This morning I learned a friend died. This did not sit well with me, so I retreated into the comfort of a bottle of Fiction Wine. I’d been up late binge watching Daredevil the night before and spent yesterday afternoon literally standing in the sun for hours. Not helping matters, my boys decided to wake up pre-dawn and required my attention. So, when I sat down with my wine I didn’t last long.
That brings me to now. Its early evening and I’ve been awake a little bit and accomplished nothing. My mood has skidded downward and I’m well aware of having failed someone close to me today simply by not being myself and not being available. Missteps are critical in life and it only takes a few to land in the proverbial doghouse of life. At some point you gotta learn to swallow hard and just do what you ought to. For me that means handling my stuff on the front end and not letting so much get to me that I wind up terribly far behind.
Some Thoughts:
- I’ve been playing with my boys a lot less than I used to. So much so that it is noticeable. I don’t like it. They come home and in that first hour I’m usually letting them do their thing while I rest or handle chores X,Y, or Z.
- Part of being a good coach is adjusting to what is happening in-game. In fact, there are multiple components to being a good coach that I think require attention in the form of a blog or at least a thought, but today I am thinking about adjustments. I’m not good at them. This is a new revelation. If I get overwhelmed I freeze up and go to my wheelhouse, which is usually not working and why I froze up. In other words, I am the anti-Belicheck. This must be rectified immediately.
- Losing your hair is genetic in part, but a greater portion of that is stress. I’m losing my hair.
- The next number is because someone likes when I do it…