Category: Success (Page 3 of 12)

Our family has a few house rules, and over the years they went from being kid friendly to adult. The rules are Simple:  

• If you make a mess, clean it 
• Do not be Stupid, and if you are do not get caught 
• Do not be an asshole 
• Leave your Sanity at the Door 

Now those rules may bring some laughter, but for my kids and I we regularly repeat them, and I know that giving hugs, laughing etc. are missing. But these were rules more to get us through some tough times. Every so often I think about them when meditating, or my mind is wandering and the other day found myself wondering if I break one of them. 

Driving home from work I go from one highway to another, and the exit is on the right. During some busy times, the traffic can back up a half mile or more. Some people know this and get into the right lane, some people do not realize this and try to squeeze in, and of course there are the people who try to jam their way at the last second. There are a lot of reactions to the people who have been in line. Some are angry, some honk, some let them in nicely, some try to block the person cutting in. 

In one of the many management classes I took, we were taught the notion of empathy. Putting on the empathy hat you can say ‘Maybe the guy is racing to the hospital and has an emergency’ or other fable to make the action explainable. But when you see the same car do it day in and day out, that idea seems to vanish. If your reaction is to block them and hope the other cars in front and behind you do the same thing, you can successfully piss the driver off. Does this act break the do not be an asshole rule? I remember driving someone home one night, and a driver was zig zagging to get ahead and cut us off to get one car ahead. I said to the person next to me, I guess he does not like spending time with whoever else is in that car.  

When I look at this situation what it comes down to is the value of time. We are getting upset that someone does not value our time versus their time. When it is someone, you do not know imposing on your time it is one thing, but what happens when it is someone you do know? Or someone you work with? 

How many times at work do you say the following? 

• That is an hour I will never get back. 
• That is another meeting that could have been an email 
• Why am I on this email? 
• Why do I get so many emails? 

By overloading your coworkers with emails and meetings you are not respecting their time. How many emails do you get that have dozens of people or groups attached? Every person on the email now needs to look to see if that email means anything to them. And of course, if you reply and reply to all (instead of just the two people who need the reply) you are making the whole list of people look at your reply. While many people are taught how to use email, many are not taught what good etiquette is. This could be for many reasons, but when email started there was no need for it, and as it exploded the unintended consequences of very inexpensive communication.  

As I sat in traffic wondering about the guy cutting in front, I started wondering where do I waste people who I likes time? Coworkers, friends, family all get a text, email, or other forms of communication from me, and by interrupting their flow is my time more important than theirs? One thing we should get out of the way, I have been taught that sending someone a message or a meme means that I am thinking of them. That they are important to me, and I want to connect. One of the first posts I wrote is my thoughts on communication where I explain the difference between synchronous and asynchronous communication. What I did not think about in that post was the impact on time.  

So, what do I do now? I think with many friends I will continue to send some means. I may think about timing and overload. At work, I started to think before replying to all of it. In many cases removing all groups and trying to identify the people who need to read it. Thus, respecting their time. The people who are left out may never know I saved them a second or two, but it is not about them, this is about me not being an asshole. Thanks to this one jerk in the Acura who every day on my way home from work cuts in to get on the parkway, I had to rethink how I communicate. And as an act of service to my friends, family, and coworkers I have become less of an asshole. 

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. The fundraising site had to be restarted and NYP Hospital made changes to their donation sites. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  You are welcome to comment, but note it is moderated and all spam will be removed.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them.

My parents bought a time share in Lee Massachusetts so they would go away at least two weeks a year. One week was in the summer and one in the winter. The summer week was a perfect week, the last week of August where at Tanglewood the Boston Pops and the Boston Symphony would practice. It was a wonderful week of culture. The other week was early in March, and they would often trade it for another location. One year they exchanged it for a place in New Hampshire for skiing. 

That winter we packed the car up and took the long drive up. Our family is not big skiers, but we thought it might be fun. We were in a town in the middle of nowhere, and this was in the early 80s, so not much was built up at the time. Unfortunately, the weather was unseasonably warm, and there was extraordinarily little snow on the montains. To put it simply, they were all closed for skiing. 

We were up there for a week, and within a day we were bored out of our minds. My parents decided we should go into town and see if there was anything going on. It is a quaint small town with few shops. After going into a couple of shops we stumbled into a local hardware store. This was before the days of Home Depot, Lowes etc. With no superstore to get lost in we wandered up and down the aisles of the shop.  

My brother, sister and I saw this giant tray of dirt. Well for young kids it was big, it was four feet square. We were clueless, what was a tray of dirt doing inside a store? Eventually we found a sign that said, “whoever spots the first spud wins five dollars.” We just started laughing as we thought that was an expression. People in this small town are watching ‘grass grow.’ Not only are they watching, but they could also win a prize for watching grass grow.  

If you are reading this and are wondering why I would recant a story of something so dull? First, I told this story to a friend and told her that I wanted to one day use it in my blog, but more importantly, it is over thirty years ago, and I am still talking about something which seems insignificant but cannot be if I am talking about it. It was an experience that my parents attempted to give our family that failed. It turned into one of the most memorable vacations due to this one story.  

One can look at this and say, well the lesson learned is to make the best of a situation. I would say, yes, that is just part of it. To me the bigger lesson is to spend time with the people you love and enjoy experiences. From the travel hockey with my one daughter, to Miami to an F1 grand prix, to going to Disney dozens of times before my late wife and I had kids were all going to an experience where we could be in a moment together. When you pick a destination, make sure you are there in the moment, pretend it is days before being connected and find that small hardware store with a tray of dirt. The stories that will come about will be better than the meme you just forwarded. After Sheila passed, I found a new saying ‘No good story starts with I was home watching Netflix.’ Making sure I continue to follow it is a challenge. 

Is there scientific proof? Of course there is. In fact, there are a plethora of studies that not only show it but compare it to physical items. Logically my brain had always said an experience is fleeting that a physical good I use often. What happens is that something you have becomes ‘normalized’ it is no longer special. The experience gives you stories and thinking back at them still gives you pleasure. This is something I still stuggle, sometimes I try to combine the two. I bought myself a new pair of Hockey Skates, not to say I have them, but to enjoy playing. It is the fun and experience playing with a good group of guys is what I will tell stories about.  

As I said in the F1 trip story and a few others, take advantage of a good day and enjoy an experience.  

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. The fundraising site had to be restarted and NYP Hospital made changes to their donation sites. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  You are welcome to comment, but note it is moderated and all spam will be removed.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them.

At the age of twelve I was having terrible headaches. After my parents struggling to figure out what was wrong, I was transferred to the Columbia Presbyterian Hospital where I was put into an MRI. This is 1979, and the MRI just invented a few years before, the local hospital in New Jersey did not have one. It showed a Subdermal Hematoma and was rushed into surgery. Thanks to Dr. Arnold Gold (not related) and surgeon Dr. Carmel I was lucky enough to survive.  

Eleven years earlier my late wife Sheila was born with a tracheoesophageal fistula and raced to the same hospital. At the time it was known as the baby’s hospital. Doctors performed complex surgery and were able to save her life. Fast forward to the early 1980s my sister was diagnosed with cancer, and again it was the same hospital that came to the rescue. While I could spend a good amount of time talking about these two, but my point is that the impact that the Columbia Presbyterian Hospital made on my family and me directly is incredible.  

Over the last two posts I described the impact my dad had on me and the success he achieved. Not to be left out of the discussion, my mom founded, and ran an adoption agency for handicapped and hard-to-place children. For her work, she was awarded by Bill Bradley Woman of the year. Looking back, living up to both, or even just one, would be rather difficult. My aptitude did not lean towards following them, so I chose something different.  

I was fortunate in my career to have a few mentors early in my career who gave me some good advice. One piece of advice that stuck was while working at a company make sure you take advantage of as many of the benefits that are available to you. Most people know about health benefits, retirement etc. But there are some that are less leveraged, the notion of companies matching donations and the ability to take time off to volunteer. I am not sure that is what he wanted to point out, but it was something I found. 

Understanding this I produced a simple thought. The best way to help a charity is to find a single charity that you are connected to and focus on that. Instead of donating insignificant amounts all over the place, it is to find a single charity and donate to it. Where I currently work each year, they ask for donations once a year, and give some matching percentage. I took full advantage of it. We also have ‘volunteer’ month where the firm wants you to take part in your community. Mentioned earlier this year, after a 5-year absence we were able return to the Morgan Stanley Children’s Hospital and spend an afternoon doing arts and crafts. I have run a bunch of these, donating the supplies and rounding up people to help. I cannot thank the team enough at the Morgan Stanley Children’s hospital for working with me.  

The formula I found is one way you can make a difference. First find a charity that is close to you, and leverage what is available around you to enhance your impact. The notion of one allows you to understand the needs, build a relationship with the charity and meet a lot of great people. This is quite different from the path my parents chose. I still hope to make an impact. While editing this and rewriting this I kept thinking the ideas I wanted to surface may not be what I learned while writing it. Throwing that out, while reading this you should not walk away thinking these are the only ways to go. What you should take away is that you can find your own way to make an impact. That is what I did, I took lessons from my parents and others to discover who I am.  

Much of this blog is about lessons I learned over my life, the stories behind them and things I think about. In this case I learned while writing to get out my story. Wait, did I say the Morgan Stanley Children’s Hospital and not the Columbian Presbyterian Hospital a few paragraphs ago? Yes, I did. Morgan Stanley donated more than $55 million to build the MSCH and donates ongoing to ensure all administrative costs are met. But it is the institution that saved my late wife, my sister and me.  

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. The fundraising site had to be restarted and NYP Hospital made changes to their donation sites. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  You are welcome to comment, but note it is moderated and all spam will be removed.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them.

It is now two weeks after my father’s passing and I continue to look back at the lessons my dad taught me, as well as what we want to pass down to my children. In some podcasts I listen to, they talk about building ‘Generational Wealth.’ The goal, to build up enough assets to pass them down to your children. Building up an investment portfolio, real estate or business and leaving it to your heirs this gift is something that helps define success. There is a dopamine hit when you realize you can take care of someone once you are gone. Let us ignore the people who leave everything to their dogs. 

My dad and I discussed his will at length many times. He wanted to make sure certain people were taking care of after his death. Now that he has gone, I have noticed a few things that were not in his will that were more important than items in it. Now I get to reflect and see what he really passed down. 

In the hours after he passed there were a lot of decisions to be made, and with some of them they are no perfect answer. My sister and I were together and trying to figure it all out. She often said some of her thoughts aloud, and often I would agree or just give some other options and ideas. As we worked through decisions, I realized one of the best gifts he gave Heidi and me was the ability to discuss.  

We would talk things out without worrying about upsetting each other. We could bounce alternatives around and come to some options that we could execute. My sister and I have our share of differences, but we were able to just focus on the end goal. We both were thinking of what would be best for our mom, who was the most important person in my dad’s life. He would do anything for her, and she would for him. 

Another lesson I learned from my dad, and really both my parents, is watching a wonderful relationship until the end. I was fortunate to have some great relationships and it is because of the role models I had in them. My parents loved each other. Not to say they agreed all the time, but that was not the norm.  My dad did not want my mom to have to do anything. Even as ill as he was, he brought her breakfast in bed until he was no longer able. In wanting to do everything for each other, they also did not want to inconvenience the other.  

My mom had no patience in the ER, so my dad would let her stay at home and luckily my sister was around to take him. He really did not want my sister to be there also, but knew he needed help. It is something I took into my relationships also, caring about them is going beyond for them. In a good relationship giving effort is well effortless, and expecting nothing in return, in a great one your partner does the same for you. 

The other key thing that I inherited from my dad was the family name. As discussed heavily in last week’s post he had changed a lot and impacted many people. Most people who knew him or knew of him thought of him in a positive light. It is our duty to continue in that and try to leave this place just a little better than we found it.  

Generational Wealth in my family is more in the wealth of knowledge. It is knowing how to use your gifts you can impact people who may never know who you are, and the secret to a great relationship. These are things that no person, government, or entity can ever take from you. My dad has passed on the ability to have a great relationship with my siblings, my partner, and others. I hope I can pass these on to my children and it be treated as the best inheritance they could get.  

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. The fundraising site had to be restarted and NYP Hospital made changes to their donation sites. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  You are welcome to comment, but note it is moderated and all spam will be removed.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them.

One thing science has said often is that they are not wrong but instead they learned and changed their opinion. Two opinions I have often stated I had to rethink about over the last few days. Last week after a five-year absence I ran a volunteer event at the Morgan Stanley Children’s Hospital. A full post about that will be coming.  If you are going to be involved in a charity that is if you pick one close to your heart, and your resources are directed at that single charity that you can make a bigger impact than spreading across too many. The second opinion is helping people who cannot do anything for you is a wonderful feeling. These thoughts are what drives me to volunteer and donate the the MSCH. 

This past week I had to think a lot about my dad. For those who do not know he passed away on June 9^th, 2024. He was in the hospital for the last three days of his life and my mom, sister and I were by his side. After that were a few days of telling stories about him and remembering the remarkable things he accomplished. There are some stories I know, but when you connect the dots, you see what a genuinely great person my dad was, as well as why I am rethinking.  

My dad supported my mom in her endeavor in opening and running an adoption agency for handicapped and hard-to-place children. Being a lawyer he was able to bring cases and change the adoption laws in New Jersey. He successfully changed the law that single people could adopt as well as gay couples. These changes, while in the year 2024 may sound normal, in the 1970s they were not. Living under the shadow of being able to change something like that is a challenge that I do not think I could ever live up to.  

This hits my second opinion, where my dad was helping others that could not do anything in return. He seems to extend that a bit further, that he not only was helping some people directly, but he is helping others that he has never met. There are hundreds of people who will never know my dad, never know the original cases he brought to the courts whose lives are now changed due to his work. I was fortunate to see the smiles of the children I helped, he is now and will forever be watching thousands or millions of smiles that he was a part of. Bruce Lee said, ‘The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.’ My dad will have immortality, even if the people do not remember his name. 

Back to my first opinion about helping people. My dad had a strange business model as a Lawyer. He would take cases if he believed the person was right. He did not chase the financial part of the case; it was more about the purpose. Rumor has it, he never lost a case in court. I did ask him about this, and he continued to insist once a case went to trial, he never lost. He then would caveat it with he settled a larger percentage, so many never with to trial. But as good as he was at helping people his downside was his business sense. He often did not bill people or took whatever they offered to pay. He was the Bon Jovi Soul kitchen of Lawyers.  

I started to think about his direction differently. My dad was doing what many said they got in many different professions, this notion of wanting to help other people. My dad though did just that. It was not his side gig; it was not his volunteer passion, but his full-time job was helping people. Whether they could pay or not was not important to him but whether they were right and they needed help was the key. This was quite different to my opinion of working with one charity and you could have a greater impact. My dad wanted to help everyone, his belief that people were good drove him to want to help.  

My dad’s greatness as a person was in front of me all the time. My ability to see it as a child was not there, I just saw him as my dad and being a lawyer was something he did. There were no championships on TV, no channels dedicated to attorneys who do good, no post on social media chest pounding what he did. My dad just continued to help people, using his brain and his heart. It is a challenging thing to live up to. He managed to break my rule of only focusing on one, while not only tackling helping others who cannot do anything for you and extending it to helping others who will never know who you were.  

He will always be able to smile as he has proved to be the most successful person I know. I will miss you dad. Happy Father’s Day.  Along with my regular disclaimer below, please go help someone who will never know who you are.

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. The fundraising site had to be restarted and NYP Hospital made changes to their donation sites. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  You are welcome to comment, but note it is moderated and all spam will be removed.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them.

As a parent you watch your children go through various milestones in their lives. I had the honor of watching my eldest daughter graduate from Villanova recently, and no matter how you prepare for it, you end up with a wave of emotions. What is visible is an incredibly happy person walking across the stage, but what is not visible is the effort it took them to get there.  

I joke about how much money I will save, but there is something less tangible that happens with each step my children take. It parallels employees that have worked for me. I leveraged often lessons as a manager to parent, as well as parenting to manage. As managers the closest you get to a milestone like this is a promotion, but it is not the same. But there are clear smaller steps and lessons you hope remain with them. As I come back to continuously edit this post, I may make this into a mini-series like the one on team building. 

The first week of each year I layout the expectations I have of them (from my team buidling blog series). One of those is to seek help when needed.  This is also something I stress on my kids. One of the hardest things to do is not to help them but allow them to step out and ask for help from teachers, other students, even a tutor. Help is only useful if done the right way. If a parent authors the essay for a child, the child may get a good grade, but the long term of teaching is lost. If every time someone comes to you, and in frustration you just do it yourself, the person will learn not to do work, that you will do it for them. There is this notion of the right way. 

In the movie Finding Forrester there is a scene where Forrestor has the teen Jamal start typing the first sentence or two of one of his old articles and says the rhythm of typing will often get you started. I have not done this to write but use this technique often. I will ask open ended questions to get my kids to produce an answer to get them started. When developers are stuck with a production issue, I give them hints to look at, often a stackoverflow section to peruse to help them get started. The key is to stir the mind into thinking and learning the process.  

I learned this technique by accident. In High School, a friend of mine struggled in Physics. You need to take yourself back to a time when Khan Academy did not exist, the world wide web did not exist, so help was more a phone call to someone you knew. I would get a call, and my friend would say ‘Could you help me?’ My first response was often ‘Read me the problem you are working on.’ While he was reading it, I would stop at certain points asking him to break down what he just read, and what formula or concept that part had. To me it was a stalling technique, as by now I knew I was going to get the call nightly and stopped bringing my book home knowing my friend would read me the problems and I could just do the homework as he read it to me. The book was heavy. 

As I questioned him and he started to answer, he was able to learn what he was doing. I could have just given him the answers, but my friend did not want that. He was more interested in learning. This was the first time I was ever tutoring someone, and it is an insight that I still leverage today. It is the classic story of giving someone a fish versus teaching them to fish. As a parent or a manager, the goal should always be teaching them to fish when possible. There are situations where doing something is needed, and wisdom teaches you when.  

Back to my daughter as one of her last projects was in a circuits class. This is not in her sweet spot, and the teacher happens to be someone I know. The final project was to create a service in azure to receive data from a pulse oximeter they built in the class already. I could have easily leveraged my account and put something up in seconds. Instead, I gave her a link to a good tutorial including a video on how to do it and let her do it herself. She will never need this again in her life, but the reinforcing that when it is something I believe she can do, she can ask for help, and the help I will give is guidance not doing it for her is one lesson I hope she carries throughout her life. 

There is the other side to what to do when someone asks for help, but that can be saved for another time.  

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  I do read all feedback; but it is moderated. 

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images were taken by me.

I worked at a Music store in my late teens and early twenties and was fortunate enough to see some young kids learn to play piano, guitar or other instruments. Myself, I picked up guitar in my late twenties, later than most people. In conversations when I tell people this fact, I get the ‘I always wanted to learn’ or ‘I always wanted to play piano.’ I never understood the notion of always wanting to learn or do something and not pursuing it. The most classic excuse is ‘I do not have the time.’  

The time excuse is rooted in the notion of the Malcom Gladwell takes about ten thousand hours to become and expert at something. I started to relate this story which was related to me. An elderly lady lost her husband and in turn started to take up piano. She was in her sixties at the time. Her family were telling her she was crazy to learn it now. She got the usual you are too old to learn, you will next have the dexterity, and more excuses you thought would come from her. She did not listen to them; she took lessons and practiced a little bit each day. She spent time learning the songs of her era.  

Years later as she moved into an adult community, it was her playing of piano that led her to meeting people and being able to entertain people. She was not the best player, but she was good enough and knew the songs other people her age knew. This late in life new hobby gave her a new life.  

Even after recounting this story, I wonder how many people took the next step and started to learn. After reading this I wonder how many people will pause at this point and google how to learn to ‘insert what you want to learn here.’ What there seems to be is a fear of being a beginner, or even once you are past being a beginner even just being average at something. The fear becomes inertia to getting started.   

I had cocktails with an old friend when traveling to Nashville, he mentioned his company gives everyone up to five-thousand dollars a year to learn something ‘not related to work.’ One person used it to pick up the guitar, and my friend used it to learn to ski. What an amazing company to work for, and the notion that some other skills will add to your value of work is surely not missed by that company. The excuse of time and money is taken away, as they are giving you this opportunity. 

It has been thirty years of playing guitar, and I am still not the best player. In fact, watching some of the virtuosos on YouTube, I am not in the top 50 percent of guitar players. That does not stop me from playing, entertaining myself and enjoying the hobby. Originally when drafting this my key point was do not be afraid to be a beginner, but as I wrote it there is a follow up, do not be afraid to not be an expert. This can be applied to anything, not just hobbies. From presenting, writing, coding, managing getting past the fear of beginner or the best, to the goal of trying and willing to get better.  

In the last few years, I have taken up writing this blog as a more serious endeavor, and stopped worrying about not being the best author, I cut my own lawn, and yes, it is not perfect, tried my hand a pickleball all things that I was not an expert at on day one. Of course, there are few more things that some of my friends would like me to get do, and I need to find the energy to break the inertia and do it. From the classic Christmas claymation, I need to put one foot in front of the other. 

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  I do read all feedback; but it is moderated. 

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path. I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip. I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.  AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them. And a check with ZeroGPT shows this as all human written (now checking for those who care)

I have a few authors, bloggers, YouTubers or whatever you would like to call them which make me think. Simon Sinek, Adam Grant, and dozens of others. They stand out as the way they challenge the common wisdom of how to manage teams, people and even yourself. Simon Sinek’s Ted talk on Start with Why is one of the most watched Ted talks of all time. I am amazed many companies do not follow some of his advice. 

Simon was interviewed and asked this question. He produced an answer and used a metaphor to attempt to get his point across. Simon was explaining that following his advice will help companies grow, but there is no timeline to achieve it. The metaphor related companies to a person getting into shape. To summarize, if you work out every day, I cannot tell you when you will get into shape, but you will eventually get into shape. Simon was alluding to the fact that it consistency is the key.  

As much as I admire him this quote made me step back and wonder if he understands physical fitness and getting into shape at all? Consistency only gets you part of the solution. When I was a child, I was told that ‘Practice Makes Perfect.” This seemed logical at the time but was followed up by ‘Perfect Practice Makes Perfect’ which again seemed logical. If you practice wrong, obviously you will not get it perfectly right. Just like Simon’s quote we assume it is correct as it sounds logical. 

Just like the first statement of practice makes perfect, there is something missing. Consistently going to the gym is not complete. One must not only go to the gym every day (ok ignore rest days) but also challenge yourself to get stronger or leaner etc. If you do the same exercises, with the same weights or speed etc., you will never improve and stay at the same level of fitness (or shape) you are currently in. Trainers will always ask you to track your sets and remind you to progressively add resistance, repetitions, or other changes to challenge yourself. Just going to the gym every day is not a guarantee to success.  

On top of that, Mark Hyman said, ‘You can’t exercise your way out of a bad diet.’ Thus, again going to the gym every day does not guarantee you will get into shape if you use the the working out as an excuse to have a poor diet. If you eat junk food and hope just going to the gym is your salvation, you will discover that this is a recipe for failure. Consistency is not just about the gym; it is also about your diet. Simon does mention that eating cake one day does not ruin it. Unfortunately, if people listen to just the sound bite, they may learn an incorrect lesson.  

In my current fitness journey, I can attest that you need both. It was a decision in the summer of 2023 to get back to simplifying my diet, limit my calories, increase my protein intake that allowed me to get back into shape. I rethought my workouts and progressively challenged myself with more weight and different exercises. The combination of the two was the key to getting into shape. Of course there are exceptions, as some people may need other help, but this is the game plan for many. 

So, is Simon incorrect in what his statement? Yes and no, but I am going to give him a partial pass. Simon is using an analogy that sounds logical to make a point. What I wonder is how many people believe things that sound logical?  Example take the following quote, “The majority of people in the United States die in hospitals, so stay out of them.” I hope that quote made you laugh, but if you saw the quote in a headline would you think twice about it? How about, “A patient either gets better or they don’t.” This one is a bit more confusing, why cannot it be both? What I challenge myself with is to listen and even if it sounds logical to question it. Everything we hear may have some partial truth, but that does not guarantee it is completely true. Going to the gym daily will help you get into shape, so it is partially true, but it is not the whole story.  

Simon is correct this goes with everything in life, being a good partner, being a good parent, being a good leader all need consistency. But there are missing pieces, tracking so you can see improvement, making changes to improve and looking back to see how much you improved. I again highly recommend his talks, and books, but as with everything you watch and read, question it.  

This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  I do read all feedback; but it is moderated.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book. With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path.  I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content. I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip.  I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.   AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images without notes are created using an AI tool that allows me to reuse them.

Do you ever wonder if your success had to do with luck? Did you get a job because the person who interviewed you had a good day? Did you get into college because your family knew someone at the school? Were you in the right place at the right time? These are questions I ask myself often, and this weekend I watched as luck turned into success, but was it truly luck? 

Let me set up the scene, Formula Racing has been dominated by a single driver and team for the past 2 years. Last year he won 19 of the 22 races, which is just incredible. The Red Bull team which he drives for has been dominant for several years, and with Max Verstappen driving it is hard to bet against them. In the last 539 days only one other team (Ferrari) has won a race.  

My daughter is a huge F1 fan, and she roots for someone else and another team, McClaren and Lando Norris is her favorite driver. Her dream was to attend an F1 race for her graduation. My original plans failed. In a last-minute crazy idea, I bought flights and tickets to the Miami Grand Prix. Just to give her the experience. I am not an F1 expert, nor planning, picking seats etc. Hockey yes, F1 no. But I asked some people, googled it, and figured enough out. 

We are at the race, Lando had a decent starting position and hoping for a podium (first, second, or third) result. The hope was a 2nd or 3^rd as Verstappen penned in as first. The race started and Lando’s teammate got a great jump and vaulted into third. place, while Lando slipped down into 5^th. Early in the race, Lando’s teammate made a move and got into second place. The top 5 cars pulled away from the field and Verstappen just pulled away from the top 5 cars. It looked like an easy win for him, and the field the way it is. It was this way for the first 30 or so of the 57-lap race. 

F1 has a rule where you need to use 2 diverse types of tires thus there is a mandatory pit stop. Some drivers had pitted but the top 5 had not pitted, many waiting for Verstappen in the lead to change. Red Bull made the call and Verstappen went in for the tire change. Instantly the Ferrari’s, who were in third and fourth at the time, followed by the McLaren (Oscar Piastri.) This put Lando Norris in the lead. Those not into racing a pit stop takes about twenty to thirty seconds under a green flag.  

With Lando in the lead, on lap 29 Kevin Magnussen and Logan Sargeant crashed. This brought out a yellow flag and the safety car. Lando took advantage of it and pitted. During the yellow flag the speeds were limited, he was able to emerge from the pit stop still in the lead. During a restart, the cars were lined up, so Verstappen was right behind Lando when the green flag came out. Verstappen attempted a pass in turn 3, Lando was able to hold him off, and then seemed to pull away, eventually winning by 7 seconds. Amazing my luck of last-minute flights and tickets to a race where my daughter’s favorite driver would win. 

Someone texted my daughter asking how that happened, and I told her to say a little bit of luck played into it. There are apps that show where the conversation between the pit crew and the driver says, one driver commented that he did not know there was going to be a safety car break. No one knew that was going to happen, it was just luck and timing. Luck was not the only reason Lando managed to win this race.  

The McLaren team had made changes to this car for this race. Lando drove a great race for 57 laps and was able to avoid making any major mistakes. Lando has 110 races under his belt, years of practicing and climbing to earn a spot in F1. The McLaren team spent years and years of F1 development to have a competitive car. This victory was not just one of a single incident, but the accumulation of tons of work by lots of people. It had a little push with luck. 

Back to the question about my life, and questions you should ask about your own. There are lots of people who work hard, there are lots of people who are smart and plenty with dreams. Sometimes luck does play into success, not just effort. Luck could be the DNA lottery, (having the right parents) location lottery, (living in the right town) getting into the right school, picking the right major, meeting the right person or hundreds of other things. Many of us do not think of it, but it is something we should. And be prepared, work hard, put the effort in so when the time comes, you are ready.

This does not mean just in a professional manner but meeting the right people as friends and finding a soulmate. There is all some form of luck in it. The question we should ask for is how we take advantage of these lucky instances, and how we enable this fortune for others. The latter being what would make us better people.  This opinion is mine, and mine only, my current or former employers have nothing to do with it. I do not write for any financial gain; I do not take advertising and any product company listed was not done for payment. But if you do like what I write you can donate to the charity I support (with my wife who passed away in 2017) Morgan Stanley’s Children’s Hospital or donate to your favorite charity. I pay to host my site out of my own pocket, my intention is to keep it free.  I do read all feedback; but it is moderated.

This Blog is a labor of love and was originally going to be a book.  With the advent of being able to publish yourself on the web I chose this path.  I will write many of these and not worry too much about grammar or spelling (I will try to come back later and fix it) but focus on content.  I apologize in advance for my ADD as often topics may flip.  I hope one day to turn this into a book and or a podcast, but for now it will remain a blog.   AI is not used in this writing other than using the web to find information. Images I took at F1 race at Miam, except for the Lando Celebrating, my seats were not that good.