Sure, I would love to place my order, and I would go over the top with what I would choose to eat. The prices were reasonable, the food was fabulous, and so off I would go with throwing caution to the wind again.
I am not going to give them the satisfaction of winning even if it destroys my sole into the bargain. I will delay it for ever, but why? Because procrastination is a bitch.
The career advice is often, tone it down and aim for what is possible. Even though we all know the workplace is changing so fast that what you learn now will be redundant by the time he hits the job market.
I read on social media during the holiday season is that the population should all be made to do customer-facing service jobs. The idea behind this movement is that people might be a lot more respectful to the individual trying to serve or support them or is helping them in their pursuit of consumption.
The insight came from a comment from my Son the night before. I was pondering his words on the walk into my work that very same morning. We were coming to terms with a rather frustrating driving test situation where things were repeatedly cancelled due to an ever-changing covid situation and the over bureaucratic nature of one tough administrator. I explained to my Son that we just need to be calm and deal with what we can.
If you are reading this over a coffee, pause and ponder this short list of questions because most people don’t, and they wake up five years down the line and say exactly that…
I want to see an iceberg. I want to dance naked in the artic and explore my legacy more because I hope to be windswept and interesting one day.
In addition, I have always preached the benefit of the occasional reckless splurge of cash on something that you probably didn’t need, but it was something that you wanted. I would set it up in the conversation as a test, and if you pass that test, then you should keep going. If you fail and you have fallen off the wagon, and your spending runs away from you again, find a way back onboard that works for you.
Now, in this new normal, it is communications constantly firing towards you. Everything from everywhere. And it all has a distinct feeling that the senders are considering the action done, completed, because they off-loaded it as quickly as possible into the communication pit.
Today, on my thirty-minute walk to work, I switched my mind back to music and to compliment that, I changed my well-worn path. I took a different road into work and passed things I had forgotten that were there. I seen different faces, and I walked with a spring in my step even though the burnt orange leaves of autumn were littering the sidewalk of the back roads that I danced along.
As the daylight came into vogue and the seasonal picture emerged, I got more and more comfortable. I was warm, and from my advantage point, I could enjoy the feeling without any exposure to the extreme snowfall and freezing conditions.
The mediocre minority are always amplified, but let them be nothing to you. Do not add comments to feed their volume. Ignore them, for they are nothings…
I liked this sentence, and I flipped it over. I asked myself if I would remember this exact moment a year from now. I wasn’t sure if I would, but I know that many times in the past, I had wished that I had started something, and the fact was, I didn’t.
No more. I will be asking a lot of questions. There will be no clear yes until I fully understand what is being asked, and even then, I will be leaning back into my contract building days and securing a break clause.
When I am asked about my take away from the pandemic situation that we, the world, has stumbled through over the last couple of years, I will say…
I don’t fully understand what happened with my thought pattern, but it is interesting. I was thinking it through but not really, and then something from somewhere made me jump the gun and boom, I had the book, and I was striding toward the cafe with a spring in my step.
‘Simplify and focus’ appears to be a catchphrase for many people who don’t take the time to stop and think about what they mean when they make that request. They want to skip past the need for detail and straight onto the handout. They want the cribbed version, the bullet points. A sound bite. A bullet point.
was being a typical dad, and I was going on a bit. I think parents do that kind of thing. We go on a bit and drag the backside out of the subject matter. Well, I know I do. But it was with meaning and a good heart full of intention as I was trying to guide a conversation than have any strong point of view.