Update

 Once upon a time , someone asked me if I would be happy working a job that was not at the university. Since my position at the university closed in 2020, I found myself doing exactly that— working in jobs not at the university. It has been a very difficult transition.  Recently, things shifted quickly and in unexpected ways. The short version is that I am leaving the hotel which I am currently working, having taken a position at another.  The longer version of the story is that I stopped by to see my good friend and former GM at his new hotel. While I was visiting with him, one of the owners came out and introduced himself and we got to talking. After a few minutes, he said he wanted me to meet his brother. Our conversation turned into a job interview and 48 hours later I accepted a new position as front desk, manager and assistant operations manager. After some negotiating, we reached an agreement and I start my new position on April 9. It’s a much nicer hotel and these...

Do Hard Things, Difficult Things.

Every day I do a hard thing. Sometimes I re-do a hard thing I've done before in order to check my progression since the last time I did the hard thing. Of course what I am describing is rooted in my physical training. I don't call it "working out" because I have difficulty attaching a goal to the task, such as finishing. If I "work out" I can stop when I feel like it. But if I train, I must complete the task, no matter what. This means the hard thing I do is more than physical. It's mental. It's even emotional--just ask some who train with me. But nothing feels better in the world laying there on the floor, completely spent--the hard thing accomplished. That's why it's called "training."

As a youngster I despised sports but loved music. In order to be the best musician I could be, I trained. I practiced. And I messed up--alot. Not sure how my parents endured the screeching, scratching junior high cellist in the other room (maybe that's why there were two or three closed doors between them and me). But I practiced. At least 30 minutes per day. Doing the same exercises over and over until I met the objective of the lesson.

Some lessons I did not learn so quickly--like writing. My handwriting was (and perhaps still is) atrocious. My father would look over my homework and would often make me re-write legibly. One trait I picked up from that exercise was editing, clarification, for as I re-wrote, I discovered I could say things better.

Many avoid doing hard things for a sundry of reasons. What they miss is the growth that comes out of it. If anything, they grow stronger in making excuses and so weaken themselves.

A hard thing might mean saying "no" to something and sticking by that decision.

I don't know what your "hard thing" is, but tackling at least one difficult thing per day strengthens the heart, the mind. It matters because there is a consequence to every decision. Not a grade or a trophy.

What you get by doing hard things is the ability to live--I mean truly live--in an unforgiving world.

What's the saying? "Those who say it can't be done are usually interrupted by others doing it".

Be that guy. Be that girl. Do it because it's difficult and see what happens. Pain only lasts for a little while.


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