Over our Christmas celebration I found myself inspired by our daughter. For years she has collected old coins and currency. I like to think I influenced her a little bit. My collection started when I was a kid. The main difference, however, is she has organized her collection. She can pull out a binder and show most of her collection. My style has been more of putting my coins in jars and boxes.
On New Year’s Eve I took some time to reflect on my past, and to think about the new year we have just entered. The most prominent word surfacing in my pondering was “change”. Change seems to be feared by many, while being an unavoidable constant in life. I tend to break change down to two categories. Change that is thrust upon us, and change we initiate. Which kind of change bothers us the most?
How do we respond when we mess up? My Monday had a rough start. The weekend and previous week were non-stop with activity. This coincided with a head-cold reducing my energy and enthusiasm. I was grateful to see the new week arrive, and to experience a peaceful morning. I was starting several projects, including this article, when I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling I better look at my calendar.