Hello and Welcome

unnamedI’m Pat Lange, founder and “3EO” of Ingzig and the Everyday Earnest Effort blog.

In a nutshell I’m a full time trucker by trade and a big time dreamer at heart.

Curious by nature I have a number of interests, first and foremost, dirt bikes and drumming.

And curiously enough it’s been my long overdue return to drumming that’s led me here to what I’ve affectionately come to know and revere as the unadorned art of Everyday Earnest Effort, aka, 3E.

Now while drumming may indeed be largely responsible for me being here, this site/blog isn’t about how to play drums.

In fact, it’s not about “how” to do anything.

Let me explain:

In his best-selling book, 100 Ways to Motivate Yourself, Steve Chandler reflects on a short story written by fellow author Terry Hill entitled, Cafes Are for Handicapping.

Joe Warner, a central character in the story, is in the press box at Belmont when Secretariat puts away the Triple Crown by 31 lengths.

…and I looked beside me as he was coming down the homestretch at all these hardened, cigar-chomping New York newspapermen and they all had tears running down their cheeks like little babies. ‘Course I couldn’t see too clearly myself for the tears in my own eyes.

That story, Steve Chandler goes on to say, brought me even closer to a question I’ve been asking all my life.

Why do we cry when we see huge accomplishments?

Why do I cry when the blind girl jumps with her horse in the movie Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken?

Or when Coach Boone’s team clinches the championship in Remember the Titans?

Why did those sportswriters cry when seeing that horse win by 31 lengths?

This is my theory:

We weep for the winner inside all of us.

In these poignant moments, we cry because we know for a fact that there is something in us that could be every bit as great as what we are watching.

We are, for that moment, the untapped greatness we are seeing, but we have tears in our eyes because we know that greatness isn’t being realized.

We could have been like that…but we aren’t.

My reason for sharing this story with you is because like those teary-eyed newspapermen I too have wept for the winner in all of us.

Moreover, I know firsthand the heart wrenching effects of untapped greatness.

Y’see, although I’m praiseful of virtues such as commitment, sacrifice, and discipline, while I deeply admire anyone dedicated to their chosen craft or profession, and while I’ve always―and I mean always―envied those who as a result of such ironclad dedication are ‘living the dream,’ I on the other hand…well, not so much.

And honestly, rarely does a day go by that I don’t look back and wonder, man, what if…

And yeah, it hurts. Because I had some talent. I had me a burning desire. Yet come to find out when it comes to ones Everyday Hopes and Dreams this alone is not nearly enough.

But hey, that was then, this is now, and I’m tickled to tell you that for the past few years I’ve both picked it up and kept it up.

Yep, after a virtual lifetime of dabbling and dawdling this seasoned star-gazer has at long last become a gainful student of steadfast consistency.

And in doing so I’ve not only reaped a refreshing new enthusiasm for what’s possible, but have developed a much greater understanding and appreciation for what is absolutely necessary.

It is one thing to praise discipline, said Spanish novelist Miguel de Cervantes, and another to submit to it.

Granted, I may not be livin the dream, but I’m walkin the walk, and suffice it to say I’ve learned a thing or two along the way.

That being said, rest assured, my aim here at Ingzig is not to instruct or inform.

Again I’m not here to teach or to tell you ‘how’ to reach your goals or realize your dreams.

But rather, to honor and celebrate all it takes to potentially do so.

Why?

Because therein I believe lies the real story―the heart of the story.

Because therein I’m convinced lives and thrives the ‘unadorned art’ of Everyday Earnest Effort.

And because…well, sometimes, some things, are simply meant to be celebrated.

Best efforts

-Pat