Where were you on Dec. 1, 2013?

December 1, 2013

There are some days that just stick in your mind, right?

You know where you were and what you were doing.  Fortunately, December 1, 2013 isn’t one of those for me.  The only thing I know for absolutely certain that I did that day was log into Click Track Profit.

How do I know that?  I’m glad you asked.

When I logged into CTP this morning it showed 730 days in a row that I had logged in. For those of us who are mathematically challenged, that is two full years.  Means I started the streak on December 1.

The point of this column isn’t Yay Me.  It isn’t about the virtues of CTP, though I am incredibly fond of the program.  It’s all about grinding through and doing positive behavior EVERY SINGLE DAY.

I don’t know what I’ve done every one of the last 730 days.  I know I’ve had the flu a couple of times, I know I’ve had the normal life crisis, I know I’ve had some days that were less than wonderful.

I know I have taken two month long motorcycle trips, and several smaller ones.

But at least once every day, I have switched on my computer and logged into CTP in the course of doing my daily business, no exceptions.  Every day.

The moral of the story is easy.  Just do it.  Don’t say it, don’t pretend it, don’t intend it, JUST DO IT.

You truly will not believe the cumulative effect of doing essential tasks every day.  There is no possible way to minimize it, there is no limit to the top side of it.  Attend to your business every single day and I promise you that in 730 days you will be amazed at your progress.

I am.

I’m just sayin’

Solidarite

Like everybody else with a blog I am writing today in solidarite with the residents of Paris and the people of France.  Je Suis Paris

I weep for your dead and wounded.

I weep for their families and friends.

I weep for the people of France and the fear and anger that they must endure.

I weep for us all.  For those that are hurt.  For those that are afraid.  For those that are angry.  For those innocents that will be caught up in the inevitable retaliation.  For their friends and families.  For the fear and anger that they must endure.  For the circle that must needs close at some point.  I weep for us all.

I weep for the magnitude, and what has changed.

And in the end, I do the only thing I am capable of.

I weep.

I’m just sayin’