Oh, boy! The #ResolutionADay® army is really picking up steam. There’s me …Robin M. … and Chris W.
Think about that. I want this to become an online trend, the basis of my “coaching” side-hustle, and eventually a book. If I get 3 new people every day for the 328 days remaining in 2021, I’ll have 984 devoted members of the #ResolutionADay® Army …or Club …or Movement …or the #ResolutionADay® Gang. I think I like “gang.”
The point? This is about starting something. It’s about starting many things. It’s about taking small, daily steps to massive self-improvement. #ResolutionADay is about the “power of now” and taking immediate action. Read More
As I wrote previously, it doesn’t matter when you start something, as long as you start …now. So, it’s with much excitement I’m re-launching #ResolutionADay …my brilliant idea of adding a new resolution every day for a year. Previously, I made it to Day47.
I was on a Zoom recently and everyone was sharing their resolutions, and most had one or two. All but one person on this particular Zoom laughed about having already failed followed by the typical, “well, now I have something to look forward to in 2022.”
When I got to talk, I (obnoxiously) listed 12 New Years Resolutions I made and said, even with the resolutions that tripped me up, I wasn’t giving up. I could’ve gone on and on listing things I want to do that would absolutely improve my life. And so …I decided to start #ResolutionADay, again. Read More
We’ve arrived on the eve of February and many of us crashed and burned on our New Years Resolutions. Studies say 80% of people abandon their resolutions before the end of January.
So, that’s it, right? Wait until next year to improve, right? It’s OK. Nobody actually makes good on the things they promise themselves at the beginning of each year.
No, I say. What’s that old proverb about the best time to plant a tree?
“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.”
So what! I know what happened in January. You were good for a week doing whatever you were going to do, then skipped a day. But you got back to it. Then you were good for a few more days and before you knew it, you were completely off track. I know. I’ve been there. Oh, wait. I’m there, now.
The best time to start a new habit or take steps towards a dream is 20 years ago (or 31 days ago). The second best time is now.
It’s OK. I’m giving you full permission to forgive yourself for your failings and if you failed at Dry January or Veganuary, or you didn’t get on that treadmill for 20-minutes each day, or you ate a cookie or twelve …me too. I was going to kick some butt at #75Hard. I was going to really start writing, daily, and finally finish my romance novel (don’t ask …but I have a GREAT story and for some reason it felt like the right thing to build around a romance). I was going to roll up my sleeves and recommit to my day-job for the entire 9-5 day. I was going to end the bad habits and sloth-like behavior around my early mornings and evenings and focus on my writing and marketing clients. I was going to pray with purpose each morning and journal to organize my thoughts.
Guess what I did instead? Woke up to my alarm at 5:15 a.m. and put on my favorite humorous Podcast and laid there listening.
#FreshStartFebruary #FixItFebruary #FuckedUpFebruary
80% of people fail at their New Years Resolutions. But what percentage of people start again in February? There’s probably not even studies on that because nobody thinks Febuary 1st is a notable date …but let’s change that.
Studies also show that, sometimes, it’s easier to focus around a single, central anchor. So pick one of mine, or make your own?
So, join me in #FreshStartFebruary. Let your critics roll their eyes and think, “oh, here he goes again.”
Let’s do this. Tomorrow …we re-introduce #ResolutionADay. See you then.
What crazy thing is Don doing now, you ask? Oh, I’m gonna kick my own butt for 75 days. I always do something during Lent that challenges me, so now I’m adding the infamous #75Hard to the 40 days of Lent and, basically… it’s my way to prove I’m better than you.
#75Hard is something my super motivated friend N.G. introduced me to, invented by foul-mouth self-help guru Andy Frisella. If you want to be ridiculed and yelled at for why you’re not doing stuff, Andy’s your guy. Not my cuppa tea, but motivation is different for everybody. However, his #75Hard is a genius (f’ing) concept that, as my buddy C.W. put it, is about proving to yourself you have the discipline to stick with something.
I like that Andy just has this out there for free. He doesn’t make you join an email list or pay $9.99 to get secret training tips. Nope. It’s just an idea. Do it if you want. That’s kinda genius, too. It creates a community of people hashtagging things with #75hard and keeping each other motivated and then, if you wanna listen to Andy’s podcast or buy his book or follow him on Twitter or buy his supplements, so be it. Guess what? He’s gotten some of my money, even though he didn’t want it.
My #75Hard (along with my buddy C.W.) starts today. My diet is the classic “No S Diet”, another brilliant and FREE idea from a guy named Reinhard Engels. He’s another guy. He just made a website years ago. Hasn’t changed much. Wasn’t selling anything. Yet, some people weren’t satisfied with his simple idea so he actually wrote a book, even though it says what his website already says (not to mention the “No S Diet” is pretty simple and barely needs a whole website).
Join me, won’t you? Or at least cheer me (and C.W.) on in our quest.
Not sure if this is Dad Stuff, Self-Improvement Stuff, or just an old-fashioned I Want Stuff post.
I’m obsessed with quality sleep. I feel if I get 7 hours of sleep I’m Superman. If I get 6 or less, I’m Wile E. Coyote – meaning no matter what I do, everything blows up in my face. Lack of sleep, I think, is the most detrimental thing people, and our society, has done to itself. For thousands of years, humans went to sleep when it got dark. We worked 9-to-5 and didn’t average 45-minutes on our commutes (meaning we could watch the 11 o’clock news, get to bed at 11:30, sleep until 6:30 or later if we stayed up for Johnny Carson, and we had lots of time to get to work by 9.
Now? We don’t. We have a million distractions, we have blue and artificial light. We have phones that shine in our faces constantly (don’t say “not me” because we’re all guilty …if I text you at 10 o’clock at night, you’ll very, very likely text me right back and we’ll text back an forth a half-dozen times.
So, I’ve finally given into the hype and sponsored ads and promotions I’ve seen on social media, as well as the various self-help gurus I follow, and I got (what I believe are) the top-of-the-line blue light blocking glasses from BLUblox. They arrived yesterday and, like I’m supposed to do, I wore them for the 2 hours before bed. Yes, they are red lenses and, yes, they caused my three teenagers and wife to laugh at me, and, yes, they darken the world and are exactly like you would think it would be like to wear sunglasses, indoors, at night. That said, and I know it could be nothing more than placebo effect, but I fell asleep at 10:45 p.m. and slept through the night and woke up, almost surprised, at 5:45 a.m. and I felt amazing. If you’ve been thinking about this, trust me that I spent way, way, way too many hours reading articles and reviews and I’ve concluded BLUblox are a leader in this product category.
More analysis to follow.
I have a confession. I’m short. My father was short(ish). His father was short. Three uncles on my mother’s side are short. I have 3 short older cousins. My other grandfather stood 5’4″ I hear. And no matter how I comb my hair . . .I’m still 5’5″.
One of my goals for 2021 is to get a handle on my lungs and breathing. The retirement of my long-time pulmonologist coupled with the onset of a pandemic that attacks the respiratory system, has me a little worried. It seemed like as good a time as any to re-focus on my lung health. Plus, from about mid-September of 2020, my coughing and wheezing has worsened. My family, once again, is worried. I am, too. Read More
Last year, I was lucky enough to start hosting the annual Thanksgiving gathering at my house. For the first 30-35 years of my life, it was always at my Aunt Denise’s house and for the past 10-15 years, turkey-day was at my Dad’s house. I hoped that when my Dad decided to retire from hosting that I would be able to host.
Some might ask, “really? You actually wanted your siblings, parents, in-laws, and nieces and nephews at your house and to do all that planning and cleaning and cooking?” Read More
Two things I want to see before I die…
But do I, really? Because once I see a ghost I have to wrestle with telling anyone, keeping it to myself, or living the rest of my days wondering if I really saw either of them and was it a moment of insanity. Read More
I see it and hear it. I’m not blind or deaf. I know when I’m at parties and I walk up to a group of people and they’re talking about their chest freezers, they stop talking as I approach. They look around and won’t make eye contact. They try to pretend they were talking about something else and I can feel the tension. Everyone is very uncomfortable talking about their chest freezers in front of me knowing I don’t have one. Read More