Yesterday, I read the free sample of a book called The Purpose Driven Life, by Rick Warren, and holy fuck! Talk about a book I would NOT recommend!!! That was like an anarchist manifesto full of false promises in the blindest manifestation I’ve yet seen of faith! I read it from a mention by legendary swimmer Michael Phelps, on a pretty good episode of the Tim Ferriss podcast with him and Grant Hackett, given I have the intent to sample at least a book a week as a resolution in 2021 I’ve yet to post. Michael described it as a book he’d recommend, introduced to him by former football great Ray Lewis, who I knew was more passionate about his faith than his football. Yet, I like to learn about approaches to finding purpose in life enough that I thought I’d give it a try, even one with the Christian approach if it came via Ray Lewis and I am not religious… and am not planning to become religious any time soon. But before I get on with things, I should redeem Michael Phelps with the other book he recommended, which’s sample I also read, and have put on my “to read in the future” list. That was The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, by Mark Manson. Interesting, the two books were about the same thing, how to focus your life on the things that matter most. One was just things in a prison cell, the other was things in the rest of the world.
Corporations have Boards of Directors to represent the shareholders’ interest, to steer the organization towards a sustainable future, define and adhere to its mandates, etc. They do so with their expertise, experience, and insight into matters relevant to the organization. But what if that corporation was you? And its operations your life? Who would you have on your Board of Directors?
Software and hardware usually have a number with them to denote their version. Think Windows 10, iPhone 12, or Android 11, for example. In days of less savvy marketing, and in the operational world, these software and hardware versions often also have a decimal to them, like Android 4.1, for smaller updates and/or upgrades compared to the more major ones that changed by the whole number. On this system of numerical version naming, I thought to myself, what version would I be if I thought about the changes I had gone through as a person in life?
Unlike many people I know, quite possibly most people I know, I don’t have a single or fractional tattoo on my body. The latter would be for people who either changed their minds part way through or maybe ran out of money. I only know of one such person, but I’m neither saying who it is, nor why they didn’t complete it. I only include them because if I did the actual counting, they may tip the balance between whether it’s many people I know that have tattoos, or most people I know that have tattoos. As for me, I have no tattoo, despite possibly having the greatest percentage of skin surface area able to support a tattoo among anyone I know, women included, while still having a full head of hair and no wrinkles. I am that smooth and, um, dermy?
As 2020 comes to a close, I wanted to take a few moments to reflect upon a year that was quite unlike any other I had ever lived. As unique as my year might have been to me, though, I’m pretty sure most people would also be able to say that about 2020 in their lives. Here are some memories that stand out at this time of writing before I go finish off a bunch of things on the year.