On Monday I attended the funeral of a good friend of mine from medical school, Andy Greer. He died suddenly while working a shift at Christchurch Hospital. He was 40.
I last saw him at another friend’s 40th birthday in September last year where we had a great conversation.
With his life cut short, it made me think.
I spend a lot of my life focused on impact, on achievement, on accomplishment… but it’s the small things, the magic moments, that are the things I cherish.
I’m thinking that this year I might focus a bit more on the small things that make life truly rich.
I guess they’re actually the big things.
When we want something, we are taught to visualise that thing, to focus on that image, until we have it.
There’s almost never a completely clean run.
Sometimes wonderful things take you by surprise, they open a new door.
Have you ever moved into a new house and seen something that needed fixing and thought “I’ll get on to that soon”?
Humans are tribal.
As humans we have an insatiable desire to explain untoward events so we can get on with solutions.
In any field, most of the rewards go to the top 5% of people.
I say please to Siri.
If a turkey were to assess the state of the world in early December, they would be forgiven for thinking all is well and that the farmer loves them.
We often compare today’s performance relative to yesterdays.