The excuse and extenuating circumstance

We’ve been working with a personal trainer since the beginning of the year. An observation I had as we started our latest session is that I, nearly always, have had a readymade excuse for either not showing up or not completing the session as planned.

These weren’t lame excuses either. They’ve been some combination of needing to attend to something at work or just tiredness at the end of a week (one of the two sessions is on Friday). They’ve always felt legitimate in the moment.

The lesson here is that our lives are a series of extenuating circumstances. There’s no point waiting for that perfect day when they don’t exist.

We make and keep the commitments that matter – and thus earn our integrity – in spite of them.

The Marubo tribe and the internet

A remote Amazon tribe connected to high-speed internet via Starlink (article summarizing the coverage – the original from The NYT is paywalled). While the internet undoubtedly helped the Marubo tribe in a collection of cases – access to emergency medical care, the ability to stay in better touch, and access to education and job job opportunities, the challenges are all too familiar.

The tribe have been dealing with teenagers glued to their phones, minors hooked to pornography, group chats full of gossip and explicit content, violent video games, and a widespread unwillingness to do work given access to constant entertainment.

Their solution was to restrict usage. Now, the internet is only on for two hours in the morning, five hours in the evening and on Sundays.

It is a reminder of two things:

(1) Great technology has an equal and opposite dark side. As a result, its impact is what we make of it.

(2) Until we’ve built enough character to regulate internet/phone use, it needs to be regulated. This is why we’re increasingly seeing a push to ban phones from schools – more on that another day.

One garment at a time

I was picking clothes out of our laundry pile to fold today. As I stared at one garment, I had this fleeting thought – what if I tried to pick two or three at the same time?

It was a fleeting thought because, of course, it wouldn’t work. I can only fold garment at a time with my two hands.

It got me thinking about two conversations I had with teammates toward the end of the week. Both involved reflecting on balls I’d dropped.

I was on a project recently that was all-consuming. These were two of a few other balls I’d dropped along the way.

Now, of course, I could wish that I didn’t drop any balls. But that’s not how all-consuming projects work.

And I’d love to pick them all up and get going. But that’s not how it works either.

All I can do is identify the issue at hand and then take the next right step.

So much of life happens one garment at a time.

Mixed bag reflections

At the end of every work week, I spend a few minutes reflecting on it. As I look back, I typically remember the screw ups and missteps first.

Then a few good moments pop in to remind me it wasn’t all bad.

Every once a while, there’s a week that had significantly more good moments than bad. And vice versa.

But, most weeks, it is a mixed bag. There are some wins and some losses. I could call it either – it would just depend on my point of view.

Over time, I’ve come to realize that attempting to figure out whether it was a “net” positive or negative is an exercise in futility. It is also besides the point. You don’t know if a good day is a good day. And you certainly have no clue if a week is good or bad for the same reason.

The point of the reflection is to take stock of the good, reflect on the bad, learn from both, and commit to taking the best next step the following week.

The process is all we control. It is all that is worth focusing on.

In the long run, the outcomes work themselves out.