Do we tinker too much? Or is our self reflection and desire to change our habits a positive thing?
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You're going to fail in life. What you do about it is the important question to answer.
The need to discipline our brains is real; otherwise we believe in the notion that we always need to up to date.
As mentioned last week [https://chrisbowler.com/journal/on-the-court], the Campaign Monitor team got together recently for our annual meet up. As the team grows, having a meet up like this becomes increasingly expensive, both financially and administratively. It's also absolutely vital. Although we live in an incredible time from a technological perspective, there is still no replacement for face to face discussion. Full on interaction between two (or more) human beings requires being present i…
One area worth improving is looking for the good in each and every situation, rather than my more natural reaction. To complain.
As you age, you begin to understand the truth in the old adage “you don’t miss something until it's gone”. This past week, another similar phrase has rung true in the Bowler household: “you don't miss the water until the well runs dry”. We’ve been having some issues with our water for the past couple of months. Mostly a low amount of pressure. After a lot of consultation and investigating, it all came to a head this week when our well pump died completely. Such is the way of things when you liv…
In the past several years, I have worked on several side projects that have never seen the light of day. For those who are not familiar with my story, I cofounded Fusion Ads [http://fusionads.net] and ran that business for several years before selling it late in 2011. While I was running Fusion, I launched several other projects … some to mediocre success, some to no success at all. When you start a business that does well, then move on, there is a constant internal pressure to repeat your succ…
With a slightly furrowed brow, his deep brown eyes flicked back and forth, following the passing scenery as we sped down the highway. Like any four year old boy, his hat was turned backwards and slightly to the side. As he peered out the window, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Was he reflecting on the events of the day, remembering the the perfect blue sky filled with hot sunshine, the time spent in the water, or the delicious and extravagant summer food? I wonder if…