I picked an awesome tree this year, in about 5 minutes.
I don’t know about you, but when I ask myself “what I want,” I never get a straight answer. I know one thing:
- I want what I have, mostly.
- My family is primo.
- But my life wants more, too.
Wait — that’s three things.
By the way, I usually take about 45 minutes to pick out a live tree each holiday season. I’m trying to get in the mode of “taking action” and it totally worked this year. Inside 5 minutes, I had this tree in the van, and it’s pretty nice.
Go, me.
Better than drip, but espresso is still tops.
I always hear that you’re not supposed to buy yourself things during the holidays. Since I usually don’t know what I want, though, I have to strike when the iron is hot. While browsing Target for gifts for other people, I happened across this French press. I wanted it. I bought it.
The French press is not all it’s cracked up to be, but I’ll start using it at work. I am using dark roast espresso beans with it, so I’ll have to try something more “medium” later to see if it makes a difference.
I am still curious about this “Cold Press” approach, though, and will try it soon.
Snow on the ground!
Onward I go, into what? I don’t know.
But, there’s snow!
Do you honestly know what you want? Or are you on a track that goes East and West because — well, that’s the way the track was laid?
I’m on such a track, and it’s because I’m too afraid right now to get off. I could get off and put my train on another track, but I’m sick of tracks. I need to get up the gumption to get off the track, remove the big steel wheels, put regular car tires and a steering wheel in place, and drive my own route.
Even with snow, looking west stinks.
“And to your left, you can see the lovely holiday decorations adorning the oddly-short evergreen vegetation. Behold.”
Good morning, Santa. Feeling deflated?
This Santa is awesome, but every year, he gets flattened by ice. That’s not the case here — he just doesn’t do mornings. You know, at least Santa knows what he wants to do. Unless maybe he’s being blackmailed into the whole gift delivery thing. Man, wouldn’t that be a story?
“Santa, you gotta know nobody just quits the firm. You’re flyin’, or you’re dyin’, doughboy.”
I’ve just read “How to Get Rich,” and this guy totally hits the nail on the head with three categories of people and what excuses they make for not taking action. I’m in category two, part of the “comfortably poor,” inactive for fear of losing what I currently have. Namely, that is security (or the perception of security,) including a health care plan and the crack cocaine of a regular paycheck.
House with tall tree. In December. Yeah.
Just wait until we get a real snow. That tree is beautiful with snow clinging all over it. Totally.
This security comes at a price, though. My skills are waning, and my sense of purpose is nearly non-existent. Sorry, but I can’t be happy “just getting a paycheck.” I am capable of so much more.
Eastward to what?
I’d love to make my current job work out, to make a difference, to start doing things that really benefit people. Without leadership and management, that’s not going to happen.
Winter totally rules. I mean it.
So what do you do? What do you want? Do you want to be rich? Do you want to have power over other people? (be a manager.) Do you want to be famous? (that’s just dangerous.)
Just another eastward shot.
I’ve always felt guilty any time I thought I’d like to be rich. I don’t know why. I guess because the people around me always hacked on rich people, criticized them, and said they just weren’t like us, or we weren’t like them. They live in a “different world.”
New Ironport web blocker at work embarassed Firefox.
Huh. Well anyway, that’s my Monday food for thought. I have to remember that for now, I am a wage slave, so I need to go get some work done.
