Christmas, Cat, and Crucial Conversations
It’s been over a month since I took the time to share my thoughts with the largely anonymous potential that are those online. Rest easy, I’m still out here, walking many of the same paths as those I’ve walked. But somehow, something is different.
As I stay awake for another hour or two to assist in a release that we’re hoping will address a performance issue we’ve been experiencing. My confidence isn’t high and I have a growing list of other attacks and strategies to solve this. I digress, but only a little.
Reflecting on my actions over the past month, I’m noticing something familiar. Too often I’m thinking to myself, “I’ve been here before.” The only problem; it was not a place I liked.
That place I’m talking about is that place where all the roads have deep ruts and you’re in a wagon pulled by a stubborn horse. It’s the place where you go because you don’t remember where you’re supposed to be going and it’s easier for the horse to use the tracks. Making them deeper.
Image: After decorating our tree, Ozzie strikes his unique folded cat pose while taking in the memories, lights, and brilliance of our traditionally fake Christmas tree.