With this post, I’ve officially been blogging for over a week. This will be article number eight for me, out on the Internet for all to see, whether they are reading it or not. Two very interesting things happened to me during this time. First, my parents found out I was blogging and second, I admitted what I was going to by brother-in-law.

Why is this such a big deal for me? Both times I became apprehensive about the thought of someone I know reading my stuff. I was embarrassed.

The funny thing is I’m less concerned with the random jamokes on the Internet. I don’t know them so their negative opinions mean very little to me. My family and good friends, on the other hand, mean a great deal to me and this is where the fear comes into play. Like Marty McFly, I worry about one of them saying, “Get out of here, kid. You’ve got no future.”

This isn’t a new feeling for me. I’ve always been worried about being judged by family and friends. Hell, I didn’t even tell my wife I started a blog.

This fear has always been crippling for me. I get excited about an idea but as soon as it starts to feel real, I abandon it. I know eventually, I’ll have to share it with them. What if they thought what I wrote was stupid. I’m not sure I can handle that kind of rejection.

I’m not sure I would have noticed my apprehension if I hadn’t read this article from Foundr about needing mental toughness.

It then hit me like a ton of bricks. I need to conquer my fears and inadequacies but sharing my blog with more people. I need to put this out there for anyone and everyone to read. The best way for me accomplish this is through Facebook.

So that’s what I’ve done. Shared it will my Facebook community. I know I’ll be judged, both good and bad. Some people may even talk shit about it. Either way, I’ll know it’s working. This will be interesting.

Hello. I want to officially welcome you to my blog! I’m Joe Ditzel and I’m happy you stopped by my site. I know this probably should have been the first post on this site but I got excited about starting to write I decided to save this for today.

You might be wondering why I’ve decided to start a blog in 2018 when the world already feels overrun by them. I’ve been doing a lot of reading recently trying to figure out “my thing.” The thing I could do to get out of my rut. Learn a new skill, start a side hustle, mediated on the meaning of life, or whatever else comes to mind. I’ve been writing on and off for the past two years now and find it extremely cathartic when I get around to it. Recently, I read something which stuck with me, though I can’t remember where I got it, “Stop being a consumer and start being a producer.”

What the hell does that mean you might ask? I’ll tell you. Most of our lives are spent in consumer mode. We read, watch TV, play video games, buy stuff, and in the end, we do a whole lot of taking. Some of these things may even feel productive. The problem is we spend most of our time in consumer mode and spend little time creating anything of value.

What are we doing with the information we are absorbing? Do we even use it most of the time? Does it go in one ear and right out the other? Maybe you are like me and try to share what you’ve learned with your family and friends? Unfortunately, most of the time it feels like I’m pissing in the wind. (We get it, Joe, you like listening to podcasts. Shut up about it)!

I’ve become a really great consumer in a lot of ways. I continue to take and horde and take some more. I never seem happy with what I have and I’m always looking for more. Sure I might share things I learned but most of the time I come off sounding arrogant. I’m not producing anything. I’m not putting myself out there to be judged by the world. I sit in my safe space and yell into the void. Like a Planet Fitness member, I’ve chosen to live in a judgment-free zone… until now.

At this point in my life, I’m tired of only being a consumer. Someone who wakes up a mediocre dude and whose goal is to make it to the end of the day to start the process all over again. As Jarred Moon from End of Three Fitness would say, “I want to be a better human!” I want to learn, grow, change, and adapt to this new world around me. I want to be a better human for my wife and three beautiful children. I want to leave this world feeling like I made a difference, even if it is a small one, and not with the overwhelming feeling of mediocrity.

So that’s the goal here with the Joe Ditzel Project. I want to build a better Joe Ditzel. I want to continue to read, watch, and listen and then come back here to share it with you. Maybe you’ll find it helpful. Who knows? All I know is if I didn’t start last week I never would have found out. I hope you’ll come along for the ride with me.

Apparently, when I was growing up it was all sunshine and rainbows. Kids were told they were special, they were loved, and they could be anything they wanted in the world. We were told this all the time and we believed it. The world was our oyster. We wanted to change the world and bringing people together.

Then, as we grew up. The world changed. We weren’t special but became entitled Millennials. We became the generation who “didn’t want to work hard” and “wanted everything handed to them.” Soon the term Millennials became synonymous with lazy pieces of shit. People used it the same way my grandmother would use the term “gypsy,” with hatred and disgust.

As Millennials, we become self-loathing trying their best to disassociate from that word. We hid from it. People didn’t want to be special or unique because it was now a “dirty” word. “You think you’re better than everyone?” “You think you should be treated differently than everyone else?”

Here’s the thing, kids. Those people, the haters, they want us to be mediocre. They want us to be average. They want to bring us to the median to feel better about themselves. They don’t want us to stand out because they might have to admit their own inadequacies, and that scares them. They want to keep us down so we don’t become better than they are. Those people want us to be losers, followers, and a “yes, men/women.”

My favorite example of this comes from the movie Fight Club. In the second half of the film, Tyler Durden starts up Project Mayhem and recruits followers. As they work, he repeatedly yells phrases like, “Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

When I first watched this movie, it was real easy to get swept up into this sentiment. We ARE all the same, and we ARE all made of the same atoms. Maybe Tyler has a point. Maybe I’m not a beautiful and unique snowflake. Maybe, “I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”

The thing is Tyler Durden was building an army he could lead. He didn’t want anyone challenging his authority. He wanted his people to be complacent. If he told them they were pieces of shit enough times, they would believe it, and they would follow his lead without question. Why wouldn’t they? If they were the same decaying organic matter, crap of the world as everyone else why not just follow the leader? Tyler striped away everyone’s identity to make everyone the same and keep everyone down.

Recently, I’ve come to realize something. WE ARE SPECIAL! WE ARE A BEAUTIFUL AND UNIQUE SNOWFLAKE. We are one of a kind and there will not be anyone like us ever again. Even identical twins are never exactly the same. They may have similar thought patterns, and share similar life experiences, but they are never exactly the same. Remember, we have value. We have worth. We have something to offer the world, and we should be proud to do so as often as possible.

Okay! Now here’s the caveat. We may be special but that entitles us to absolute DICK! The universe owes us nothing. Life isn’t fair and us will have to go out there every day to earn it. As the Navy SEAL Commander, Jocko Wilink, says you have to “get after it!” If you want to be taken seriously you will have to show the world what you are made of by putting in the work.

It’s going to be hard. It’s not always going to be fun. There will be days we’ll want to play video games or binge tv all day. We will fall and not want to get back up. And just when we think we have the world all figured out, it will put us back on our asses.

Sounds exciting doesn’t? Sounds like a barrel full of monkeys? I know it doesn’t but anything in this life worth having will take time and effort. This is the lesson I only recently started to learn. There are no shortcuts, just better/smart ways of doing things. There aren’t any overnight successes.

My point is this. We are special but the world don’t owe us anything. We will have to show the world we’re special every day. We will fail, but those are just bumps in the road. Failure only define us if we let them. Let’s show the world what we can do. Let’s NEVER hold back! Now, “Get after it”!

Gifts have always been a mix bag for me. On the one hand giving and receiving gifts are fun. There are few things better than when someone buys you something you really wanted or finding that perfect gift for someone. On the other hand, gift giving is a real pain in the ass. There are those people who suck at gift giving. They either put very little thought into it or they don’t know you at all. Then there are those who are difficult to buy for or when you buy the “perfect” gift they don’t seem to care. You get the, “Thanks for the gift,” combined with a sarcastic eye roll.

Gifts are complicated, or at least that’s how I feel. I find the problem with gift giving is you have to pay attention. You have to listen to your friends and family to understand “What they truly desire.” You need to be present with those around you and focus on what they are saying. Many times the desire is something subtle. Maybe it’s a “I’ve been on my feet all day and they are killing me,” or “Having the kids in the house all day is driving me nuts.” They aren’t asking you to do anything but if you actually listening you could give them a “perfect” gift.

Who the fuck wants to do that? Who wants to pay attention to the people around them all the time? I know I don’t. It’s exhausting. That’s work. I spend 40 hours a week working do I really need to do more work by listening to you?

If you are anything like me, you spend a ton of time in your own little world. As much as I try not to be I’m coming to realize how selfish I am. When I get home from work, I like to have about five minutes to decompress before I get into the home life. I tell myself I only need five minutes but once the time is up I’m disappointed and upset I didn’t get more time. “If I had 10 minutes alone, I would have no problems being present. Yeah, that’s it… Just ten minutes.” Unfortunately, that’s never enough either. It’s never ever enough.

Then I start sneaking and stealing time to do what I want to do. A couple minutes listening to a podcast here or a YouTube video there. Maybe a quick round of Tetris? I sneak and steal and borrow from other people to give to myself. Then when it’s comes time for those mandatory gift giving times, I’ve got nothing because I wasn’t present all year long.

At times I feel like a hoarder. I hoard time, I hoard money, and I hoard myself only giving it away when I feel it benefits me. I give gifts because I’m hoping for something in return or I feel obligated. I’m looking for the gift of reciprocity. Quid pro quo, so to speak. If I give you enough of gifts, maybe you give me something in return.

The funny thing is, I’ve found it doesn’t get me anywhere. I end up with a ton of shit and no one to share it with. I become a scrooge. In the end, I just feel miserable.

Recently, I’ve started to make change in my life. I’m looking to give more away. I want to give more gifts.

People always talk about the way you feel when you give a gift. How it makes you feel when you give freely of yourself. When you are able to put someone else’s needs ahead of your own. Seth Godin, in his book the Linchpin, talks about how the giver gets more out of the gift than the receiver. I believe it because I’ve felt it.

This has become one of my new goals. I received so much in my life so far that it’s time to start giving. This means I will also need to be more present in the lives of those around me. It means doing instead of offering. This means turning off the TV, pulling the headphones out of my ears, making eye contact, and keeping my mouth shut. The more I listen the better the gifts I can give.

Today, I’m giving myself a challenge. I will give a least one gift a week for the next year. This gift does not have to be monetary but needs to be freely given with no strings attached. This could be inviting someone over for dinner or buying them a bottle of their favorite bourbon. It could be watching someone’s kids or paying for their ticket to the movies. This means at least 52 gifts for the next 52 weeks. (Christmas and Birthdays don’t count as part of the gift giving process). I don’t know how this will go or what this will look like but I’m excited!

How are you at gift giving? Are you up for the challenge? Come join me and let me know how it goes!

MAN UP! I don’t know about you but when I hear this phrase a particular scene comes to mind. It’s of the old, grimy, mook of a high school football coach yelling at one of the kids to stop being a pussy. It makes me feel like I’m watching Varsity Blues. (Yup… I just referenced Varsity Blues).

For many people, today, the term “Man Up” is a course word. It’s a way to turn sensitive boys into a group of cold-hearted, unthinking meatheads. These Neo-Neanderthals go on to fuel the patriarchy, devaluing women, and feminine traits. They take what they want and are only concerned with winning.

I agree with this assessment. When it is used incorrectly it pushes boys to be ruthless, uncaring men who think they are better than everyone else and run around calling “lesser men” pussies or bitches. When things are going their way, it’s because that’s the way it should happen. If things aren’t going their way, they dream about the good ol’ days and want to “make things great again!” If you are anything like me, these people can be frustrating.

Even though I was never truly this kind of person, I embraced it for much of my life. Let me explain.

I was kind of a weak kid growing up, both physically and mentally. I played sports and ran around outside with my friends but most of the time I felt like a fish out of water. My natural habitat was sitting watching TV or playing video games. I was also a big nerd. I liked fantasy, science fiction, dungeons and dragons, comic books, Magic the Gathering, and most of the other nerdy things I could do growing up.

I also cried… A LOT! If things didn’t go my way or if I was scared the sadness would creep into my heart. Sometimes I cried literal tears and others it the cries of sadness and frustration.

Then I found Home Improvement with Tim Allen. If you grew up in the 90s there’s a pretty good chance you’ve watched this show. Looking back there was an interesting contradiction to this show. On the surface, Home Improvement embodied the term “Man Up,” as I wrote about above. Men were men! They built stuff and wanted MORE POWER! Men didn’t cry or get sad. That was for women. Men got angry and raged. There was a subtler aspect of the show. It was about a “Man Up” Dad, trying to raise three boys, while growing and evolving into a softer, more balanced man.

Unfortunately, the subtler aspect of the show was lost on me as a kid and I gravitated towards the “men don’t cry” lesson. For years the idea of being sad, depressed, and crying were weaknesses I needed to overcome. This was reinforced by the kids around me at school and later by the Navy. “Don’t be a bitch! Beat your chest, man up, and get back out there.” Though I might rebel against the “masculine archetype” at times it became in grained into my psyche. Even now, I have a difficult time being around someone who is crying. I feel like Ricky Bobby in Talladega Nights, “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”

In the years since I’ve had kids “Man Up” has taken on a new meaning and become a personal mantra. Now, when I think of the term it reminds me I need to be strong. Not just physical strength but I need to be mentally, emotionally, and spiritually strong as well. I need to have Grit. It reminds me I have people counting on me and not to give up. It reminds me life is tough and the only way to get beyond those times is to push through them, one day at a time.

I don’t want to get out of bed today. “Man Up,” there are people around you who are counting on you. I’m nervous or afraid to do [insert scary thing here]. “Man Up,” because you’ll never know if you can do it until you try. Life is hard. Tough shit. “Man Up,” and get back out there.

When I lost my job a couple years back, the term “Man Up” helped me recover quickly to get back out there. I allowed myself a few days to be sad and upset but I couldn’t let it bring me down. I had a family to support.

Is there a wrong way to use this phrase? Sure and people still do it every day. I also think, when used properly, it can be a powerful tool in a man’s arsenal to be a better husband, father, and human being. Life is filled with tough times and failures. Life can down right suck. But, if you are willing to push through and persevere, the good times are right around the corner. This helps me remember, many times, the obstacle is the way.

Isn’t there a better way to get this point across? Probably but I haven’t found it yet. Until then I stick with what works.

P.S. In case you were wondering this is not something I tell my boys. This is a personal motto I keep for myself.

Today was a big day for me. After much hemming and hawing, and hitting the snooze button about a dozen times, I got up to workout. This is the first time I’ve gotten up in the morning to work out since I went on vacation in the beginning of August. Though I’ve worked out a few times since then, this was the first morning I was able to make it happen in 2 1/2 months.

“Congrats, Joe, but so what? What’s the big deal?” There are two main reasons I’m excited about this “milestone.” First, before I went on vacation I was working out 4 times a week in the mornings before work. I would get up around 5:30, roll downstairs to the garage, and throw some weights around. This was my routine for over 3 months, which is the most consecutive working out I’ve done since the military. Second, since vacation, a few of things happened which derailed my momentum, the biggest of which were having our water heater break and having a third child. When the water heater broke, forcing us out of our house, the darkness started to creep in and my daughter was born I was sent into survival mode. My routine was destroyed and I didn’t have the metal toughness or grit to get it back on track.

Last week, I read an article on the Nerd Fitness blog about habit forming. It basically states we try to change behavior incorrectly, which is why we continue to fail. We focus on outcomes, then processes, then how it affects our identity, instead of the other way around. The article talks about how we need to change the way we see ourselves if we want to ensure our habits will stick. Before vacation I was a guy who enjoyed weightlifting. I was a Warrior! Then I came back, stumbled, and, again, became the guy who was afraid of working out. The fear was back and I forgot my identity.

This morning I remembered. This morning, I grabbed the fear by the horns, after hitting the snooze button several times of course, and gave it a swift head-butt… in the head. This morning I decided I was in charge and wasn’t going to take his shit today. Today I fought the fear and I won!

Now I know today was a small victory and I only won the battle. I stared fear in the face and it blinked. This was today. I have no idea what will happen tomorrow. Tomorrow could be something completely different. The fear might come back with a vengeance not wanting to give up its stronghold. Tomorrow the fear might win again. Tomorrow I might fail. The war is far from over and I’m ok with it. Change doesn’t happen all at once. It comes from showing up every day and fighting the good fight, children. So today I will bask in this victory and tomorrow I will show up to do it again.

I hope to see you there!

Today is the day I fight back. Today is the day I take on the resistance. Today is the day I take control. I know I will stumble, I will fall, and I will fail but it will be ok. I will pick myself back up and start again.

What is the resistance? The resistance is the voice in your head saying you’re not good enough or smart enough to be anything. It is the voice telling you to hit the snooze button one more time or binge one more episode. It is the voice saying you can’t fail if you don’t even try. It’s the voice which wants you to be average, to be complacent, and to be like everyone else in your life.

I’ve been average my entire life. I’ve been the person who never lived up to “his potential!” I’ve the person who continuously chooses to coast instead of growing as a person. I read and I dreamed about a life I was too afraid to go after.

I was this person because I thought it easier to follow the leader instead of blazing my own trail. Trying to grow and be better is hard isn’t it? Who has the time? I have a wife and kids to think about now. I have a responsibility to them and going against the grain would jeopardize that, wouldn’t it?

What I came to realize is being average, and staying who I am, will do more damage to my family then trying to change. The longer I remain average, the more of me dies every single day. I must be the example to my kids. I must show them what it means to be extraordinary and they can be extraordinary as well. It starts with this post. It starts right now!

I am a badass! I will fight the resistance!