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Thursday, November 19, 2020
Similarities Not Differences
In an ever shrinking globe with a multitude of interconnected means to communicate and share in a common humanity, I've never felt farther apart from people. Maybe, it's the pandemic. I miss hugs and I'm not a really big hugger. It's the embrace of family and friends that wraps a little love from their surrounding arms into our bodies. You know, I fly an American flag from the front of my house in recognition that I was fortunate to be born into a place where anything is still possible. It's not a sign of political affiliation it's a sign of my similarities with fellow Americans. One nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. It's as if we have forgotten what we are saying when we say it.
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Swim Meets Are For Meeting
Things look different at dusk. As the sky melts into night more is revealed. As I sit outside in this miracle of nature my perspective is changing. I have a kid, who gets up early everyday. Diligently, goes to swim practice, gives her very best, and comes home smiling. As this her second season, coming off numerous learning experiences, both her and I have a better idea of what to expect. But she teaches me unexpected things on the regular. Last year, she was the slowest on her team in her age groups. She didn’t qualify for conference and while her face could not hide her disappointment, her unabashed joy for competing and being with her friends was evident.
She immediately asked if she could take private lessons with her coach. Of course, we will make it work. Once or twice a week she worked on her form, her turns. Putting in work on each stroke with the desire to get better. Fast forward to the first meet or the season that I am attending as I type. Two events down and two last place finishes. At first, my overly competitive self thought, we are seriously going to do this again? Then, two things happened, she immediately came up to tell me she set her personal record in both events while at the same time beaming with the pride of a champion and you know why? Because she is made up of all the things you dream your kids will be filled with.
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
When Explaining Becomes a Lecture
Working from home is new to me, turning a simple question into a treatise on the finer points of government contacts, not so much.
Going on nearly three months working from home now, the conversation went something like this today, "hey Dad, what are you working on?"
"Well, I have to look at our GSA contract pricing and modification we have pending."
"Stop. This sounds complicated so I'm going back upstairs before you start explaining it." Then, she walked upstairs.
When everything feels like a lecture, you stop wanting to hear it. Possibly, she was just coming downstairs to say hi and was being polite and just starting conversation. My natural inclination is to want to explain and drill down into the why I'm doing something, not just the what.
She wasn't at all trying to be rude or mean. She knew that if she didn't say something I would turn this into a fifteen minute one sided diatribe on government contracts. I can do this with pretty much anything.
I'm slightly troubled by this feeling though. Not talking is something I have get better at but I'm scared that if I don't tell them all the things, then I will have let them down. The most valuable thing I have right now is the time I get to spend with them because they will be gone and living their own lives without me.
Progress today is finding the balance and knowing when the right answer is to say as little as possible.
Going on nearly three months working from home now, the conversation went something like this today, "hey Dad, what are you working on?"
"Well, I have to look at our GSA contract pricing and modification we have pending."
"Stop. This sounds complicated so I'm going back upstairs before you start explaining it." Then, she walked upstairs.
When everything feels like a lecture, you stop wanting to hear it. Possibly, she was just coming downstairs to say hi and was being polite and just starting conversation. My natural inclination is to want to explain and drill down into the why I'm doing something, not just the what.
She wasn't at all trying to be rude or mean. She knew that if she didn't say something I would turn this into a fifteen minute one sided diatribe on government contracts. I can do this with pretty much anything.
I'm slightly troubled by this feeling though. Not talking is something I have get better at but I'm scared that if I don't tell them all the things, then I will have let them down. The most valuable thing I have right now is the time I get to spend with them because they will be gone and living their own lives without me.
Progress today is finding the balance and knowing when the right answer is to say as little as possible.
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Shoot it with an Elephant Gun
How do you eat an elephant?
One bite at a time.
What if the elephant is systemic racism since the founding of our country?
You have to shoot it with an elephant gun.
Small efforts can have been impacts but big efforts can have societal changing impacts.
What's a big effort?
How about every single citizen of this country, following the summer of their 18th birthday, does a mandatory two years of service. Military, Peace Corp, AmeriCorps, we can think of a few new ones. Technology has never made us farther apart and we need to physically come together in service for one another.
One bite at a time.
What if the elephant is systemic racism since the founding of our country?
You have to shoot it with an elephant gun.
Small efforts can have been impacts but big efforts can have societal changing impacts.
What's a big effort?
How about every single citizen of this country, following the summer of their 18th birthday, does a mandatory two years of service. Military, Peace Corp, AmeriCorps, we can think of a few new ones. Technology has never made us farther apart and we need to physically come together in service for one another.
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