When you get into and start your car, what is the first thing you do?
After we turn down the fan or adjust a radio station dial – don’t we all check the gas gauge to determine our fuel level?
We have this ingrained habit because we know the problems and panic of running too low.
Or running out.
When we wake each morning, do we check our own fuel level?
When we get out of bed, do we determine if we have the emotional fuel to make it through our day’s journey?
Do we examine whether we need to stock up on gratitude and fortify our attitude before we began our voyage to sundown?
I know it, when change etches me – like acid on copper.
To be different. Head different directions, to do different, to be different.
Sometimes, temporary fixation. More often, permanent fix.
Days of change – not days we think about it, or decide about it, but days we actually implement change have impact, imprint memory.
I’m not plotting diet or feast. Not engineering day of tasks, calls and project-steps.
I’m talking about drive and thrive – having means to bring mastery to my tasks, bringing my A-game to everything – however menial – so those I touch know they matter, so what I’ve done reflects who I am.
Demonstrates who I’ve become.
Can we change all of that?
If we aren’t happy with the path we are on, can we shift lanes, shift gears and shift outcomes?
I’ve been working on that and having some surprising results.
Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised by that – but I am, several times every day.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 11C/52F, light breeze – early walk in the dark. Gusta frisky – wanted to run a bit, so we did. Then I headed to the gym for some serious treadmill time (I’ve missed a few days and I can really feel it .. or was it that big carnivore dinner at Gaucho last night?). Now that burning bronze ball has surfaced again, putting on a picture-show sunrise. Wow!