If the title of this post sounds angry and frustrated, that’s because I AM angry and frustrated.
At whom? Myself. Why?
Here’s the situation.
It’s 7:44pm on Halloween Night as I begin this posting.
I just left my 21-month-old daughter and 8-month-pregnant wife – both in tears – to go work out of town for a day, after a half-finished Halloween night.
It didn’t have to be this way.
My instinct told me to book a LATE flight out (10:30pm), so I could fully participate in everything, and even put my daughter to bed (which I really enjoy doing 95% of the time I do it).
Sure, it would get me to the hotel late, but so what? Many hundreds of times I have done world-class work on just two hours’ sleep, and this original plan would have given me a good 5 hours’ worth. Plenty in the circumstances.
Then, when I was about to book my flights, I consulted with someone who suggested I take the earlier flight (9pm) so I wouldn’t have such a late night.
Against my better judgement, I booked the earlier flight.
Now here I sit en route to the airport, feeling rotten, and kicking myself for having AGAIN gone against my own wisdom and suffered the consequences.
“How many times?” I ask myself.
“How many times do I need to not trust myself and suffer the consequences before I will FINALLY give myself more credit?”
Apparently, “At least one more” is the answer to that question.
Here’s the thing:
When people give me advice, too often I ignore the fact that they are not me..
What I mean is, they don’t have the same interests and needs as I do. Even if they’re trying to guess at my interests, wants, and needs, they’re only guessing.
I’m now in the airport lounge, about to head to the gate and board the flight. Feeling calmer, but still not happy about my decision and its consequences.
Sigh. Why is learning of this sort sometimes SO slow?
Patience. I need more patience.











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