Monday, November 6, 2017


     Happiness is something humankind has sought since the dawning of time. Thousands of games and other forms of entertainment have been invented to stimulate it. What most never realize however is all happiness is fleeting unless you first bring it with you. Happiness is not a destination. It must come from a place inside of you. True happiness is never external.
Happiness is sought in many ways. Some look for it in the form of shopping, or roping, others in the form of a buddy or partner. Many sit around, saying they are bored, looking for something to do. Something to entertain them. Something to make them happy. They are hoping something “out there” will come along and magically make them happy.
People play games, watch sports, take a trip to Vegas, on and on, in search of the elusive “happiness.” And generally, they find it—for a little while. Soon enough however, the euphoria fades away and they are bored or melancholy once again. Then they continue looking for the next form of entertainment to make them “happy.” Most think happiness could be theirs, “if only.”
It has been proven, time and again, having “this” or “that” does not fulfill your deep-down need for happiness. Most of us never realize that all external forms of happiness are merely ephemeral. True happiness is something you must bring with you.
“The greatest discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter
his life by altering his attitudes of mind.”- William James
There are many ways to get, and remain, happy. Just remember, it is always an inside job. Each has their own specific triggers that work for them. Personally, I love to read inspirational material. I also constantly dwell on things I am thankful for. These things help my state of mine be right. One lesson I learned long ago was to be happy with what you have, and where you are at—regardless. Make the most of each and every situation and moment. This does not mean you should not aspire to reach greater heights, but your state of happiness should not depend upon reaching those heights.
Remember, when you bring happiness with you—happiness which comes from within—then, and only then, will it not matter what you are doing. You will be happy no matter what. This is a trait of most positive thinkers and optimists.
There is an old saying that goes, “Do you wake up in the morning, jump out of bed, and say, ‘Good morning, Lord!’ or do you drag yourself from the bed, muttering, ‘Good Lord, it’s morning…’” People who look for the bright spot in every situation and remember to be thankful for what they have tend to say the first. The happiest people I have ever met were eternal optimist and always positive! Most also had a strong belief in God.
So the next time you are headed somewhere just to have a little fun, remember to bring happiness with you. This is the only true way it will last.

Jim Olson ©2017

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Going Above and Beyond

    It had been a long and dusty morning of sorting cattle. There were four of us “temps” hired to help for the busy season. We got done a little early that morning and decided to have an early lunch while we waited for the boss to return. After lunch, we still had a little down time. As we lounged around the barn, one ol’ boy named Mike busied himself cleaning up old feed sacks and just tiding up in general.
A couple of the other guys started giving Mike a hard time. Saying he was just cleaning up to make himself look good in case the boss drove up. Mike replied that it just needed doing, so he was going to do it. One of the guys who accused Mike of looking busy just in case the boss drove up said, “By golly, we’ve worked hard all morning sorting those cattle. I don't need to look busy just so the boss thinks I’m working when he drives up. If he can’t look in those corrals and see what all we’ve done, without being told or shown, then he’s a bone-head anyway.” It was a feeble excuse to explain his actions of sitting there doing nothing while Mike picked up.
I watched this little exchange with interest. Being only eighteen, I was still very impressionable, and a little rebellious, so I was unsure which side to align myself with. After a little while, one of the guys who had been giving Mike a hard time, gave another little jab. He said, “You know, I’m sitting here earning the same money as you. Ha!”
To which Mike replied, “If you never do any more than you’re paid for, you’ll never be paid for any more than you do.” I later learned it was an old saying, but I thought that over for a moment and was convinced that ‘ol Mike was a sure enough wise one. A genuine cowboy philosopher.
After thinking for a minute, I decided to jump up and help out. While the two of us worked hard, cleaning up that dusty barn, those other fellows sat there on their duffs, giving us a hard time. Before long, we heard a pickup arrive. All of a sudden, those two guys jumped up and acted like they had been cleaning right along with us.
When the boss walked in, he looked around and commented that the barn sure looked great. One of the guys who had sat there giving us a bad time piped up and said, “Thanks. It just looked like it needed doing.” What a counterfeit, I thought, but didn't say a thing. Neither did Mike. Then we all went out to the corrals.
While looking over the cattle, I became more upset by the minute. I told myself it wasn't fair that the whole barn cleaning idea belonged to Mike and that he’d done most of the work. Then this other guy stepped right up to claim credit. It just wasn't right!
After a bit, the boss was getting ready to leave. I had a chance to pull him aside for a moment without being too conspicuous. I told him, “You know Sir, cleaning that barn while we waited was all Mike’s idea and he did most of the work.” I figured that was the right thing to do without stepping over the line and becoming a tattle-tale against my fellow cowboys.
The boss grinned and said, “I figure as much.” I was puzzled and asked how so? He explained, “Those two over there are lazy and suck-ups. While they do their jobs just fine, they wouldn't have the initiative to go above and beyond what’s expected of them. You—you’re too young and inexperienced to be a leader, so I figure it wasn't your idea. And I know ‘ol Mike, he’s the kind of guy who knows you’ve got to chop wood before you can have a fire. Watch his work ethic when you’re around him. It’ll do you good.”
At the end of the season, when extra help was no longer needed, Mike was kept on too fill an open position—the rest of us were let go. Later on, I heard Mike was promoted to boss and wound up overseeing a large cattle operation for a big-time operator. Those other two guys, well I heard they are still working for, basically what amounts to minimum wage. They spent their whole lives complaining about management and never doing any more that what was expected of them. And their paychecks still reflect it to this day.
Me. I’ll always remember that day. It was the day it finally sunk in, what several successful old-timers had told me along the way. The day I saw advice meet application. The fact that if you want to succeed, if you want to earn more, you have to go above and beyond what is expected.

Jim Olson ©2017

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Get along with your fellow man - it pays!

Andrew Carnegie started off as a very poor young man whose first job paid him only two cents per hour. Although he only attended school four years, later in life, he became very successful and gave away over 350 million in charitable contributions during his own lifetime (that being 100-year-ago dollars). In an interview he once attributed his success to the fact he, "...learned how to handle people."

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Growing up COUNTRY!

You may not know it, but I grew up country. Not “country” like, my family tree does not “fork,” kind of country. LOL! Not a house-per-acre in a subdivision kind of country (although there are a lot of great rural folk from those areas). But a down-home, proud-to-be-an-American, from the heartland, own a pickup truck (because a car won’t make it down your road), don’t need any bureaucrat telling you what to do, raise your own food, cowboy hat wearing (to keep the sun off), raising cows, horses, chickens, goats, hogs, dogs and even a little “Cain” kind of country! You know what I mean – COUNTRY!

The half-horse town nearest to where I grew up was about two-miles distant. It consisted of a Church, under a dozen homes, an old store, a cotton gin and a feed yard. I caught the school bus there. At various times I arrived at said bus stop by means of walking, bicycle, a-horseback, or driving—depending upon what was available and general weather conditions.

The next town of any significance was another ten miles and consisted of a school, three churches, a store/post office combination and about a couple-dozen homes (this is where I went to school). I rode the bus for an hour, traveling from farm to ranch, in order to pick up enough kids to make a load. FFA was required curriculum. There were only about eight to ten kids in my grade each year.

Because of my upbringing, I gained useful knowledge, such as what it’s like to milk a cow by hand twice-a-day (taught me about regularity and responsibility). I know how to butcher my own meat, what it’s like to mend fences, assist an animal with birthing, tromp in muck up to your knees to doctor a sick animal during a storm, get bucked off in a sticker patch, be kicked by a horse or cow protecting their “personal space,” hooked by a bull (whose “personal space” is usually much larger), how to entertain yourself without the aide of “electronic gadgets,” dress in layers so you can bear being outside in a day that starts off in the 30s at daybreak and winds up in the 80’s by afternoon, be both wind-burned and sunburned from working outside all day. I know all that and more—and I love it.

I love it because I also know what it’s like to see mountain views ten, twenty or even fifty miles off on a clear day. I know what it’s like to stare up at the stars with an unobstructed view while hearing crickets chirping on a clear, still night. I know what it’s like to have a special bond with animals—even if you plan to eat them later. The sight of a colt taking its first suckle, what it’s like to actually know your neighbors, the feeling of independence you get surviving in the country, the pride of raising your own food and yes, me being a male, the freedom to “do my business” outdoors, with worrying about neighbors being around.

Things weren’t always easy growing up this way. Being poor and rural, you had to be tough to survive. If you have ever chopped your own wood because it’s your only source of heat, had to gather a meal before eating it, lived in a house where you could see your breath in un-heated bedrooms during winter, chopped weeds in a field for minimum wage (daylight till dark on a hot summer day), spent a full day in the saddle (working – not pleasure riding), had blisters on your hands (and butt), or had to choose between buying gas or groceries with your last twenty-dollars because the “harvest check” is not in yet, then you know what I’m talking about.

Growing up country taught me many things. It’s a way of life like no other and I’m glad for it. I learned to respect God and country, the true value of a dollar (one you earned yourself), how to be responsible (not only for yourself but for animals and others), how to be independent, to really appreciate and respect nature, to work hard, to speak another language (Spanish), to change my own tires, fix a vehicle good enough to get back home with bailing wire and duct tape, basic veterinary skills, to be diplomatic when dealing with animals (and people), horticulture and the difference between beast of burden, meat animals and pets (and know they all have their own special place in the world), the value of a friend you could count on when you really need a hand, and, well, you get the picture.

I have a lot of fond memories of grow up this way. If you have ever “bobbed for apples” at a “Country Jamboree,” rolled your bedroll out and slept under the stars, known the satisfaction of doing a job few others could, watched an animal being born, smelled fresh-cut hay, danced a jig in the high school gymnasium at the yearly social, seen a sunrise or sunset a-horseback with no obstructions around, eaten “rocky mountain oysters” over a branding fire or a ripe tomato fresh off the vine, spent a Saturday night riding around in a four-wheel drive with a twelve pack and a spot light and thought it was the time of your life, listened to the same Chris Ledoux tape over and over on the way to a rodeo in the middle of nowhere, ate the best food ever at a “potluck” gathering, or if you have ever tasted home-made ice cream, made with cream you personally strained from milk, gotten from your own cow, then you know what I’m talking about.

A lot of folks think that growing up country is a handicap, but pardner, I’m here to tell you, it’s not! Great men like Abraham Lincoln grew up very country (and poor). Dale Carnegie, arguably one of the greatest writers and speakers of the 20th century grew up on a farm in Missouri. Canadian songstress, Shania Twain, grew up poor, in the rugged wilderness near Timmins, Ontario. As a boy, Johnny Cash worked along side his family in an Arkansas cotton field. Writer, Max Evans, once trailed a herd of horses from Jal, New Mexico to Guymon, Oklahoma when he was a young boy. They later made movies from books he’d written about his experiences! There are thousands of other examples. I could go on and on about great folk (well-known and unknown) who were raised “country.”

Personally, I wear “growing up country,” like a badge of honor. I would not have had it any other way!

Jim Olson © 2016

Thursday, October 9, 2014

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Jim Olson is a ranch-raised cowboy, author and entrepreneur. Growing up on the high plains of eastern New Mexico he learned to ride young colts, tend to cattle and drive heavy farm equipment at an early age. 

Jim spent a few years competing in the calf roping event at the Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association level, qualifying for the circuit finals a few times. He lives on and operates a ranch near Stanfield, Arizona, once a part of John Wayne’s Red River Ranch, and also owns Western Trading Post, dealing in Cowboy and Indian collectibles. 

These great life experiences Jim now uses in his writing career. He writes stories about interesting and extraordinary people of the west including short stories of both fiction and nonfiction. He has a monthly column titled “Cowboy Heroes,” published by several Southwestern and national magazines. Jim has written three books and is working on other projects as well. He can be reached via the web: 


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