In life, there is no task to small to be proud of. Each and every task should come with a reward. Whether it is making your bed in the morning, or completed a 30 pageresearch paper, you should reward yourself with a charm each time.
To quote from another blog:
A friend asked a waitress in a diner what she loves doing besides serving tables. She replied somewhat unenthusiastically, “I don’t know.” At which point the friend replied, “I guess I’ll see you here next year then.”
Are you going to accept the ordinary problems in life, or are you going to create extraordinary problems for yourself? This is Day 1.”
I know this all seems like a lot, but change can be great. Especially now! We are entering the spring solstice of twenty-ten and nothing can be marked as impossible.
I recently had an inspiring phone conversation with Rick Goetz who has been in the Music Business for many year. In Ricks music career, he has been a major label A&R rep (back when that was important), a music supervisor, an artist manager, a reality show producer, a bass player and the head of a digital record label. Now he has starting his own company called Musiciancoaching.com. Rick did all this just because he felt he could be good at it, and wanted too do it. When he was interning he wanted to be an A&R rep, so he printed up business cards that said he WAS an A&R rep. His passion shines through when he speaks and you automatically want to be associated with him.
The reason I called Rick was because I feel I am at stand point in my music industry career and needed advice on how to many the next step, how to make that next leap or change. Rick gave me a lot of great advice but moreso he put some passion in my heart that I felt had drained out over the past year. 2008 was a rough year for me career wise and he helped me realize what I needed to do.
This photo is of my home office. I created this in January of twenty-ten and have been using it everyday since. It keeps my focus on my work and not on the television. As you can see, I have my vision board above my computer. Every day I look at it and note all the things I want to do in my life and things I try to achieve. It also says “be awesome” so I try my best to do that.
New York City has a lot in common with Chicago. Winters are not one of them though. Before moving, I was told how horrible the winters were in NYC and I was really nervous. People told me they were a lot worse and I always wondered, “how can they be worse than the blistering cold, windy, snow, miserable winters of the midwest?”
Fast-forward to my first winter in NYC and I could not stop laughing at how simple these winters were. Sure, it was cold. We had lows of 20 in the day time and it snowed here and there. The next winter was pretty much the same. This past winter we had about 2-3 heavy snow storms, but the temperature did not seem to get below 15 degrees. People in NYC flipped out about how bad it was. Our office actually closed early one day because they were scared about how long it would take to get home. (I got home in the same amount of time).
After my third winter here and each of those winters were nothing compared to back home, I feel it must just be relative. For New Yorkers, this is bad to them. If I went to Alaska for the winter, I am sure it would be hell for me. But coming from the midwest I think has make me toughen up for these “winters”.
Spring time has finally sprung in the city. This past week it has been 60 degrees. I have tried to spend as much time outside as possible. I visited Central Park this past weekend and took some photos of kids playing frisbee with their parents. There were dogs running around, horse carriages carrying people around the paths and fitness people out. It was as though everyone has came out of hibernation for the winter and now showing their face to the world. “Hey world, it’s great to see you again.”
The thing I love about Central Park is it never gets old. No matter how long you live here. There are locals who have lived in this city all their lives and still go. Each time you go to the park, it feels different. There are new places to go, new things to see. I enjoy going alone because I feel I am always being a tour-guide when friends are in town and that is one main place I take them. It is definitely a place to get away from the city life for a few hours.
The irony of this post is I usually find it pathetic when people talk about the weather for more than 10 seconds in conversation. Is there anything more exciting than than talking about the weather? May as well just say, “So we are both here, breathing and alive.”
I feel that I need to extend this blog into something more than just photos and songs. Not to say that I do not love more than a photo that leaves you breathless and a song that leaves you speechless, but I feel that this needs more substance to it. It is in fact called “Greater Expectations” right? (For those of you who are wondering, that name came from the Gaslight Anthem song.)
When I was in Junior High I joined our schools cross-country team. I did this mainly because I wanted to be more social and I believe my parents were making me do some extracurricular activity. All though Junior High I ran a steady 7:35 mile and I felt this was the sport for me. It meant I could compete, but against myself. If I succeeded, it was because of me, and if I failed, it was because of me as well. I think I have always been “independent” in that sense, relying on just myself for things.
I joined my High Schools cross-country team in 2003 and quit in 2004 mid-season. My best mile time was 6:03 and I ran that with a broken toe. I am against anyone who quits without finishing what they started, but at the same time I think a person needs to know when to move on. I know there were many reasons why I quit, but the main reason was because of my coach. I was the number seven runner on the team, and he only cared about the top five. I was not allowed to practice with the top five so how was I supposed to improve?
After quitting I began my teenage/early twenties of the unhealthy life-style. By no means am I fat; most people think I never eat. I guess I got the genes of being able to eat what you what when you want too and nothing happens. A large pizza at 1am, sign me up!
Last summer I felt I needed to make a change. I do not remember the exact time, or place but I do remember my friend started running. Talking to her about it brought back memories or my running days and since then I have been trying my best to run as often as possible.
I signed up for the New York City Marathon this year and I am extremely nervous to run. I am not nervous about running 26.2 miles, I can train for that, and have been training. What I am nervous about is the change of lifestyle I will have. No more late night foods, and no more late night drinking with the boys. The idea of running all that off in the morning just kills me. My life will be changing from Chinese food and fast food to salads and pastas. I also have to change my sleeping pattern. Before I was going to bed at 2am and waking up at 8am for work. Sleep will be very important for me.
This is a photo of my running shoe. I have attached some orange shoelaces in order to draw attention to childhood obesity. I believe Illinois is the only state, or one of the few states that have P.E. Class a requirement for high school kids. I wish more schools required this.
Right now by best mile time is 7:36. I guess I need to pick up the pace.