There’s alot of talk about being planned, disciplined, sensible and efficient these days. On this blog I’ve even argued that to really do big things, we need to be laser-focused on those things. From doing the right things, to creating habits and being consistent and ordinary.
But in pursuit of our goals, I fear that we will be so focused on results that we will blow right past the things that actually matter.
NEWSFLASH -
I have just a few memories from my childhood that are crystal-clear, seems-like-it-was-yesterday type memories. One of them was a ski-trip my Dad took me on when I was 12.
I cherish that week because -
Most of all, I cherish it because it didn’t make “sense” to take a 12-year old to an expensive lodge in some of the most epic ski terrain on earth. But he did anyway.
And wouldn’t you believe it! The lessons I learned aren’t what most of us fear when we live outside the lines. My takeaway wasn’t – “spend money you don’t have”, “don’t plan” and “be irresponsible”. Instead, I heard – work hard, bless people and live life with a little flavor.
Thanks Dad.
QUESTION: Where have you gotten too rigid? What can you do to really start living?
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4 Comments on this post
Leave a CommentWhat a great blog. I remember that trip slightly differently. Same great time – same great lodge – same great snow- same great sunshine.
But we all carry with us slightly different memories of the same thing… I think it probably depends on our age and responsibilities and where we are in our life’s journey.
I remember how fast you seemed to be growing up… I think it was one of the first times I realized that I could hardly keep up with you on the slopes anymore… and I couldn’t have done anymore vertical feet even if I had wanted to.
I also remember sitting around the big fireplace in the lodge every night while you faithfully did your math homework. More than once I thought about just giving you the answers so you could get on to Area 51 but I restrained myself. I also thought those teachers could have cut you a little slack… seems like you learned a lot more on the trip than you would have in class…
I also remember a trip my dad took me on — I must have been 5 or 6 — It was a Saturday afternoon and we went to an indoor swimming pool in Woodinville. I remember jumping off the side of the pool into his arms – time after time. It was just me and my dad what a great time I had… guess those “dad” memories last along time.
Thanks Charlie and thanks Dad
Comment left on 5.15.2012 by John W.
Thanks Dad. Brings tears to my eyes, thinking about you and Poppa having a memorable day together. Funny how the things that really stick with us, even after 50+ years, is just good, quality, time together. Let's make it a point to keep these memories up. Appreciate you Dad.
Reply left on 5.15.2012 by Charlie
Am glad I stumbled upon this blog. It’s utterly relevant to where I am in life right now, trying to revive my ambitious spirit too long lain dormant.
Will be back, God bless.
Comment left on 6.8.2012 by Nicole
Thanks Nicole. Great to hear this, look forward to checking out your blog
Reply left on 6.9.2012 by Charlie