Data MOTIVATOR

The original title of this post was going to be “Addicted to Data?”, but then I decided a different title would be more accurate, as it ended up.

A day without wearing a steps tracker; I’ve had a couple days when my beloved (!?) steps tracker, my Fitbit watch, it didn’t come through as intended.  In neither case was it the fault of the device.  

One day (or evening, Thursday, to be precise), I thought I properly set it up to recharge; but then when I got to work, I discovered it didn’t charge.  Didn’t realize it until four hours after I put it on in the morning. Lame.  : – /

And the other time?  I just forgot to wear it.  Didn’t put it back on after I showered in the morning.  Lame times two.   : – /   : – /

And my initial reaction each time I discovered I wasn’t properly “tracking”? I had mixed feelings. I felt a little like my day was going to be a little empty, something was missing. 

Weird, right? I mean, who really cares how many steps I take? Why do *I* care so much about the number of steps I take in a day?  I asked myself, “Am is addicted to data?”

After all, I pretty closely keep track of my activity (walking around, long way to the loo, up the stairs repeatedly and around the building), in effort to pass 10,000 steps for the day, and this year 2020, trying for 20 floors of climbing each work day too. 

I feel like I gotta stay active, as I don’t really have any other regular exercise regime.  Integrating, being consistent, striving to hit the numbers, that’s my best effort at this stage in my life.  And the data helps motivate me for sure. 

But on the topic of the data itself…well…I do *enjoy it*, keeping track, that is FOR SURE. I love looking at the numbers, the trends. But I’m not addicted to having the data. It’s a motivator, yes. But it’s not necessary.

What is necessary is moving every day.

No data for the day? A lapse in my graphs? Boo hoo.

It is what it is. That’s the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. The main thing is to keep moving, keeping up the regular routine anyway.

Didn’t have the data to back it up? Oh well. The underlying truth is the same:

GET OFF YOUR BUTT. Every day. In other words, MOVE IT, OR LOSE IT.

GOOD.

Smack Down

Learning can be very challenging. VERY CHALLENGING.

Sometimes you find yourself in the mud, the thick, and it sucks. You make repeated mistakes, same issues, and it’s confounding, really…troubleshooting, reviewing your process, trying to understand why the errors are happening.

It can feel like a smack down. A SMACK DOWN.

It’s abrupt; it gives one pause. It strikes at self-confidence, belief in one’s own thinking and awareness, and capabilities too.

The way forward?

Deep breaths. DEEP BREATHS. A few seconds pause; maybe even a few minutes. Reset. RESET.

You may even find when you climb out of the mire, you may even discover that things aren’t exactly as you perceived them. Maybe other factors were at play. Maybe it wasn’t even entirely your fault.

WHEW. And if it was entirely your fault? Same process, of course. And WHEW anyway.

And?

Onward. ONWARD.

"40"

When I heard this song for the first time more than thirty years ago, I was just getting into U2’s music. It hadn’t really spoken to me up until that time (mid-80’s) — I’d been more rooted in heavy metal, heavier rock music.

And then this one came along. I was hooked pretty quick. The simple riff and especially the words, they grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. The lyrics are modified slightly, but pretty well directly from Psalm 40. My faith had been well established around this same time, as I struggled through adolescence.

To this day, this very minute, this song bouyes me, lifts me up, urges me to persevere, and find strength in faith.

Yes sir, it sure does. This is…

“40”

I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay

I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song

How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long…how long…how long…
How long…to sing this song

He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear

I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song

How long to sing this song
How long to sing this song
How long…how long…how long…
How long…to sing this song

Writer(s): Clayton Adam, Mullen Laurence, Evans David, Hewson Paul David

Good Habits

Seems like I see more and more people brushing their teeth at work. Might be mid-morning, might be after lunch, but oral hygene awareness and action is on the rise.

Good Habit for sure, brushing your teeth frequently, even at work. We only get one set of adult teeth, and it pays both practically and comfort-wise to take good care of them.

Thing is, there’s always an excuse as to why NOT to do it. But that excuse is weak. It doesn’t take very long to make this particular habit a regular thing, a…HABIT.

I fall short on this front; I’m a traditional, twice-a-day brusher. And I don’t floss very often. Flossing is also well-worth the less-than-minute it takes to keep your teeth in a further state of good health.

Pick a Good Habit or two to work on this year. It’s early in a new year. It’s a new decade. And regardless of the When, the more important thing is the DO. Everyday.

Reach Out, Push Through

Recently shared a little about inertia; I told a friend after that post it was actually more accurate to call it “emotional inertia.”

That’s where I’ve been the last few days, for some reason. You might call it a funk. I’ve probably called it that here somewhere before.

And so what to do? Another common theme comes up: persevere; teach out to others; push through the sledge; keep going until you get to the other side.

I think expectations have something to do with it, where this funk comes from. More precisely, my own (unrealistic?) expectation on what’s possible to get done during any given time.

And then when I fall short, don’t do what I expected to do? FUNK.

And that’s when the perseverance mentality has to rise; and reaching out to others becomes even more critical. Sometimes it takes a while; and so the funk gets more powerful; maybe a wallow even commences; and if it’s really strong, I wake up in the middle of the night, mind immediately racing.

And so?

Reach out to others, and PUSH THROUGH.

And I am.

"Let Freedom Ring…"

Image from Google’s Home Page on MLK Day, 2020

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., spoke these words on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Tens of thousands gathered to participate in expressions of dissatisfaction with a lack of racial inequality in society here in the United States.

Fifty-seven years later, inequality still exists. In fact, the ugly and vile voice of racism seems louder to me now in this country than I’ve heard it in the past. King’s words ring true today as they did more than a half century ago. King’s call to action is as important and critical to our nation and our democracy’s well-being as it was then too.

Let’s remember King, and just as important, let’s remember the importance of his vision for America.

His words still ring true; his critique no less true today in many ways.

Here is the full text to the “I Have A Dream” speech:

“I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!” “

MLK, Washington D.C., 28 August, 1963

Inertia

I found myself deep in it this past weekend. Inertia. My particular case was mental inertia.

High minded goals stalled out. Some things completed, but much still to do.

With a little faith and patience and some love too, I came out the other side. Then I fell back in again, into the funk.

When you find yourself in that mindset it can be tough. And it can ebb and flow; a subtle yet teal challenge to wade through and overcome. But you CAN get through it.

Do the next right thing. And then do it again. And again. That’s the path forward. And be patient, even as it’s uncomfortable and maybe frustrating. Be patient. And do the next right thing.

You’ll get through it.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inertia