May the FORCE miss you

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No salutation or niceties to start today’s blog.

I am a day late with my blog, I’m focused and on task.  So in my best Soup Nazi accent… “NO NICETIES FOR YOU!”

For you Seinfeld fans I cannot let the reference go by without some Soup Nazi clips.  For some reason you may need to take an extra click to see the video… enjoy.

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I don’t know about you, but when things are looming, too busy, or a bit intense, I tend to go one of two directions – extremely focused allowing nothing to distract or scattered.

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Focus is a matter of deciding what things you’re not going to do.

- John Carmack

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My wife can attest to my face forward in a “world of my own” look and walk.

I’m not in a bad mood… just focused.  I’m a man on a mission and I don’t need or want any distractions.

But of course, since I don’t want any distractions, everything seems to be a distraction.  Nothing seems easy at all.

Have you ever noticed that when time is at a premium, everything that can go wrong usually goes wrong?

I have several things going on that are screaming for my attention and creating the squeeze.  But there’s one that tends to sneak up on me – the Holidays.

It took me years to finally see and understand the ritualistic cycle that occurs.

I am going to ask you a question that seems totally irrelevant to the topic.  Have you ever driven to Atlanta?

Side Note: Yes, I know… weird question.  In some odd obtuse way I will actually try to connect the dots.

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My wife and I have driven to Atlanta many many times.  We approach the city from the north.

Something weird starts to happen when we pass Dalton, GA (70 miles north of Atlanta).

All of a sudden you start to feel an increased intensity in the traffic.  The cars move a little faster and the drivers slowly become more aggressive.

It’s as though Atlanta has a magnetic force field and once you get within range there is a pull and tension that seems to take over.

I finally learned that the holidays have that same force field dynamic.

You don’t feel or sense it at first, but before long you feel a tug that begins to pull you into the frenzy.  And like a spaceship being sucked into a black hole you feel helpless

The pace seems to pick up just before Halloween and before you know it there starts to be more clutter.  Not the type of clutter in the house but clutter in the schedule and life.

You really begin to feel the pace about the week of Thanksgiving.  After that it’s a 90 mile an hour dodging traffic, driving defensively, “get out of my way”, don’t mess with me, scramble.

This year is going to be different.

Figuratively speaking, my wife and I have decided to take the back roads… not as fast, not as busy, and not as decorated.

My challenge now is trying not to get caught in the pull of the black hole before we get off the main Interstate.

The back roads won’t get you there as quickly… but the view is spectacular.

Wish us luck.

See you Thursday.

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