Jay Shirley

Striving to be a man of gallantry and taste

Starting a New Tradition.

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I am not a fan of holidays. I don’t really want to dislike them. I’m just not excited. I want my kids to grow up with fond memories of holidays and have an excitement even when they’re older. Leading up to this Christmas, I thought for a long time on how to do this.

Temporarily Embarrassed Googles.

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Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as exploited proletariat, but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.

Steinbeck said that. It definitely starts a conversation up. I don’t want to talk about politics. I want to talk about products.

Being Content

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I’ve climbed to the summit of a proper mountain once in my life. It was an enjoyable experience and I’d like to do it again. I sat at the top for a fraction of the time it took to get there. Then I had to descend. It didn’t make sense to sit on the top of my mountain peak any further.

Lessons From U6 Herding.

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Coaching started somewhat accidentally. As an avid -football-soccer fan, I obviously wanted my own son to play soccer. He always enjoys watching games with me, at least for 15 minutes.

I register him and shortly after this get a notice that they’re short on coaches. I wait a few days and they still need coaches so volunteer. I wasn’t sure what I was getting into. I was excited. I don’t think I’m particularly good with kids.

Learning When to Get Out of Your Way.

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Every so often in life I learn something that hits very hard. It becomes painfully obvious. Even worse, I question my sanity and intelligence. I ask myself,

How can I be learning this just now?

It’s hard to ask that and answer it in a constructive way. I think I must accept the inevitability it will happen.

The Balance of Customers.

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Today I dealt with a problem. A silly problem that was easily avoidable and largely inconsequential. I even wanted to deal with it. A business indiscriminately attacked good customers (us). At the core, the problem really could be my wife’s fault. She wasn’t punctual enough. It’s forgivable, we were busy.