A week ago on Tuesday evening, November 4th, I watched a graceful and articulate black man take on an equally tough opponent who was not as skilled or graceful, but who against all odds fought on and lasted until the very end of the fight. No, it wasn’t the election coverage. It was a rerun of Rocky.
As I sat watching Rocky and Apollo Creed slug it out for 15 rounds instead of the election results, my wife asked me several times, “Now, why are you doing this?” I’ve always liked this film about a man’s liberation from his own distorted self-concept, but I wasn’t watching Rocky because I was indifferent about the election.
Rather, I’ve been doing some emotional muscle building lately, especially delaying gratification. So I chose not to watch the election returns. I suppose that could be viewed as weird or a little silly, but I do stuff like that just to create a little mental stress for myself. Then I just sit back and notice what goes on in my mind as my super ego demands instant gratification.
The logical part of my mind rationalized that my watching would have no effect on the outcome. I had already voiced my opinion when asked. I had donated money, and I had studied the issues and various positions before voting. I had already done all that I wanted to do as an American citizen.
But there was a part of me that craved knowing. It was a nagging and annoying emotional itch that demanded scratching…NOW! It was my old addiction for having to know. So I chose not to watch. I went cold turkey.
On Wednesday morning I awoke a free man. I did not need to know who won. Knowing what my intent was for the day was enough. I knew what I wanted to accomplish. No matter who was elected, I would still do my work, pay my taxes, and either consent or dissent as the new administration takes power.
Very early in my life I became driven by a need to be independent, to be free and express my own personal power. It’s still one of my core values, but I’ve since learned that the only freedom I ever needed was to be free of my own thoughts; thoughts that limit me and create anger, fear, and resistance.
I have always been free; I just couldn’t see all the power that I had at my disposal. Like Rocky, it was only my thoughts that held me back, and it is only my thoughts that will create the action necessary to live an extraordinary life. I am free.

You might think that the pounding in my head would have been enough to wake me, but it was the sledge hammers that did the job. They pounded away in an unrelenting counter beat to my throbbing temples. A work crew was erecting a large white tent for a wedding reception near the grassy spot where my buddies and I had fallen asleep. Having spent nearly all our money in Jackson Hole’s Cowboy bar the night before, we didn’t have enough left for a motel room.