I am in Kelowna, BC, taxiing down the runway (don’t worry, I’ve turned off the wireless). I have been reading Tim Ferriss’s 2nd edition of ‘The Four hour work week’ for the umpteenth time and am currently reading the section on Pareto’s principal (80-20 rule). It seems apparent to me that more of our lives follow this rule than we realize. For instance, I have only been away from my family for a couple of days, and I find myself more homesick than I was as a boy staying at my friends place (whose mother was an extremely moody individual).
What does that have to do with the 80-20 rule? Well, I hypothesize that 80 percent of the time there is 20 percent of the things that make up our lives that we are drawn to. We could also say that 80 percent of our joy comes from 20 percent of our experiences. For me, that 20 percent of ‘the best’ consists of Family and creativity, also said as: 80 percent of my joy comes from 20 percent of all my activities, ie: those activities related to my family and creativity. Although my creativity is expressed through new and exciting business ideas, my family desires are easily described as my wife and 3 children.
After hitting the age of majority it took me a decade to recognize what really mattered to me. It took me a few more years to recognize that when a person finds the part of their lives that brings ultimate fulfillment they can further disect that area of their lives to achieve even greater results. For me, I doubt that disection of my life will ever cease. Breaking down those best pieces of my life into their most basic components allows me the opportunity to enhance those pieces within the 20 percent to bring me that much more joy. It is concievable that in 1, 5 or 10 years I could be completely(100 percent) focused on that 20 percent that I currently focus on. Even at that time, I’ll still have 20 percent of my life that brings me 80 percent of the joy.
I think of that ‘evolution of enjoyment’ as a great exercise to apply my focus to. I see the end result as living a life that continues to get better and better. That is exciting for me as I already feel very fortunate to enjoy my life as much as I do! And today… I get to see my gal and my boys! That will definitely be the highlight of my day!
The thought I can leave you with today is: What is your 80?
Have a great Day!
On April 2nd my family and I welcomed 9 pounds and 1 ounce of awesome into the world. His name is Zaron, and he is a much anticipated addition to our budding family.
36 hours later, My wife was feeling well enough to leave the hospital to come home. We were excited to get settled into a new family routine. Within an hour of being home I had taken position in the Lazy-boy and Zaron was nestled into my arms. One of my most looked-forward-to events of the pregnancy had come to fruition: an opportunity to snuggle up with my new baby and have a snooze. That moment in time was perfect. Little did I know that it would be a mental booster-shot for what I was to encounter only a couple of short hours later.
At 10pm on the 3rd I got a call from the fire department. Someone had set the shed behind my computer store on fire and the blaze was starting to do damage to the store itself.
When I arrived on scene I gave the fire marshall all the pertinent information and then stood back to look at the damage. I surprised myself when I noted that the destruction only aroused a mild curiosity in me. Fast forward to the next morning and I realize the damage to the outside powerbox had forced a power spike which did some damage to a few of our servers. Again my reaction was subdued when compared to what I suspect my reaction may have been only a week prior.
The only conclusion I can come up with is that having a baby to hold is a formidable pacifier! Take away the dirty diapers and the mild irritation when hungry and I think you have a device that could quell the most frantic of mobs.
Or maybe that’s just a proud papa speaking from the heart…
Zaron at 5 days old
A few days ago my wife and I took our 2 year old to the hospital after he had spent 24 hours throwing up. He threw up more on me than I had on myself in all my years of college combined. My little guy was getting so dehydrated that they kept him hooked up to IV for 2 days before he could come home. The experience itself was unnerving (and uncomfortable when both my 9-month-pregnant, due any day, wife and I tried to both squeeze onto a foldout chair during the nights to sleep). What amazes me is the speed at which a 2 year old will bounce back… He nearly tore the IV out of his hand so he could get the hell out of there and get back to playing at home.
From death’s door to ‘Yay, let’s play’ in 2 days!
I have thought about this quick recovery for days now. More specifically, I have thought about how many of us allow ourselves to be hung up for days, weeks, even YEARS on the nontangible matters in our minds.
Is it possible that we can learn a lesson in ‘bouncing back’ from a 2 year old? Or are we so damaged from becoming a product of our past years that we take longer to heal?
You may have a certain advantage when you don’t have a point of reference to the things that sour you throughout a lifetime. Does that fact excuse the experienced? Personally, I don’t think it does.
There is a lot to learn from a 2 year old. High on that list is their complete lack of fear. As an adult, when we overcome a fear it is extremely liberating. I wonder what it would take to build a truly fearless life? I think I’ll be taking some notes from my little guy and see if I can’t find out!