I have been watching my son Sam play soccer at the “Premier International”…
Its a big soccer competition with good teams.
Sam plays for the Liverpool Academy which operates out of Southern Cross University in Lismore.
I did not play soccer when I grew up.
I played Rugby Union.
It was a lot of fun but the downside is that my understanding of the subtleties of soccer is limited.
So, as I watch Sam, I notice that he appears to be jogging around most of the time.
And I realize—I just don’t know if he is staying in position or if he is not putting in 100%…
Now, this is important as I would like to know!
I would like to be able to tell between the two.
If he is staying in position, I can congratulate him on his play.
If he is underperforming then we can discuss what’s going on for him and what it would take to lift his level of performance…
In this situation, I see how my lack of knowledge about the game, makes it hard to judge what is...
Sam is playing the “Premier International”…
Its a three-day soccer festival on the Gold Coast.
While we are up on the Goldie, we are staying at the Mercure, the old Palm Meadows resort…
Its a typical Gold Coast hotel, nice rooms, TV, the usual.
I made sure we upgraded to queens sized beds—they are critical to actually get any sleep with 3 kids.
Now, the kids had quickly spied the spa and as 8 pm rolled around, the call went out from Sam to hit the spa.
I was excited too.
My legs have been aching from too much personal training…
And a spa was just what the doctor ordered… so to speak…
We headed down.
The spa was lukewarm.
Even with the jets on, there was no palpable increase in heat.
In a word… the spa sucked.
Now, this is by no means the first time, and it will not be the last, where my mental expectation of the experience and the actual experience itself are vastly different.
Sometimes it goes the other way and...
Yesterday I was practicing a Qi Gong form called Dai Mai Qi Gong.
It is a form that is working on the Dai Mai meridian… One of the “extraordinary” meridians of Chinese Medicine.
It runs around the abdominal region.
The Qi Gong form to work the Dail Mai has 7 movements…
One is called “Plucking a Star to Illuminate the Third Eye”.
Another is “Turning the Wheel of Tai Chi”.
As the Dai Mai is activated through points on the gallbladder meridian, the movements stretch that meridian as well as activating the Dai Mai.
What was interesting about yesterday practice, was the focus I had on the breaths BETWEEN the movements.
The form calls for three slow breaths between each movement…
In, out, in, out, in, out…
Usually, I rush through these.
I’m keen to get to the next movement…
Yesterday, the breaths were long and slow.
There was no rush.
It was not as if I was trying to slow them down or focus on them…
I am day 2 of building the habit of tracking my food intake.
I have tried before and failed.
This time is a little different.
Well… I’m putting cash down.
My personal training pitched her program to me 3 months ago…
Its called “Metabolic Precision” and costs $750.
3 months ago I said no.
I was interested but it did not make sense at that time.
After all, I was training 3x per week and doing at minimum 10 minutes of mixed body training or 20 minutes yoga on the other days.
It should have worked.
And it did.
To a degree…
I lost 2cm off my waist measurement.
I went nowhere in my weight loss…
Apparently, this is common as even though I presumably lost fat, I gained muscle and so my weight went didn’t change.
So three months later though, I am interested in the diet course.
1. I still have a gut.
Sure, its 2cm less than 3 months ago, but it is there.
2. The weight loss conversation is a common one in GP.
Even in Mullumbimby,...
As I put my middle son Hamish to bed last night, he rolled away from me.
“What’s going on buddy?” I said.
“I didn’t get to spend any time with you today”.
He was not a happy camper.
He didn’t want to talk.
I said to him, “Ok, buddy, look… when I get home tomorrow after work, let’s hang out.”
I arrived home and literally had the appointment in my calendar flash up…
“Hangout with Hamish 6–8 pm.”
I come home.
I go down on my knees to give him a hug…
And he says…
Can I have your phone?”
I lost this round.
Phone 1. Dad 0.
And this is not an unusual battle for my house and I keep losing.
The weird thing is that Hamish will most likely still feel like he didn’t have enough time with me…
Even though he was the one who chose the phone over hanging out…
What’s worse for me, is that both my boys love playing...
It has now been raining for many weeks in the Byron Shire.
As in, it seems like it has been raining FOREVER…
It’s a funny thing to live here…
It takes 3 or 4 months for people to start complaining about too much sun…
Yet after even 3 or 4 DAYS, it is enough for people to start complaining about the rain.
“When is it going to stop raining?”
“No wonder it is called the Northern Rivers, it never stops raining…”
The amount of rain does make distinct problems around my house.
The grass is sodden.
I can’t mow because the mower will tear the grass to shreds with its wheels…
And the whole thing gets covered in mud.
This leads to longer grass and it takes even longer for the ground to dry out.
Water is pooling in lots of places.
What is most interesting is that after all of this rain… it is very clear where my property can and cannot handle the amount of water we are experiencing.
We did not consider drainage very...
Yesterday Emma had to help out covering another family whose turn it was to drive to Lismore.
Em wanted them to drive the 10 minutes between our house and theirs and come and pick their child up.
The other family said, “it’s just another 10 minutes, can’t you do it?”
Except for it is a round trip 90 minutes to Lismore already, and while it might be 10 minutes to them but it's another 10 back to a total driving time of 110 minutes for her.
The family wrote back that they would have to interrupt their dinner to come and pick up their child.
At this point, Em lost it and said we are out of the carpool.
Not only did they fail to take their Friday to drive to Lismore, but then complaining that their dinner was being interrupted to come and pick up their own child was too much.
I agreed 100%.
We decided it was critical to cut ties and run.
It might mean we are now driving 3 times a week to Lismore, but that is little cost compared to being around such toxic values....
I am very fortunate to have a pretty darn epic drive home.
Often I will take the back roads from Mullum, through the rolling, green farmlands of Myocum, popping out at the new highway interchange and heading back onto the now nearly deserted old highway—the Hinterland Way.
It’s a very fun drive.
Curves, dips, hills.
Sure there are a bunch of potholes but, hey, if its one thing Byron Bay is known for outside of its beaches, its the Shire’s potholes.
It takes me about 25 minutes from leaving work to pull into the street I live in, drive down my driveway and come home.
Now, while this time is a fun drive; an opportunity to listen to a podcast or two or just chill, there is one important task to do.
And that is to ask myself the question—Are there any patients I am still thinking about?
Is there something tugging at my awareness that today, in some shape or form, something unusual happened in a consult.
Did I promise something I didn’t do?
Did I give in to...
So today I finally got to record some videos I have been trying to make for about 2 weeks…
Slides were done.
Computers set up.
Screenflow software ready.
Zoom software ready.
Haircut yesterday, looking sharp.
The first recording… No worries at all.
Second recording… all good.
Third recording—halfway through and I get a warning on one of the computers… “Your internet connection is unstable”
Perhaps Telstra was doing some upgrade work.
Perhaps the internet fairies were on strike.
Either way, the outcome for me was that one of the video feeds dropped out completely.
I try again.
The same thing happens.
I try a third time.
The fourth time, I get it to work, but I have no idea whether the gaps can be fixed in editing or it’s just going to look very average.
I was on fire when presenting too, and so to have this happen really, really annoyed me.
So much so that I was actually considering getting another office...
I just completed the second quarter of my year.
And in doing so I am reviewing how did I go?
I had a three-month plan and overall I did ok.
From 1 April, my target was to do 3 unassisted chin ups… DONE.
My target was to have my daughter sleep in her bed… DONE.
My target was to be performing a regular kirtan… NOT DONE.
My target was to have a weekend away with my wife… NOT DONE.
As you can see… some got done. Some did not.
So I am creating my next 3 month targets.
And a critical step is to actually look not at what got done and what did not…
But: Where am I now?
This is the first critical step.
If I skip this and just go ahead and create my next targets, then it becomes far more difficult because the journey from where I think I am and where I actually am, are two very different experiences.
And if I run with where I think I am, suddenly my chances of actually completing my targets decreases substantially because I am living in a fantasy,...