The week between Christmas and New Year’s Day is the
most awkward and tentative seven days of the year. It’s the wasted week. The
old year’s not quite over but the New Year hasn’t quite arrived. Very little is
going on at work. The tsunami that was Christmas is over and the resultant
letdown arrives. The kids leave for their new homes in other states, turning
your house into a large, inappropriately decorated, eerily quiet place. At some
point it will be fun to actually start playing with your new stuff, but in the
back of your mind you’re pondering that age old question…what in the world are we going to do for New Year’s?
At some point this week, I will begin making lists. I
do that this time of year and I bet you do too. There will be a list of
business goals which can be distilled down to two entries…earn more, work less.
There will be personal goals that invariably include losing the 10 pounds I’ve
packed on over Christmas. The common term for this list-making is resolutions, but I have never liked the
word. “Resolutions” implies resolve, and generally speaking very little is
involved with these lists. It’s much more a list of hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t
it be nice if…
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