Seems as if there’s room for just one challenge in this coach’s bag at a time.
Those of you not participating (and probably a percentage who are) probably turned the calendar to May with a touch of gratitude. We’re cultish, we A to Z knuckleheads. We flood your inbox and social media feeds with sorcery and daily posts and crazy rules.
And who the hell blogs every dad-burn day? We do.
The cleverest among us have compiled posts of their favorite posts from each of 26 days of the challenge. Others have shared their most viewed and commented-on posts. I’m not among those cleverest, but you can bet 10 publish buttons I will next year.
I also took on (and failed at) a mindfulness challenge to go with a writer challenge.
April in the 12-month Mindful Challenge: Send the love. “Send a handwritten letter of gratitude to one person each day during the month.” I created a spreadsheet and collected names and addresses of 30 people, but haven’t sent a single note.
I will though. Even in the gathering of names addresses, I learned a few lessons.
3 things I learned sending the love (or at least preparing to do so)
Some of the list entries come easy – most do not. My family came first, and I look forward to telling those closest to me why I’m so grateful for them. Rather than crank out 10 at a time, I’m going to send one tomorrow, with mindfulness.
1. Some letters are tough to write – even just in your noggin
There’s one recipient for whom I’m having trouble conjuring words of approval. This exercise will help me to examine our history and recognize areas for gratitude. You have to look deep sometimes. And maybe that has more to do with me.
2. People love a hand-written note
I can’t wait to send them. I got such cheerful responses by those on my list, and hardly any pepper spray. Just kidding on the pepper spray. No restraining orders either, though.
3. A spreadsheet can show you that you have much to be thankful for
Even if it’s just one thing (and it was never one thing) to show gratitude for, that’s 30 planks of gratitude on the woodpile. That’s not insignificant. I’m a lucky man.
The next challenge:
May: Ditch the disposable.
I’ve already begun asking for a plate and not disposable boxes for food at work. I bought a dollar-store plate for my desk to warm up leftovers on. I will not use another straw. I’m determined to reduce my impact. And remember, I’m conservative!
7 random smartphone pictures
Continuing with this monthly feature …
Not exactly the breakfast of champions. I had little choice as Marie watched Georgia vs. North Carolina women’s soccer at the Twins Soccer Complex in Advance, N.C.
Especially from far away, it’s not easy to tell one of the girls from the other. Also, on the ride to the coast, I listened as they talked and joked, peers in personality and sense of humor. I love it.
We had a first in this college showcase – a 7:40 a.m. kickoff! Frosty football, for sure. Not all of the icy dew had dissipated, this early, but things quickly heated up against a strong side from Philly.
I pared down my jersey collection. I took photos of a few I plan to put on Craig’s List. This is one. Those of you who know Michelle Terry – think it would be cool if I just gave her this one?
My view on hole No. 3 at Veteran’s Park. I haven’t been there in forever. It’s a straightaway, with an elevation drop. You get to the tee pad and just rip it and hope.
Saw this on the bakery shelf at Harris-Teeter the day after Clemson’s national championship victory. Tells you all you need to know. I perturbed a baker for taking this shot, but it was worth it.
During days Gabi seemed on her last wheel, I did the necessary research. When the girls saw her trade-in value, they offered to buy her from me and crush her with a sledge hammer. Where’s the love?