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Monday, November 22, 2010

The best time to write

is whenever you have an idea or two and you have time and concentration enough to incarnate them into words and see how they run.

On this damp chilly morning, under a pale sun that seems to have come to a complete stop, I'm waiting to drive down to the office till the worst of the drive-time has come and gone. Too early to do follow-up calls with prospects - especially on a Monday. Not a way to endear yourself to strangers who are not, in fact, waiting for your phone call.

Back to the topic of complaining, I realized that, although in the privacy of my own brain or sometimes in conversation with my wife I will bluntly catalog my troubles, I've actually gotten fairly adept at shaking it all off and moving forward. Or at least presenting that performance to the world at large.

And I began to wonder, when did this particular skill kick in?

Answer: when I became a parent.

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