Psalm for a Midsummer Cold Sufferer

The July Project: Day 15

For the queen bee, and also everyone else

You have a lot of priorities to juggle. You do what you can, you assign degrees of urgency based on trying to find some kind of balance between what you want and need and what the people who depend on you—your family, your friends, your co-workers, your boss, your clients—want and need. And with a little luck, you get all of the most critically important things taken care of on any given day. Or maybe you don’t, but at least you get to them the same week. Or maybe you don’t, but you do what you can do, and it has to be enough…right?

And while you’re working on all of that, be sure to take care of yourself. Like the man said, “Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.” Get some rest, drink plenty of fluids. Stay out of the hot sun. Let someone take care of you for a while.

Birds of a Feather, Part I: Small Moments of Contagious Happiness

The July Project: Day 8

Someone once told me, “Happy and successful people tend to be surrounded by other happy and successful people.” If we assume for a moment that it’s true, what are the implications? If you don’t find yourself in the company of people who are thriving, how are you supposed to get ahead?

  1. Trade in your friends for new, better ones.
  2. Keep your friends, but add a few higher-quality ones to raise the average.
  3. Concentrate on what you can do to improve your own life.
  4. Leverage your happiness and success by focusing on the well-being of the people around you.

It seems that answers C and D might be two sides of the same coin …[MORE]

Of Serendipity and Companions for the Journey

The July Project: Day 5

I wrote a draft blog post this morning about some social aspects of taking care of your health. I’m saving that one for another day, though, because I’d rather share the story of tonight’s trip to the park.

I was starting my walk at Memorial Park tonight when my iPod battery died. Rather than carry the useless thing for 6½ miles, I walked back to the car and threw it in the trunk. As I started again, I considered whether the dead battery might be a sufficient excuse for cutting tonight’s walk short. I rationalized the value of getting home an hour earlier, maybe getting some more work done before bedtime.

Memorial Park Houston

But when I’d walked about a mile, I ran into Gary, an old friend and a park fixture like myself. He was walking in the opposite direction, but when we met, he turned around and joined me. We walked together the rest of the way. I didn’t cut my walk short after all.

Three miles later, we got to talking about some of the other “frequent flyers.” We talked about the guy who …[MORE]