Hey Mom! My iPhone screen is cracked again!
I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard this from both of my kids.
Since the inception of cell phones, I’ve probably owned three? That’s it!
How is that possible you might ask? Like you, my phone is an extension of myself. It is rarely out of my sight. I keep it in a protective case. I’ve never had it in my back pocket. I don’t take it near water.
Now that I think about it, my phone is like a hammer to carpenter. It is in fact a tool that I use every day.
Almost all of my kids are grown. However, not grown enough to pay for a new phone. Mom and Dad still have to do that. I think between the two of them. They’ve probably broke 6 iPhone screens?
How is that possible?
People wonder why it is that I will spend $200 on a new pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses. “You’re just going to lose them?” they say. So NOT true. I keep my glasses (both prescription) in a case that holds both pair. I wrap them in a soft cleaning microfiber towel before putting them in. They are never scratched and I always know where they are.
So how is it that when people are constantly losing, scratching or breaking theirs?
Well, flash back 50 years or so to when I was a kid growing up in the late 60’s. We really didn’t have much money. At Christmas, we’d get a bike as our big present, but it was used? New to us but… still… used. My Dad would buy it from somebody at McClellan AFB and he’d fix it up! He’s really make it shine. I used to think about how much work my Dad put into the project. It made me always wanted to keep it new and clean and shiny! But mostly because it was mine.
Later in life as I began to play sports in school, when the time came to get new football cleats or basketball shoes, my Dad would say “How much are the new shoes?” I’d say $40? He’d say “here’s $20, you can pay for the rest!” And I would. And I’d take care of them. Why?
Because you don’t fully appreciate something of value that you earned until YOU have to pay for it!
Through time, parents have always wanted to provide for their kids a better life than they had as children. That just perpetuates a vicious cycle that doesn’t teach a lesson?
We need to STOP giving our children everything they desire. Sure, it’s easier to just give it to them to shut them up. Cave to peer pressure so that your kids aren’t the only ones not to have the latest fad.
They need to earn it.
I used to sell fruit from our backyard fruit trees to our neighbors door-to-door. There is always a way you can make money if you just use your head.
They need to make a goal and work towards that goal. Maybe have a matching plan like a company does with a 401k plan? For every dollar they keep in savings, you’ll match it at the end and before they make their purchase.
People do not have respect for things that they didn’t actually pay for. When you wonder why that is?
Blame it on your parenting!
Resolutions shouldn't necessarily be things to stop doing or to get rid of, but instead they should be about embracing a different mindset.
It's time to drop the bad habits. A purge if you will!
The key is to find what makes you happy and do whatever it takes to get it and keep it.
Here are some ways to make this the best year of your whole life:
Do something that scares the shit out of you.
Spend time with people who make your life better.
Allow yourself sleep in sometimes!
Take a day off just because you want to.
Perform a random acts of kindness.
Don't take everything so seriously.
Pick a new hobby that makes you happy.
Don't bring work home with you.
Don't dwell on things you can't change.
Do something that makes you feel accomplished
Make time for yourself.
Finish something you started.
Treat yourself to something you've been wanting forever.
Get rid of things (and people!) you don't need!
Decide what you want, and go f*cking get it.
Thursday, January 11, 2018
I had a moment of “Divine Intervention” this week.
Have you ever, in an emotional state, banged out an email or message to someone that would completely change the dynamics of a friendship upon their receiving it? Things you wrote that were absolutely the truth, but so hurtful in context.
And in your fit of rage, you hit send anyway? With total disregard for the other person’s feelings?
I did that Friday night.
Person A asked me via email if I would please not discuss something very specific in front of Person B for fear that they might see their sub-par efforts on a project.
My feelings were such that this person would not have put themselves in that position had they just done their job properly in the first place.
I practically handed this very lucrative project to Person A, and he/she really just goes through the motions and collects the money. Money, for all intents and purposes, really should be going directly to me. Oh, and that’s not to say there isn’t a lot of schmoozing going on. But this person is all about the sizzle and as it would appear, very little steak.
It was Friday night, so… I hit send.
Throwing caution to the wind… I hit send!
And so it began. My heart became roommates with my stomach, for the whole weekend. What would the repercussions be? You know that feeling? When you actually pull the trigger and hit SEND!
Had a busy Saturday and worked for most of the day with it constantly in the back of my mind. Sunday was much quieter but yes, it was right there with me.
Why hadn’t this person replied? Was all this anxiety worth it?
I woke up Monday morning and figured this person was probably devastated by my harsh words. That’s when I remembered that I had forwarded this message from my work email, to my home email so I thought they might have sent the reply there! Either way, I expected to see some sort of retort.
I got to work and immediately opened my inbox.
There it was!
My message had been sent to me and not Person A. When I forwarded it, instead of replying to them, I had replied to myself. All of my communique was sent to myself. That’s why they didn’t reply?
All of this because I hit SEND. On a Friday night. After a few beers.
You can't put toothpaste back into the tube. You can’t take back words. You can't go back!
I will never do that again.
Devine intervention and lesson learned.