The Presents, the Present, and the Past


Well everyone, most of us have given and received all the presents we will have for 2013. So…what’d you give/get!? Socks? iPad? Beef Jerky? A new VNX 5400!? A possibility of something extraordinary?

It’s the end of another year, and we know what that means:

  • Our swimsuits are tucked away (unless you live in CA/FL…)
  • We’re about to start going to the gym again…
  • Did you get that project done by the EOY deadline?
  • Our new years resolutions are being finalized for the world to know

When I look back on the year that was, I can’t help but notice all of technologies that have surfaced and revolutionized our everyday lives. Today’s world has become incredibly transformed into a digital era. Literally everything is at our fingertips, and of course we take advantage of that. We all tweet, text, watch, talk, think, comment, search, forecast, like, on the same fast-spinning multi-tasking Merry Go ‘Round. And so far, I have been “enjoying” this ride with the best of them!

However, I have very realized recently that as efficient as I can be, and as many things I can get done at one time, and as thankful as I am for all of these capabilities, often times I miss the things that are most prevalent, and most important. Imagine a skipping stone on a lake that never seems to sink…

Skipping-RocksWell today, not tomorrow, is when I decided that I want to live more in the present. I need to live more in the present. Am I saying that I am wearing my non-multitasking patch on my shoulder? Not even close! What I am saying is there is a time for multi-tasking, and there is a time to focus on the present, what is right in front of you.

What are we really in a rush for, anyways?

As we ring in the new year, and as we put the last sprinkle on our resolution sundae, do yourself a favor and focus on what really matters to you. Choose something that can make you a better person. Take your time…

To be continued…


The Truth Behind Success?

Our world is full of constant competition, never ending struggles, and peaks and valleys of successes and failures. From the sports we play, to the professions we strive to master, to the fitness we stick to, to the video games we play, to the promotion we’re after, we’re persistent and ruthless until we cross that proverbial finish line before everyone else.


A question I asked myself last night after a double workout session including but not limited to spin class with a FREAK of an instructor (in a good way) and a Boot Camp class (bad idea to do that after spin- never again) is this:


*Why are we so motivated to succeed?*


As much as motivation is a personal thing and very much a case-by-case basis, why we as a society continue to strive for success fascinates me. Is it because we are afraid of failure? Is it because we enjoy seeing others lose? Why do we LOVE the sweet taste of victory?


On the flip side, why are there those select few who are completely comfortable with mediocrity, so complacent with the constant bronze metal, and so accepting of failure?


Where is the healthy balance of success and failure?


Sweat Is My Comfort Food

As I’ve gone through my transformation (accidental pun) physically and mentally, I’ve made many lifestyle changes. Gym sessions after the work day is done, “Can I get fruit instead of toast?” requests, actually doing things this summer, saying yes more than no to new things, and living in the moment as much as I can has made these last few months some of the best I’ve had.

However, we all know that life is not all roses. Some days are literally unbearable. Nothing goes well, everybody annoys you, and when there’s no way it can get worse, a child rams their door into your car…


So how do you cope with these times? What is your drink of choice? What is your comfort food to “get you through these times”.

For me, one of the craziest changes I’ve noticed is what has become my “comfort food”…

Good ol’ fashioned sweat! Recently, I had one of those days. To cope, I did not eat a pizza, I did not devour a chocolate cake a la mode, nor did I inhale carne asada fries. Instead, I made a swift trip to the gym, and sweat ALL of it off.

The gym has become my happy place, my sanctuary, my reflection pool, my happy hour, and my dessert.

So next time you’re having one of those days we love to hate, instead of wondering if the day can get any worse, count down the minutes/hours/days until you can make it better (how ever you do it).