An acquaintance of mine picked up a boxer-mix puppy a few days ago. I don’t know if he’s a previous boxer owner or even how recently he’s had a dog in his life. This got me thinking about the huge number of boxers who eventually find their way into the animal rescue system because well-meaning, warm-hearted owners have no idea what they’re getting into and become overwhelmed by the high maintenance of this particular breed. Considering my buddy has a significant other as well as (I believe) children, the foundation of “patience” and “tolerance” has already been beaten into him. I’m sure he’s going to be a great parent to his newest family member so hopefully my thoughts here serve only to fill a few gaps if they exist. There are endless “how to” guides for new puppy owners on the Internet, so my intention was to focus mostly on my experience with the Boxer breed and the things I learned while sharing my life with one. The easiest way to describe the breed is that they are the dial that goes to 11 where other breeds stop at 10.
The single most fundamental thing about boxers (and many mixed boxers) that you have to learn, quickly, is this… Continue reading Sanity guide for new boxer (or boxer mix) owners
You know the feeling – the feeling of being left behind in the race for achievement. Of falling back in ‘the game’. For some people, the game is keeping up with the Joneses: marrying a good catch, living in a nice house, driving the right car, having a good job, kids that do well at school. For others, it is enjoying life’s pleasures – the best vacations, the most enjoyable parties, with the most exciting partiers. Then there are people who are forever pursuing harmony and peace in their lives, resolving the discordant threads one by one, and for some the game is living up to their personally defined objective definition of personal development.
For most, it is a combination with a common thread: Am I moving up in the world at an acceptable pace, or am I running out of time? Am I maximizing my potential?
I have cut-n-paste this article in its entirety from a blog entry at Harvard Business Review (blogs.hbr.org) because I think it’s a fascinating read.
What does it mean to be an entrepreneur? I have heard far too many answers to this question. Everything from being a risk taker, inventor, a small business owner, to being just plain crazy or lucky. But none of these things have anything to do with entrepreneurialism, and frankly neither does much of what I have read in business books. Even the always insightful Malcolm Gladwell, in a recent New Yorker article on the subject, only got it half right.
Being an entrepreneur is something far different than what most people think. It is not about behavior (whether risk-prone or risk-averse); it is not about business type (you can run a small business, a public company, a division of a company, or be an investor); and it is not about title (you do not have to be a CEO to be an entrepreneur). Instead, I see it as a personality trait. There are plenty of small business owners and start-up founders who do exceptionally well — but are not what I would consider entrepreneurs. Just like in big business, you can be a successful general manager without being an entrepreneur or entrepreneurial.
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I, like a lot of entrepreneurial-minded individuals, struggle with staying engaged and motivated on whatever project happens to be in front of me at the moment. There have been projects in the past where I have had multiple people involved and focused on getting some kind of product out the door. Most of the time, however, it’s just me, an idea, and what I believe is perfect timing for the market I’m trying to break into.
When you are alone and have limited or no help, the pylons in the road can seem like sideways-parked cities buses. A little lethargy can feel like a motivation-robbing deep depression. A technical challenge that takes you 6 hours to work through can sometimes make you feel as though you just flushed an entire week down the toilet for little to no gain.
I don’t know what the trick is to keep going or if there’s a magic tonic I can rub on the festering sore that is my need to succeed at a start-up. All I know is that, at 41, the candle of my youthful enthusiasm is not quite as tall as it used to be and to quit now would force me to account for the many, many years of spouse-less, child-less, job-less, possession-less existence that I’ve been quietly keeping in the closet.
Onward and upward I say. It’s now or never!