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Revealed!

Why Jon Acuff really left the Dave Ramsey organization:

After three years of looking for the Lampo, he never found his way to Narnia.

After three years on staff, he didn’t get the diamond-encrusted gold grille he was promised. Instead, Dave gave it to an Entre Leadership graduate in New Mexico, Tuco Salamanca.

The year’s supply of Gordo’s Queso he was promised in his contract turned out to be only a week’s worth of Tostitos Bean Dip. (Now that’s a gift that keeps on giving. But Jenny wasn’t too fond of it).

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Jon couldn’t tolerate the stunning brilliance anymore. The brilliant shine refracting off of Dave’s dome, that is! It hurt Jon’s sensitive eyes. Every time they met, he had to shade them.

And the straw that broke the camel’s back? In their all staff meeting last Friday, right in front of everybody, Dave mistook Jon’s queso for his favorite “Dome Polish,” slathering a great gob of it on his head with his money-dirty fingers.

That was Jon’s lunch!

Or it could be, after working there for three years, and despite doing his best to cover his tracks, Dave got wind of the fact that Jon (unbeknownst to anyone at Lampo) sold a story idea to CBS Television–Under the Dome.

Dave was mad they got Dean Norris to play him.

'Holy Smokes, it's Jon Acuff!' photo (c) 2011, Collin Harvey - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
Jon at a convention, talking with his peeps about Dome

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The truth is, as curious as we all are, it’s none of our business why Jon left the employ of Dave Ramsey. He’ll likely talk about it when he’s ready, or when the NDA expires. But until then, I have a hunch it’s to Start up the European division of Gordo’s Dips. I mean the market is wide open. Plus, bechamel is blasé, France! So there. Cheese dip is where it’s at.


Goodmornoonevening! Nice of you to drop by! I know what you’re here for: you want the “hate,” right?

Well, I aim to bring it. This week’s “victim” is none other than Mr. Stuff Christians Like himself, Jon Acuff.

Jon is like a much younger, cooler, hipper version of myself. Actually, who am I kidding? I’ve never been cool (I mean have you seen that picture over there on the right? Go ahead, look–I’ll wait). How cool can I be with a schnoz like that? Maybe I should follow in Jon’s footsteps and get me some rhinoplasty?* What do you think?) 😉

Anywho, without further ado, here then are the six reasons I “hate” @jonacuff:

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>Dream!photo © 2008 Melody Campbell | more info (via: Wylio)

This isn’t my dream. I fell into it somewhere along the way. Oh, I know how it happened, but it’s not what I always wanted to do. Not by a long shot. Fifty years from now, who’s going to remember “that time” I fixed their computer? I didn’t set out to be a tech, to be so enamored of gizmos, but that’s how it worked out. I imagine any number of things would’ve “worked out” had I gone in a different direction. But I didn’t.

So, yes, I’m good with computers. But my field is transitioning away from support into something else, and I fear I’ll be left behind, a relic of a bygone era. Yet, I’m not sure investing in further training would be the right thing for me, as–thankful as I am to have a well-paying job–it’s not what I see myself doing for the rest of my life. I’m struggling to find the significance in it. Yet, to remain has its appeal: a retirement package. And it finances the life I share with my family.

As Jon Acuff has so aptly said, I need to fall in like with a job I don’t love. But this is really a good place to be. There is great potential for meaningful interactions, potential to impact lives with the grace of God.

Maybe it’s a condition brought on by middle age, or perhaps even by the Lord, but I’m trying to find my place in the world. Trying, and floundering a bit. Sure, I have a platform with this blog, but my content is–as my name (“RandomlyChad”) suggests–somewhat random. I’ve been advised to find a focus, search out the posts that I’ve most enjoyed writing, and expend my efforts there. Or as Jackie Chan, as Mr. Han, said in The Karate Kid, “Your focus needs more focus.”

I’m not sure my mind works that way. What I lack in focus, I gain in freedom. I’m free to write about whatever I want. Now his may keep my readership small, but it may be a sacrifice worth making. And coupled with the fact that I do indeed have a day job, I’m not dependent on my writing for income. There’s freedom in that, too: I’m free to say what I want without fear of repercussion. As Acuff has also said, I’m free to “stay dangerous.” I’m not writing for anyone so much as me.

Sure, I’ve guest posted on other blogs, tailored my voice to another’s format, but it’s still my voice. (I’ve learned–the slow, hard way–that there’s no leveling up here: one has to put in the work to earn the trust). Interestingly, my reach seems to be growing organically. And you know what they say: slow and steady wins the race. As much this slowness used to bother me, I appreciate it now; as an introverted soul, it’s much better for me this way. I can adjust to the success as it comes.

Honestly, I’m not sure I’ll ever be a “Quitter” in the Acuffian sense, but I have a job that supports my art, and that art in turn brings some support to my life. It explains, illuminates, illustrates, that life. And I’m both blessed, and content, to be in that place.

Thank-you for reading!

What supports your art, and indeed, your life?

Owning Your Dream

randomlychad  —  May 11, 2011 — 9 Comments

>Dream!photo © 2008 Melody Campbell | more info (via: Wylio)

I am not cool, hip, or “with it.” I’m just a middle-aged husband and dad with a dream. A dream that includes a love of words. A dream that I let all but die–because I bought into a lie.

When someone I respected, looked up to, trusted, told me I wasn’t good enough, I believed them.

I believed them, and let the spark in me grow cold.

For nearly a quarter century, that dream lay fallow in my heart’s soil. Oh, there were some tentative forays, a few things that saw the light of day, that people praised.

But I didn’t believe them. I was still the scared high school freshman who’d had his crushed heart handed to him.

It is just within the last nine months, or so, that I’ve allowed my heart to come alive again–that I’ve dared to dream.

And fallen in love with words all over again.

This is why, despite the fact that I’ve read only the first chapter, I believe so strongly in the message of Jon’s new book, Quitter. In it, Jon contends that following our dreams is not a process of discovery, but rather one of recovery. Finding, and championing, that which we’ve always truly loved.

That has certainly been the case for me.

My name is Chad. I may not be “cool,” but whatever else I am– be it an employee, husband, father–I am a writer.

I’m owning my dream now, and I’ve given up believing the lies.

How about you?