As I cryptically referenced recently, it’s been a full-on start to 2022 in Traipsingville.
Curveballs have included drama for my biz, tenant trouble in a rental property, a couple of minor surgeries for Chelsea, and more.
Curveball after curveball. My dad reassured me I've always excelled at hitting, but wow.
Along with my “this is why I get paid” mantra, I also returned to this one:
Hard choices, easy life.
You can sit and watch a situation in your life grow increasingly difficult. Or you can choose the harder, better choice, the one your future self will thank you for.
Step up to the plate and smack those damn curveballs.
Pick up the phone and make the tough business calls.
Say goodbye to a bad tenant.
Get the surgery for the belly button hernia you've had since birth that flared up when your pushy husband made you hoist a heavy solar panel up to the roof. (SORRY, CHELSEA.)
Just do it
None of those actions are easy. They require confrontation, research, stress, and potential conflict.
Ahh, but the result? An easier life, back on cruise control until the next bump in the road.
A stronger, more resilient business.
A stable rental property (screw that, we're selling ours...which is even harder).
No more worrying about a physical ailment.
Hard choices, easy life. The way through is action.
Whoa, look how time spent alone skyrockets after 40. I'll hit the big 4-0 this year, so this is an excellent reminder to keep investing in community and connecting with people. Wouldn't want it to be just me, an unruly T. rex, and a piano...
Proof's in the pudding
My friend John commented that sharing my piano progress might show people what is possible for adult learners. I'm sharing beginner composer portraits, share some music!
Fair enough: I've blabbed about piano for 1.5 years and haven't shared a single recording. SHOW ME THE MONEY.
Let's do this.Here's one I recorded recently, a modern piece titled Vivaldi Variations by Florian Christl. My practice hours are snowballing and it's satisfying to knock this out in a week. Now to improve recording sound quality...
Let's play the minimalism game
I’m an avowed minimalist. Hell, I have more bikes (4) than I do pairs of pants! (Non-cyclists, stop judging me: minimalism is about focusing on the things you truly value, not owning nothing at all.)
My general rule: If I don’t use something for a year, it is gone. And yet SOMEHOW, stuff walks into our lives.
We just hit day 24 and are going strong with 300 things offloaded EACH. (I'm keeping all my bikes and pants, let's not get crazy.)
It's not easy. Choices, attachments to memories, a suit I had tailored in Thailand in 2005...
Play the minimalism game with your partner or recruit a friend or two. So effective and oh-so-satisfying.
Edit: Chelsea thinks I deserve more credit for my minimalism. She wants you to know that I ran out of personal items on Day 9 and turned my energy toattacking decluttering shared things. (Think kitchen or garage.) *rubs hands together gleefully*
Punk T. rex returns! But he can't pogo stick (and definitely isn't dumb enough to invade Ukraine).
Baboom, 97th edition of Traipsing About be dunsky!
This week's unsolicited advice: think about a hard choice that will make your life easier. Then take action.