute best of us, demanding a level just short of perfection because that’s the level we can never attain. It operates on justice while relying on mercy, and it brightens all it touches when allowed to penetrate into the heart and soul.

By opening ourselves up to discipline, we cannot help but become more.

That is, of course, only when discipline is used constructively and positively. Make no mistake. There’s an ugly side to discipline, ruled over by fear, guilt, jealousy, and wrath. But I said that I wouldn’t dive down there for now, so I won’t.

I asked myself the question as I turned into the drive-thru, “What is the difference between me harping on myself for getting this shake out of worry over money, versus the decision that I approve of not getting a shaking whether for money or some other reason?” I’ve come to a conclusion–in the limited time I’ve had since then—that the difference is substantial because it is personal.

If I choose to harp on myself, then I prove to the stress, anxiety, fear, and worry that I’ve acknowledged them and determined to let them dominate the scene. If I went the other way and calmly decided that I could hold off on the shake, if for no other reason than to further discipline myself towards self-control and assertion, then I am now headed in a better direction for it.

Would that have meant I couldn’t or shouldn’t have a shake? Absolutely not. For me, I see it as an opportunity to show myself that I don’t always need to satisfy this impromptu urge to “have something.” I can wait. Or abstain.

I’ve since realized that justification arrives as a convenient thing. Kind of like our conscience, or our inner voice. Only, we bear the power to wield it unequivocally. That, right there, is a unique privilege I hope to learn to not take advantage of.

Regarding my shake, would it have made this profound difference that I’ve apparently made it out to be? Am I limited at the moment to the state of a tired and overwhelmed mind that is whirling and wheeling onward in the hopes of latching onto some bright idea I feel is just in front of my eyes? When I am so consumed by unbalanced reverberations, should I not only let my mind exist as it is, and give myself a break?

To be honest, I find these questions the most concerning ones of all. Complacency is a demon of mine; an old, deteriorated friend that I feel mocks me while desiring to shape me. These last questions reek of smugness, fear, lowered standards and morals, and an utter lack of life. But I also can’t deny the level of truth to be found within those questions.

There’s always the truth, even in what we don’t deem to carry much value. However, I am a believer that true, enthusiastic discipline will teach us how to compensate for our demons, and in the end, face them with bright eyes and heads held level and proud, as we smile and say, “Thanks, but I got this.”

I require the best of myself. All the reasons why I may never reach that level doesn’t matter. They do not matter. Because I believe that discipline, willingly sought after and actively allowed to mold and shape me, will eventually get me to a “best” that I’ve never been able to see or imagine.

That’s what honest growth will do. It will show you the best version of you that you could never have created on your own; the you that exceeds anything and everything you ever pursued. It’s a hard road. It hurts, bruises, excited, invigorates, breaks, rejuvenates, and inspires you with revelation after revelation.

But isn’t this the point of a life? I’m pretty glad for the shake scenario tonight.

And it tastes amazing!

My Bride

My sweet wife was and continues to be, the greatest surprise of my life. She was the one I never saw coming, and she’s the one who keeps me on my toes and excited for the next day. We both began our relationship not really anticipating much from it, but by the time I proposed it surprised us both just how deep our love had taken root. This wonderful woman, my beautiful bride, has wholly absorbed my heart and my attention. And with the brief background I’m about to share, I hope you’ll get a grasp as to how vital and all-encompassing that is for me.

Today’s Teachings

You just heard a hard word.

You’ve received some bad news, or been privy to the negative expression of an onlooker or someone close to you.

You participated in an event, or facilitated a show, or ran point on a project, and when it ran its course, the end brought to you harsh critiques, less than savory feelings, and a whole heap of negativity for you to sit and stew with.

Could I Stand Alone?

Malibu Beach, CA

I was participating in one of my church meetings Sunday morning when a gentleman stood up and spoke about a personal question: Could I stand on my own if I needed to?

Whether in or out of a religious context, this question fascinates me. I love mysteries. I love finding new things out about myself. I love bringing to the surface new strengths and weaknesses and then exploring them to find and develop my opinions on them. I love seeing how they impact my life, both actively and passively, and then how I choose to incorporate them, either consciously or subconsciously.

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