For the love of dog! I love puppies. All ages of dogs,actually. There’s an elegance to a creaky old teen age dog(our .75boarder collie,for example), and a innocence about a young girls first heat cycle (as our kitt snickett found out a month or two ago-she’d never been so popular with the local boys!). I always wanted a beagle or three as a kid, surely the snoopy effect.
Beagles are like children. Children that really like laps. Our shirty mascot,Molly wonderbeagle, is my alarm clock. Even on days I COULD sleep in, she’s on my chest, doing laps. Typically before five am.
It’s only fair that I write about her first on this day, this jan14 edition of trust365, as it changes complexion this morning. It steps up this morning.
Seth said this week that ‘
The first thing you do when you sit down at the computer
Let me guess: check the incoming. Check email or traffic stats or messages from your boss. Check the tweets you follow or the FB status of friends.
You’ve just surrendered not only a block of time but your freshest, best chance to start something new.
If you’re a tech company or a marketer, your goal is to be the first thing people do when they start their day. If you’re an artist, a leader or someone seeking to make a difference, the first thing you do should be to lay tracks to accomplish your goals, not to hear how others have reacted/responded/insisted to what happened yesterday.’
Yeah. That. I’m guilty of checking fb,tw,project interruption, blog,and a thousand other backward looking things. Ok with shipping before elevensies. Not, NOT looking forward. Not laying tracks for our tribes next piece of tomfoolery.
Was. That WAS the model. But now that I’ve established a pattern and practice of daily posts here, imabe changing the rules AGAIN.
I was composing, editing, thinking, journalling, breakfasting, et al ad infinitum before actually shipping. That’s now officially over.
This day marks the start of thinking about this space differently.
This shall be first. The first thing shipped.
Dunno if it’ll help the painfully low quality, endless whining about #kooziemongercorporateassclowndouchecanoecatalogcarpetbombingtrunkslammerstalkergladhandguys, and drug induced-esque stream of consciousness to be the first thing I ship. But it can’t get any worse. Praps going to bed, tabula rossa, dreaming of what ails me shall help more clearly define exactly wtf ails me.
Yeah, imabe actively more of ‘a leader…seeking to make a difference, the first thing you do should be to lay tracks to accomplish your goals’. Not falling into the tar baby of the petty and insipid haters&stalkers than don’t move the needle for our tribe, other than as a cautionary tale.
2012just got substantially more uncomfortable. I like that. Oh, and I love puppies, too. But please try to sleep in some. The squirrels can wait till 0630!
