Setting Goals, and an Elementary School Incident
When I was in elementary school, there was this kid, Bob Pouliot, who as it happens is now music director and conductor for the City of Fairfax Band. I knew if I Googled him he’d be in charge of some orchestra somewhere or otherwise pretty famous, since he probably had more musical talent than any other kid I knew.
So anyway, Bob Pouliot was quite a fan of Peanuts comics, and taught us all how to draw Snoopy, which was pretty slick. He also got me reading Peanut comics collections. I remember this one comic that had a concept in it that I didn’t understand as a kid, and that ruined the joke, but at least I got to learn the concept from my mother.
So two peanuts characters are talking (I forget which ones):
“I’ve made my New Year’s Resolutions.”
“Are you kidding? New Year’s Resolutions? It’s April !”
“I have my own fiscal year.”
So that’s how I learned what a fiscal year was.
My New Year’s Resolutions
So here I am, at the end of June, having just turned the death defying age of forty-eight, on the verge of perhaps spitting out a new years resolution or two.
Resolved:
I’m going to lose weight. That’s pretty vague, isn’t it? But I really should, and let’s face it, that one is the classic, the gold standard, the cadillac of resolutions. If new years resolutions were a president, that one would be Baberaham Lincoln.- I’m going to work on a more comprehensive business strategy than I have now, which goes outside my comfort zone significantly in the following areas:
- Listing presentation.
- Client follow-up.