Pi Day, Redux

Whoops! I let Pi Day almost slip by without comment…ALMOST, that is…

3/14 or “3.14”, what some refer to as Pi Day. One of my neighbors was a Math & Physics major in college…

And a few years back she and her wife hosted a Pi Day Party at their house —it was a mix of friends and generously, they also invited my parents, who lived here in town too.

My dad was a Math and Economics major in college, and High School Math Teacher for decades, so he seemed to get a little extra joy from the theme of the gathering too.

My brother and his wife were there too. Our family, various friends of the hosts.

It was fun.

It was also one of the last “public events” I remember my folks attending before my dad had a stroke at the end of that year, and everything changed.

So a little nod to Pi Day just passed, nod to my dad once again – Math Guy, GREAT Dad – and a little encouragement to all y’all out there to find things and reasons to get together with the people you love and celebrate whatever…celebrate life!,

You never know when it is going to change. So make the most of right now.

Oh, and more on Pi Day? HERE ~~~

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi_Day?wprov=sfti1

Channel The Earlies

I work for a bio tech company. We manufacture right here in good ol’ northern California, San Francisco Bay Area.

You might have heard we have about 9 million people in the metro area. Our company is sorta smack in the middle of it. That is to say, there are a LOT of people on the roads, especially during commute hours.

So this post is to some of my co-workers who rally to work in the early hours. I do it on occasion.

If I pulled the lever correctly, I’m already at work when this post hits.

Get after it early, like my man Bob, Dennis, Ty, Ricky, and others…

Much respect. Making it GOOD.

Bonus Post: Pívot

Change is a constant theme, bubbles up all the time. Work, home, kids, friends, life.

Take this post, published around Noon, written twelve hours earlier when I woke up with busy brain at 1am, eyes wide open.

Forced them shut for an hour, then gave up and scribbled some thoughts down, then remembered I should have started the dish washer — got up and did that — and here we are.

Will start the day a little later, work from home to begin instead of hurrying in and well, get it done one way or another.

Funky start to the week?

Fine.

Pívot.

Forward.

Sweet Spot

I think I heard this term first related to tennis rackets; that spot on the webbing where the ball will respond the truest off the surface when it makes contact,

Probably true for golf club faces and baseball bats too…

Concept applied otherwise,

Enough pressure, expectation, but not *too* much so.

Applicable across so many topics, I think.

“Loose but disciplined”, Steve Kerr talking about the flow state the GS Warriors try to create in basketball games, at their best,

Fleeting, but not so, mindset meets moment, properly prepared,

Seeking to create that flow state, smack dab in the middle of the sweet spot, ready, responding, living fully in the moment, right where you want to be.

Faith & Forward

Why in this space, why in this place,

Every day, mostly, begins with a teaspoon of dread,

Bitter taste, I expect, frozen, paused, not wanting to begin, eyes closed tight,

Heart, mind, racing, images flash through in quick secession,

How to get through, how to go through these moments to begin the day?

Especially when I’m alone, it’s hard to see in those moments, the path, where my steps will lead,

It’s in these moments that I resolve to have faith, but in what? I call it God, pray to a god, to help me take those steps,

“…Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive others…”

First steps of the day the hardest, taking that first sip the most difficult, even fleeting sleep fads quickly away,

All the same I resolve with just a teaspoon of faith, to go forward, forward,

Resolve to do at least a little, at least my best, only my best I can do,

Words coming, spilling through me,

Resolve to do and share and be me,

Just me, just for the next hour even, just for another day, once again I find,

A little faith, and I go forward, again.