“You have within you right now, everything you need to deal with whatever the world can throw at you.”

–Brian Tracy (b. 1944; CANADIAN AMERICAN motivational speaker, author, and personal development expert; His popular books are Earn What You’re Really Worth; Eat That Frog!; No Excuses!; The Power of Self-Discipline; and The Psychology of Achievement.)

Strangely enough, when I awakened from a restful night’s slumber not too long ago, I started thinking about a way to make my life better–not long-range, mind you, but instead, just for that day. I didn’t have anything special in mind. Actually, I didn’t have anything at all in mind, other than doing something, anything, to give me an added layer of fulfillment and improvement, so that I could look in the mirror and affirm, “Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better.” After all, self-improvement, like learning, is lifelong.

As I lay there, I realized that my vaguely formed notion would do me no good whatsoever. I realized that I needed an action plan, even if it was nothing more than resolving to start the day by asking, in the spirit of Benjamin Franklin:

“What good shall I do this day?”

Perhaps I could even end each day with Franklin’s self-examination:

“What good have I done this day?”

Those two questions serve unequivocally as a noble way to live: doing good for others, living life in service to others.

I always make a point of sharing Franklin’s questions whenever I teach Colonial American Literature. I project onto the screen the facsimile page from Franklin’s Autobiography, containing those two questions, and I pause to give my students time to reflect. Then I ask:

“What if we lived our lives that way, with a daily commitment to doing good for others?”

I pause again, watching faces glow with good resolve:

“I challenge you. Live your life that way for an entire month. Start each day with, ‘What good shall I do this day?’ End each day with, ‘What good have I done this day?’

“Set your own daily goals and be the measure of your own performance.

“Oh. Yes. Here’s one more thing. Don’t tell anyone that you’re walking in Franklin’s footsteps. Don’t tell anyone about the daily good that you’re doing. Just go forth into your own world and do your own intended good.”

I can tell by their inspired faces that some of the students accept the challenge and go forth with determined resolve. I hope that they sustained the practice for their entire life. If they did, I know that it worked for them just as surely as it worked for Franklin, who, by the age of 42, dedicated his life to public service. I’d like to think that he did so with no realization that as he enriched the lives of others, so, too, would his own life be enriched.

If I had heeded Franklin’s advice that morning by venturing forth in a philanthropic direction, I could not have done better, especially at my age when opportunities to do good for others will not in the future be as plentiful as they have been in the past.

But Franklin’s approach didn’t resonate with me as I thought about a way to make my daily life better. I knew why. I didn’t have lofty in mind. Instead, I had little in mind. I wanted something little that I could do daily without too much fuss and without too much bother.

At that moment, an epiphany washed over me. I realized that I didn’t need to search for something new. I could tap something old that my fourth grade teacher, Helen Petry, introduced me to when I joined the 4-H Club. Its basic idea was then and remains now a simple one:

“[to] help young people and their families gain the skills needed to be proactive forces in their communities and develop ideas for a more innovative economy.”

4-H was especially popular in coal-mining areas where I grew up because it connected education and rural life.

Mrs. Petry mentored me during my first year of belonging to 4-H. From the fifth grade through the eighth, my English teacher, Edith Jarrell, guided me. Throughout high school, my biology teacher, Kenneth Gross, coached me. When I graduated, my nine years of active 4-H involvement ended.

However, the power of 4-H within me did not end. Though buried deep in my psyche, its principles became part of my core values, on par with my faith and work core values instilled in me by my parents. Those foundational values guided me through college and graduate school, through my federal career at the Library of Congress, and through my teaching career at Laurel Ridge Community College. They’re even guiding ne now through my career of reinvention.

Those realizations eased a soft smile across my waking face, as I lay there in bed, chanting to myself the 4-H pledge:

I pledge my head to clearer thinking,
My heart to greater loyalty,
My hands to larger service,
and my health to better living,
for my club, my community, my country, and my world.

In those quiet morning moments, I unearthed treasures deep within myself. From the enduring wisdom of Benjamin Franklin’s daily questions to the steadfast principles of the 4-H pledge, my core values have served as timeless anchors. Through the tapestry of love and loss, success and failure, birth and death, and every twist of fate along the way, my anchors have endured. My anchors have held.

In those quiet morning moments, I realized the simplicity of it all. All that I needed to do was dedicate one activity daily (regardless of how small) to my head, my heart, my hands, and my health.

As we begin a New Year, Dear Readers, may you have your own quiet morning moments. May you rediscover your own core values, and may you hold them tight with the full realization that they are not relics of your past: they are old anchors for your New Year.