(Quick disclaimer - I actually enjoy what I do for a living - which makes this realization much more profound for me) This morning I awakened to that feeling of work-week deja vu. Getting up at the same time, fixing the same morning coffee, and anticipating another day I expected to be the mirror image of yesterday and the day before. Worse yet, acknowledging that I have two more of these 'repeater days' left before I'm free (on the weekend). Life's meant to be lived, celebrated and most of all savored and enjoyed. I reminded myself of that, and purposed myself to make today memorable. I thought I'd share this thought for any of you who may find yourself in a "groundhog day" groove as well. Go do something exceptional today. Make today memorable.
The pursuit of goalS, without the proper understandings and counter-balances, is purely reckless. This article does a great job explaining why! "In some ways both Santa Clause and The Secret have done us a disservice. Both focused on wishing something would happen and either through the process of writing it down and/or visualization, it is supposed to magically appear. Many management and self-help gurus cite research, reportedly done at Harvard or Yale universities, which describes why only 3% of Harvard MBAs make 10 times as much money as the other 97%--because they write down their goals. The problem with this claim is that no such research study exists." WELL DONE RAY B. WILLIAMS! http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/wired-success/201104/why-goal-setting-doesnt-work
Almost every event in life contains an opportunity within it.
On a particular Friday I awakened feeling stressed. And a little bit grumpy. I had two looming deadlines ahead, and it meant I would spend the weekend in front of my computer working. Not relaxing, not playing. Working. NOT OK. It's not like me to miss a deadline (let alone two), but having spent the month of October traveling to India, Canada and Ohio I simply had no time to work on these projects until the final days before they were due. Rather than grumpily trudging through the weekend, I made two phone calls. I explained my situation and asked for help and understanding. Both calls resulted in me being given 30 day's extensions. There wasn't even a problem, the extra time was given gladly. Had I not tried, I would have lost the weekend. More importantly I would have resented having lost this time. Life is short. Time is not meant to be resented - but celebrated. I was reminded that most things in life aren't pre-destined. They're negotiable. Rather than seeing the eventualities I learned (again) to look for the possibilities.