My biases might initially lead me down the wrong path, but I’m not powerless. I can choose to take a different path.
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.
In 2006 I realized that busy wasn’t enough. I wanted to be more than just “Jeff’s wife” or someone’s Mom. Even though when I was a kid and adults would ask me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” All I could think of was “A Mom.” I was certainly that, but for some reason it wasn’t enough for me, something was missing and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Making something special requires effort. Things that are easy are not rare. Delivering a quality product or exceptional service requires a focus and attention to craft that others will be unwilling to achieve.
“Never again clutter your days or nights with so many menial and unimportant things that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along. This applies to play as well as work.”
I’m sure there are many things my children will learn from their track and field experience, but here are the three that kept running through my brain over the weekend.