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You Can't Get Milk From A Golden Calf

Have you ever heard of an idol referred to as a “golden calf?”

Let me describe a golden calf I had many years ago:

A clanging crucifix and creative crosses displayed prominently on my wall.

Dark beads of different sizes hung on the rusty copper doorknob, making noises with each entrance and exit.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

If you walked into my room at that time, you probably would think I was super religious.

I “played” religious. Actually, I was a frightened, religious church goer.

I know, talk about being incongruent.

Another story for another time.

I still can picture the small buy ciprofloxacin wooden desk in that room.

Adorned with pictures and memorabilia of someone close to me at that time in my life.

He became something that he wasn’t supposed to become…

He became my idol.

Big mistake.

Big, big mistake.

And more than that, I settled.

I compromised.

But I’ve learned, recovered and moved on.

I think it’s important to have people that you admire, respect, and learn from but they should never become more than that.

What or who is your golden calf? And is it producing any results in your life? I would love to get your feedback.

 

 

 

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About the author, Annett

Annett Bone is the creator and host of The DancePreneuring Studio where she guides her listeners on a journey of transformation inspired by dance, life, and business. The podcast is a reflection of her personal adventure overcoming her fears and returning to her passion for dance after a 20+ year hiatus, the lessons that she has learned along the way, and proving that it’s never too late to be great.

5 Comments

  1. amethystwyldfyre on July 17, 2013 at 10:59 AM

    Oh this is such a great message – simple yet deeply thought provoking – hm… my golden calf that is one I’m going to really need to explore – thank you for inspiring me to do so!

    • Annett Bone on July 18, 2013 at 4:32 PM

      Thank you for commenting Amethyst. I think golden calves come in different forms in different areas of our lives so I have to remind myself to evaluate what they are and change.

  2. Oombawka Design on July 17, 2013 at 11:07 AM

    That is a hard one. I think that would have to be my Grandparents. I learned a lot of unexpected things about them once they moved in with my husband and me. It helped move them from “idol” status (where they could do no wrong) to something more in my life – and it brought a greater depth to our relationship. I miss them. They meant the world to me.

    Rhondda
    Visiting from the UBC.

    • Annett Bone on July 18, 2013 at 4:34 PM

      I loved the perspective you provided on this. It says quite a bit that you and your husband accommodated your grandparents living with you.

      • Oombawka Design on July 18, 2013 at 5:48 PM

        Thanks Annett –

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