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Letter № 13  ·  A father, to his son

Lessons Learned

A year of journaled lessons — plan, reflect, and success is the journey

August 24, 2017
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For Lucca, Age 4
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The little guy and I are headed up north tomorrow morning.

After a couple days in the city early next week, we are headed for the Jersey Shore through Labor Day (please hold all sarcastic comments to yourself).

Before hitting pause on another multi-week work sprint, I took some time to stop and reflect on what we’ve accomplished this year, what we’ve learned, and how we can improve.

This is all part of an ongoing process.

The process begins with planning.

Five minutes of planning every morning can save hours of wasted time.

For me, planning begins with a single prompt: This morning I am grateful for … .

The list is short. It’s maybe three bullet points, tops. It can range from a Starbucks Flat White to wrestling in bed with Lucca and the Power Rangers.

From there, I review near-term goals (I typically set goals as quarterly sprints, followed by periods of rest and recovery) and outline one or two tasks for the day to move the goalposts.

One or two wins is all it takes.

Everything else during the day is just noise as long as I hit those targets.

At the end of (almost) every day and every week, I set aside five or ten minutes for reflection. I wish I could say this happens every day but I’m not a robot. Things come up. But some is better than none. Some of the questions I ponder:

Celebrating the small wins is important, but can be easily overlooked. Most of us move right on to the next thing without taking a moment to step back and reflect. Moving right along is easy because there is always so much more to do. But we need that moment to reflect.

It is that moment that helps us improve wherever and whenever we can. All learning is cumulative. If we strive to get a little better every day, we can get a lot better over time.

I have a long way to go on this journey. There is no particular destination in mind.

Success is the journey itself.

So, with that said, here are a few of the lessons I’ve learned (and a few I’m still trying to learn) during my journey this year. I’ve provided some context when available. But most of these bullets are just ideas I scribbled in my journal along the way. They come from various sources, quotes, and random thoughts that occurred to me throughout the day.

If you don’t pause to think about them, they are easily lost in the shuffle.

And last but not least, remember that you can’t force creativity; deep thinking requires empty space: “I’ve won 869 matches in my career, fifth on the all-time list, and many were won during the afternoon shower.” – Andre Agassi, Open.

Thanks for “listening” all. I’ll be back online after Labor Day. Until then, here are a few thoughts from Oliver Sacks on the benefits of keeping journals. I highly recommend On The Move for the beach this summer.

I started keeping journals when I was fourteen and at last count had nearly a thousand. They come in all shapes and sizes, from little pocket ones which I carry around with me to enormous tomes. I always keep a notebook by my bedside, for dreams as well as nighttime thoughts, and I try to have one by the swimming pool or the lakeside or the seashore; swimming too is very productive of thoughts which I must write, especially if they present themselves, as they sometimes do, in the form of whole sentences or paragraphs.

I rarely look at the journals I have kept for the greater part of a lifetime. The act of writing is itself enough; it serves to clarify my thoughts and feelings. The act of writing is an integral part of my mental life; ideas emerge, are shaped, in the act of writing. My journals are not written for others, nor do I usually look at them myself, but they are a special, indispensable form of talking to myself. The need to think on paper is not confined to notebooks. It spreads onto the backs of envelopes, menus, whatever scraps of paper are at hand. And I often transcribe quotations I like, writing or typing them on pieces of brightly colored paper and pinning them to a bulletin board. When I lived in City Island, my office was full of quotations, bound together with binder rings that I would hang to the curtain rods above my desk. Correspondence is also a major part of life. On the whole, I enjoy writing and receiving letters—it is an intercourse with other people, particular others—and I often find myself able to write letters when I cannot “write,” whatever Writing (with a capital W) means. I keep all the letters I receive, as well as copies of my own. Now, trying to reconstruct parts of my life—such as the very crucial, eventful time when I came to America in 1960—I find these old letters a great treasure, a corrective to the deceits of memory and fantasy.

End of Letter 13