Now that’s an interesting title, isn’t it?
“Have you ever had to chase a greyhound?”
It makes for a good story, which I will tell you. Before I get to it, I have some pretty exciting news.
Two weeks ago my little guy, who I affectionately call “my little man” decided to take his first couple of steps. While it wasn’ the prettiest thing I have ever witnessed, it was spectacular.
I too remember a time where I struggled to get a grip on my balance as I took uncoordinated step after uncoordinated step. If I recall correctly, this just happened a few weekends ago at my brother-in-laws wedding social (giant party).
Just like you, I believe that there are certain events in life that become impossible to forget:
- The day you were married
- When you children are born
- The day your team wins the Superbowl (mine has never won it)
and this day ranks right up there.
When my wife and I found out we were pregnant, I was left speechless. This wasn’t because I didn’t have too much to say, but because my shoulders are really tired.
Let me explain.
Where I live, it snows…and snows…and snows… Something like this picture actually.
There have been winters where I haven’t been able to see around corners of streets as I drive because the snow is so high. One morning has been burnt into my mind and no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget it.
The snow was so high that winter that our greyhound felt it in his best interest to walk over my six-foot fence so that he may tromp around through the giant field that sits behind my house.
Yes, a light on their feet greyhound.
Have you ever chased a greyhound?
I have. I don’t recommend it.
If you are ever looking for an unusual way to burn some calories, try to catch a greyhound.
With all that snow comes a long, snowy driveway and it is my job to shovel.
In fairness, since his birth, the winters have been fairly mild but I will never forget that winter.
On the day I found out we were having a baby, I am sure I heard a voice whisper in my ear say,
“Hang in there Joel, help is on the way.”
Why do I tell you this?
I don’t know actually.
I think it is because my little man is the living definition of the eBook, Mindset of a Champion (which by the way, you should get) that I just launched. Come to think of it, I bet subconsciously, when I created the book and gave it a title, I was thinking about him.
I am sure that you think about your kids all the time. I know that I think about him all the time.
- What he’s doing?
- If he likes his daycare.
- Does he enjoy my cooking? (albeit, I think I know the answer to this)
- What he’s thinking?
- What kind of man will he grow into?
- When will he stop eating so much?
- Does he think I’m as cool as I think I am? (again, I think I know this answer to this)
As I sit here and think about it more and more, I realize that he inadvertently influenced everything that the book speaks about.
- How a person can change.
- The books you should read.
- The importance of exercise.
- Knowing that some days will be tougher than others.
- Organization (although he is far from this).
- Knowing what you want.
- Understanding self-worth.
- Taking on risk.
- People telling you “no”.
- Speaking your mind.
- Getting what you want.
- Making a difference in the world.
To get your copy of the book, go to this address:
I guess, I’ll never know exactly how much he influenced my thoughts. One thing I am sure about though is as he ages, he will no doubt remind me that credit for the book belongs to him.
And you know what?
I’m ok with that.
After all, it’s kind of on my shoulders to teach him what he needs to know. I just hope that this doesn’t include learning about women, because whether you believe me or not, it is not something that I am terribly good at.
In the early stages of mine and my wife’s relationship we issued a challenge to one another. The challenge aimed to find out which of us could get the most phone numbers from the opposite sex while we were at the bar one night.
When I watched her confidently walk over to a stranger and successfully get his phone number I instantly knew two things:
- No matter how hard I tried, I had no chance of winning
- I wasn’t the hot shot I thought I was.
I actually believe that I got lucky with my wife.
Before you say it, I suppose I did get lucky the night that she got pregnant.
But you know as well as I do that’s not the kind of luck I mean. I am trying to say that she accepts me for who I am, quirky tendencies and all. She listens to my countless “hair brain” ideas, and simply says, “If you believe you can do it, then go for it.”
And this was before she and I came to an agreement to replacing her entire wardrobe.
I’ll chalk it up as I am a good guy. Or at least, that’s what my mother tells me.
Anyway, I am 900 words into this post and you are probably wondering what the point of it is.
I actually don’t know.
When I sat down to type, initially I had thought that I would write about one of my favorite subjects; habits. While I did write about it, it just wasn’t good enough. I didn’t “feel” it if you know what I’m sayin’.
It wasn’t as though the content wasn’t good because it was and one day it will probably make its way onto the site, but that day isn’t today.
Cheers to your success,
If you want to read the book, then you need to go here:
By the way, it’s completely free.