3 years starts tomorrow!

Today was a big day for me...  I celebrated 2 years at my current position.  Woohoo!  During that time I have helped raise over $220,000, made 44 dreams come true including meet and greets with Kid Rock, Toby Keith, Taylor Swift, LaDainian Tomlinson and LeBron James, and have learned an immense amount about working with many different people.  That's all on top of creating amazing relationships with the people I encounter.  Not too bad for 2 years.

Now, it's time to think about year 3.  What will that look like?  Bigger and better, of course.  But what about me, in a professional development realm?  Well, this blog is going to be a big part of that!  I want to continue to push myself to embrace my bull-headed-ness in a positive way, continue to write, and begin to have my network of peers reach beyond northern Colorado.  Threes have always been really good for me.  So, there it is.  3!

Apparently I seem like superwoman.  We chatted about my two years at the agency today with my office mates, and one of the newer people asked me if I work part time.  Initially I was appalled.  Are you kidding?!?!  Part time?  How about time and a half some weeks?  But, the more I think about it, I'm going to look at it a different way.  If she thinks I accomplished all of that in a matter of 2 years at half time, then well yes.  Yes I am superwoman.  I just need a bit more time than 20 hours a week to save the world.

What about punctuality?

Punctuality.  Being on time.  This is something a bull-headed-babe, such as myself, swears by.  Especially in the professional realm.  Although, it has to be said, I am not very good at it.  I currently have a calendar on my computer as well as a hard copy on my desk (no, I haven't joined to 21st century with a smart phone - I'm worried it will be smarter than myself!).  I also work in a very large county, and travel time does tend to interfere with what I try and do.

I am not alone!  The idea of time is something that doesn't come easy for the children of my father.  My brother and I have to continually fight the late gene that was passed down from his side of the family.  Dad was always on "Steve Time."  Dad had a hard time getting anywhere when he needed to.  We used to tell him that church services, parties, or other get togethers started about a 1/2 hour before they actually did so we would only be fashionably late... Instead of rude.

My dad was a horse trainer.  Have you ever tried to train anything?  Perhaps a husband (I'm still working on this feat... I've heard it takes years), pet (again, I'm still working on this one.  We recently got a new puppy which is certainly a test of patience but totally worth it!), or co-worker (as you know, I work alone, so that's one area of my life I don't have as much constant training requirements - phew!)?  One thing is true about training anything.  It takes time.

So, back to Dad.  He was a horse trainer with an amazing amount of patience.  Some days he would work with the horse for an hour, and other days it was more along the lines of a full-time job with one horse.  It didn't matter how long it took, he would always end on a good note once the animal had reached the skill level Dad was looking for.  And, he always ended on a good note.

The best thing about Dad's flexible time frame was his ability to run into someone at a store and spend genuine time with that person.  Dad may have been a horse trainer, but in actuality his occupation allowed him to be a person lover.  That person may be in a rush and have to cut the visit short, but they always knew that Dad's attention was theirs until they had to go.  What an incredible gift to give someone - and to pass down to his kids!

So, yes.  I may be late sometimes.  That's not to say that my bull-headed-ness isn't being a little bit annoyed.  But please know that if I'm late it's only because I care.