It’s that time of year again.
I was walking around a park near my house just the other day. I noticed a couple, probably in their 40s, or 50s, walking briskly behind me as I began. They were focused, and clearly getting a head start on their New Year’s Resolutions.
I then heard their footsteps quicken behind me. The husband passed me, then looked back and saying “C’mon, baby.” The wife quickly snipped back with “I can’t.” The husband then doubled back to encourage her, and she managed to run a few more steps, only to further confirm her sentiment with a strong “I can’t do anymore!” The husband backed off.
I know exactly what the husband was thinking at this point. He was thinking, “Oh, you don’t even know how to push yourself.” I could see it in his eyes, his posture, everything. He was a relatively fit guy, and I’d be willing to bet he’s spent plenty of his youth on sports teams, at two-a-day football practices or the like, pushing himself with 50 other guys that we men eventually, somehow, consider the greatest days of our lives.
What I’m saying is he recognized that the whole point of this running thing was to push yourself into p
I read several posts last week about not phoning it in during that week between Christmas and New Year’s. Like this one from Chris Brogan, this one from Jen Fong and this one from Christopher S. Penn.
That was completely my plan, too. I freakin’ love being at the office during the week. Mostly because no one else is there. It’s a great week for finalizing plans, catching up, cleaning up and thinking. And all that with no meetings and few interruptions.
But it didn’t happen that way.
Instead, my wife got sick. Which meant I had to pinch-hit in taking care of our two-year-old hellion. It amounted in a day in the office on Monday, home Tuesday and Wednesday, back in the office on Thursday, and then off on Friday through Saturday.
Regardless of how much you try to resist it, you can’t help but get reflective this time of year. Sure, it might be driven by the idea of a new year giving us the proverbial clean slate to build from. Or it may be a state of shock emerging from the holi-daze wondering how you could possibly be this fat, this broke and this far off where you thought you’d end the year.
Take your pick.
But in the spirit of thinking 100% about me, I thought I’d look back on 2010 and see, on a professional level, what themes emerged that neatly wrap it up.
Input. Someone must’ve drilled me with a g
In the spirit of the clean slates, resolutions and Auld Lang Syne’s of the New Year’s Eve, here’s my bit of advice for you: Go disgust yourself. Really. Take a good look in the mirror and realize just how disgusting you are. It’ll do a lot more for you in 2009 than vowing to lower [...]
In response to my frustrations with New Year’s Resolutions expressed in yesterday’s post, I present you with a much better idea: New Month’s Resolutions. If a year is too long to be effective, then let’s break our resolutions into 12 bite-sized pieces over the next year. And since we’ve heard time and again that it [...]
In response to my frustrations with New Year’s Resolutions expressed in yesterday’s post, I present you with a much better idea: New Month’s Resolutions. If a year is too long to be effective, then let’s break our resolutions into 12 bite-sized pieces over the next year. And since we’ve heard time and again that it [...]
