I thought the kick-off day for the commercialization and merchandising of Christmas was the infamous Friday after Thanksgiving. Up until that day, we got a pass, right? Weren’t we supposed to be exempt from the inundation of things like 24-hour-per-day Christmas music; the current and very annoying Target ad campaign; a mailbox full of catalogs; and people with red ribbons, ornaments, jingle bells and the like hanging from their car antennae?
Yesterday, I got flipped off by somebody in a van with a “COEXIST” bumper sticker. That shouldn’t happen, should it? One should remember what one’s values are before acting foolishly.
A couple of weeks ago I told you about my passion to ensure that daddy’s little girl’s wedding was nothing but the best. I’ve mentioned that passion is up there on my list of favorite characteristics. Passion makes good into excellence. It enhances the head by involving the heart. And passion takes buy-in and translates it to whole-hearted belief.
Baseball’s “free agency” period is upon us. It’s that time of year when a handful of really rich baseball players evaluate how much richer they could be if they switched teams. And who can blame them? Owners are at risk of losing their star players if they don’t make their fickle all-star’s world a better place. Beware. Right now the grass may look greener elsewhere. It’s part of the equation, and both the owners and the players have a choice. Choice is a good thing.
Think Iditarod. Sometimes your role is that of the lead dog – Alpha. Pulling the load…strong, committed, loyal and dogged (no pun intended). Other times you’re in the driver’s seat…setting direction, navigating the landscape, calling the shots, and getting a little snow flung in your face as you have to adjust on the fly. And then, still other times, you find yourself stuck in the middle of the pack, taking direction from someone behind you and staring at the behind of another. You are no less important, just a key player stuck in the middle of an orchestrated attempt to achieve success.