Eight years ago I made one of the best decisions of my life. That was the year I stopped putting up outdoor Christmas lights.
What first started out as a few multi-colored lights around our shrubs, progressed to lighting all the trees, the eaves, and visions of interactive audio and video dancing in my head. I had to – the neighbors were keeping up.
Every year I had to keep adding more lights so that I wasn’t the lamest looking display in the neighborhood. Each ensuing year became more stressful than the previous year. The setup time went from hours, to days, to weekends. The dread of having the post Christmas blues combined with the increasing manual labor required to take the decorations down became too much. For such a happy time of the year, I was miserable Continue Reading…
I would hate to be a professional athlete. I love sports, but the mindless interviews and constant microscopic analysis of every word I said and every move I made would drive me crazy. That was obvious this in this past week’s NFL draft. It was also a great lesson in learning to lead others.
Which is more difficult, getting to the World Series the first time, or repeating the following year? Both require great talent, but the motivation has got to be a little harder to muster after you’ve had that magical first experience. What about the third and fourth times?