Life has a funny way of taking unexpected turns, be they with health, finances, or relationships. Preparing for “life happens” (or sometimes euphemistically phrased “shit happens”) changes is not something most people do on a day-to-day basis. However, having back-ups and some flexibility can help roll with the changes that life brings along. My life is a good example.
There is some controversy about what defines generations, including those generally lumped into the class of “millennials” who were born roughly between the years of 1981 to 1997, more-or-less. I generally disavow lumping anyone into any category because I myself don’t fit stereotypical lumps. But that’s another story.
Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with three guys in their late 20s at a professional association social networking and mentoring gathering, and I thought I would convey the boot-related parts of our conversation. (I participated as an old-fart sage/mentor in my role as an officer of the association.)
The boot-related conversation began by one of the young men noticing cowboy boots on my feet, and saying…
It has been a great week of very productive meetings. And that is all I did… work work work. No surfing, swimming, or other outdoor sporting activities. But that’s me — I work for work.
I can’t wait until I arrive home to squeeze…
I continue with my meetings back-to-back-to-back for what brought me to Hawaii. On Tuesday,
I am a geek. I admit it. I love to learn. I am blessed to know people who bring me to fascinating places to learn.
I regret only one thing about Hawaii…
As requested, I will (try to) resume posting a summary of the boots that I wore during the past week.
Having a large collection of cowboy, dress, motorcycle, and work boots which I wear every day, I choose from a large variety of styles, colors, and designs.
This is a short chronicle of the boots on my feet since last Friday night…
Lately here in the DC ‘burbs, the weather has been highly variable. Record-breaking warmth one day, followed by snow flurries and cold rain the next day, windstorms and drizzle and sun and warmth and cold and … oh my… at least it’s not raining men. (I have the only man I need, thanks.)
Anyway, with the temperatures varying by some 50F day-to-day, and with the precipitation also changing as rapidly as the temperatures, I accommodate those weather changes by changing boots much more frequently, too.
Yesterday in a meeting at work, a junior staffer found two things that I said that were slightly wrong (or could have been said more precisely), and he wasted no time to jump in and correct me. Publicly. Loudly. Whiney-ly. Unprofessionally. With several people senior to me in the room.
The first time he did that, I just said, “oh well, you all know that’s what I meant,” and moved on. But the second time he did that, as I do not have a poker face, my face got red and I got hot. I said…
I had an intense week of business travel in a city on the West Coast of the United States all last week, Sunday through Saturday. I facilitated, led, and managed 10 meetings held back-to-back-to-back and a few concurrently. Cat herding is my specialty.
My return flights, including a connection, were uneventful and on-time. Amazing these days.
Today, my boots and I…
My friend from Belgium sent me some more ideas for this blog, and I appreciate it. One of his recent suggestions was:
With such a vivid passion for boots: have you never thought of turning it into your profession? Like starting a business as a boot retailer or even starting a new brand of boots?
I appreciate the thought. My reply is after the jump…