About 6 o’clock one recent Saturday morning I went downstairs and did a few reps on a Nautlius machine. The longer I live, the more important it is for me to add weight training to my routine physical activity, which currently is mainly aerobic. (Can we say racquetball? Love the game! Play 4 to 5 times a week.)
I did not push any memorable amount of iron, but I know that whatever I did that morning, I was capable of doing at least 50% more within a few months IF I decided to go for it, to set and follow a regular program of weight lifting.
I also know that if I choose not to continue that program, after a while I would revert to where I am now. Oh, there would be some residual benefit, but nothing like what would be gained by a regular maintenance level of weight training.
Your mind is no different. Your mind, your emotions, can be trained, focused, and directed. You are capable of feats of discipline, motivation, enthusiasm, patience, love, friendship, and achievement that would astound you, your friends, and co-workers.
I realized a long time ago that every company had its own unique culture. I wanted to have a special company, where people enjoyed working, and treated each other with respect and dignity, where excellence and above-average commitment and dedication were the norm. I knew that such a culture did not happen by accident but I wasn’t quite sure how to go about creating it. I had no blueprint, I’d never been fortunate enough to work in such a place. I had a vision, but only the vaguest idea of how to make it happen.
I am an avid reader, I devour books by the dozen. Books on business, psychology, occasionally history books, self-help books. They all helped, but nothing totally clicked.
Then one day, back in 1991, my fiancee put down the phone after a troubled call with her mother and walked across the living room muttering to herself, “Seek first to understand, then to be understood. Seek first to understand, then to be understood.”
Life can be so complex, so busy, so hurried. So many roles, so many goals, so little time. What to do today, where to put my energy, how to prioritize? It’s Monday morning. Went to bed early, got up at 4:29 a.m. to find a way through the day, set the week off right, plan it all, push it all through.
There is a part of me that loves it, loves the hustle and bustle, the achievement, the interactions, the connecting, the thrill of the race, the challenge, the energy. It stirs my blood, floats my boat, gets my juices flowing, arouses my passion, stokes the fire within. And yet…