Thank God for quarantine! No, I’m serious. If there’s any silver lining to this whole thing it’s that for those of us who require an additional push to do the things that matter, we finally were forced to sit down and reflect. If you’ve watched every Netflix series out there and read every book in your library you’re bound to spend a minute reflecting, hopefully more.
Sure, but what’s the point? I am glad you asked. You ever heard the saying “absence makes the heart grow fonder”? I’m sure you have. If you haven’t, the adage simply means that when something or someone you presume to love goes missing from your life for a while you develop an understanding of how much you care for them. In this reflection becomes an incredible tool. It allows you to do what you do when you miss someone; meditate on the wonderful traits that person has and how wonderful they are in your life. I, for one, have a healthier appreciation for my friends during this period because I’ve had time to think about all the wonderful conversations and activities we’ve taken part in together.
But what if I didn’t need a global pandemic to force me to think so fondly of my homies?
What if I just took time to reflect on the good even about the people I see every day? Perhaps that’s the key to living a life where the heart grows fonder for those around you – daily.
I challenge you to try it out. Will you?
You ever do something you look back at a couple minutes after you’ve done it, and ask yourself, “Why in the world did I do that?” No? Me neither.
Sarcasm aside today I had the privilege of teaching myself a lesson in humility and an aspect of good leadership: the ability to delegate. I was hauling a heavy load from the car full of things that… never mind about all that, the bottom line is the load was heavy, that’s all you need to know. If you know me, you’ll know I never liked weights, or the gym. As a result (shockingly) I’m never the most muscular guy in the room, heck that’s true even if I’m the only guy in the room. The thing is I’d single-handedly put this darn suitcase in the car by myself the first time around. Why would I need help bringing it back down? Unfortunately there’s already a misconception in that statement. When I was bringing it down my mind was so fixated on the high I got from putting the massive load in the car in the first place that I had forgotten how hard it was to do on my own. When offloading the monstrously large case I was in the presence of two other able young men who were waiting around to help. A leader or anyone with a sizeable amount of reason would have used the otherworldly magical ability often known as “language” to “communicate” to the young men and “ask” for “help”. Now I know I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, indeed these are extremely complex terms – but I didn’t ask for assistance and I busted my ass trying to get said enormous shipment to its destination. Surprise surprise, when I managed it I didn’t feel the rush of accomplishment of having moved the gargantuan cargo further than I had initially (in front of a crowd no less). There was no rush of excitement; no cerebral applause accompanied my ragged panting. There was none of that – only back pain.