When you are moving you can prepare, pack, label and de-clutter for weeks. But on the final day, there will always be a few last boxes that have random things in them.
If you do a good job there are only one or two, but it seems that no matter how good of a job you do there are always one or two. They look like that box you see people carrying out of an office the day they quit. It's a plant, some pens, a watch, a picture and a sponge.
Getting the literal last things out of a house when you are moving tends to be a little messier then we were hoping when we started preparing.
Maybe we should prepare for that.
When you are leaving a job there will always be a few strings left hanging. When you kids leave for college, right after they go there will be a junk box of some things you wish you had said or done.
Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems like tidy and neat are things we work for in general but should be willing to let go of at the extreme (the very last box).
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Right vs Worth
Doing things the right way is very often not the most fun way. So we complain about people ruining the fun, taking our freedom away, etc.
What if we changed from doing it the right way to doing it the worth way.
It's not the most fun to be fiscally conservative and stay away from debt, but it is worth it. It's not the most fun to study and prepare, but it is worth it. It's not the most fun to abstain from sleeping around but it is worth it.
Most of the time we don't like to think about worth. When we think about worth we have to think about the negative consequences of something we've already chosen to do. I don't have to think about the negative consequences of heroin because I've never chosen it. But I have chosen to not exercise. And not exercising leads me to be more sedentary. Being more sedentary leads me to be overweight and not feeling great in the future.
Only when I think of all of those consequences do I start to realize the worth of something.
Religion has failed over and over because they slam on the right way. If you follow the last six of the ten commandments you will find that most of them are worth it, whether or not they are right.
Not coveting your neighbors wife turns out to make your relationship with your wife better and since you've gotten rid of the comparisons makes you like your wife better. That life is worth it, whether or not you think coveting is right or not.
Parenting challenge to myself, don't tell your kids what's right, tell them what the worth of the actions are, and if you can't think of any besides "because I said so" maybe you shouldn't have.
What if we changed from doing it the right way to doing it the worth way.
It's not the most fun to be fiscally conservative and stay away from debt, but it is worth it. It's not the most fun to study and prepare, but it is worth it. It's not the most fun to abstain from sleeping around but it is worth it.
Most of the time we don't like to think about worth. When we think about worth we have to think about the negative consequences of something we've already chosen to do. I don't have to think about the negative consequences of heroin because I've never chosen it. But I have chosen to not exercise. And not exercising leads me to be more sedentary. Being more sedentary leads me to be overweight and not feeling great in the future.
Only when I think of all of those consequences do I start to realize the worth of something.
Religion has failed over and over because they slam on the right way. If you follow the last six of the ten commandments you will find that most of them are worth it, whether or not they are right.
Not coveting your neighbors wife turns out to make your relationship with your wife better and since you've gotten rid of the comparisons makes you like your wife better. That life is worth it, whether or not you think coveting is right or not.
Parenting challenge to myself, don't tell your kids what's right, tell them what the worth of the actions are, and if you can't think of any besides "because I said so" maybe you shouldn't have.
Making $46,000,000 A Day
They just published the highest paid hedge fund managers for 2015. The highest paid is surprisingly a white man, and that man made forty six million dollars a day, every day of 2015. Seventeen thousand million dollars. 1.7 billion in income.
I read that and it made me feel things, probably the same things people felt right before they stormed the Bastille.
But then I felt something totally foreign: freedom.
Even if the super wealthy are running away with most of the economy they don't live much better than I do.
That guy owns a plane, for $150 I can hop on a plane and go almost anywhere in the country. I have the same phone that guy has. I have a car and he can only be in one car at a time. In the mornings to feel special I jump into my pants, that guy probably puts his pants on one leg at a time like everybody else (especially because he's pretty old).
That guy literally earned more than Kobe Bryant, before lunch, on January 1st.
Why am I so stressed about making money? It may seem silly but I will almost certainly never earn that much money. So everything less than it is less than it.
I know so many people who think they are amazing because they earn a few hundred thousand a year. I even know a couple who earn a million dollars a year, many of those people think they are little dynasties all to themselves. It only took Dr. Hedgefund thirty one minutes to earn his first million in 2015.
There really are headmasters sitting in mahogany rooms looking over the school yard as we fight in the sandbox's below. We will never build a big enough sand castle to get into their mahogany rooms.
All that freedom I felt was realizing that we don't have to play by their rules, inside their sandboxes, propping up their buildings with our sweat.
It's time to get out of the sandbox and go make something for ourselves. Two billion dollars can buy a lot of art, but it can't make any art. Two billion can't write a poem, choreograph a dance, drip paint on to canvas.
You want to level the playing field? Time to leave their field.
I read that and it made me feel things, probably the same things people felt right before they stormed the Bastille.
But then I felt something totally foreign: freedom.
Even if the super wealthy are running away with most of the economy they don't live much better than I do.
That guy owns a plane, for $150 I can hop on a plane and go almost anywhere in the country. I have the same phone that guy has. I have a car and he can only be in one car at a time. In the mornings to feel special I jump into my pants, that guy probably puts his pants on one leg at a time like everybody else (especially because he's pretty old).
That guy literally earned more than Kobe Bryant, before lunch, on January 1st.
Why am I so stressed about making money? It may seem silly but I will almost certainly never earn that much money. So everything less than it is less than it.
I know so many people who think they are amazing because they earn a few hundred thousand a year. I even know a couple who earn a million dollars a year, many of those people think they are little dynasties all to themselves. It only took Dr. Hedgefund thirty one minutes to earn his first million in 2015.
There really are headmasters sitting in mahogany rooms looking over the school yard as we fight in the sandbox's below. We will never build a big enough sand castle to get into their mahogany rooms.
All that freedom I felt was realizing that we don't have to play by their rules, inside their sandboxes, propping up their buildings with our sweat.
It's time to get out of the sandbox and go make something for ourselves. Two billion dollars can buy a lot of art, but it can't make any art. Two billion can't write a poem, choreograph a dance, drip paint on to canvas.
You want to level the playing field? Time to leave their field.
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