Celebrate everything — a journey to success

A belated Merry Christmas to all, and I do hope Santa was good to you — and yes, I still believe in Santa Claus. It was a wonderful Christmas with stockings and presents and a fine prime rib cooked to perfection (See recipe below. My gift to you.)

In my daughter’s stocking, she received a cribbage board and a deck of playing cards — a game neither of us had played in many years. If you are not familiar with Cribbage (or Crib), the object is to score 121 points using various combinations of cards; these card combinations that add up to 15 or 31 get you two points when pegging and when counting, combinations of 15 get you two points and various combinations get you other points. All of this counting is recorded on a board with holes that takes you to the magic number of 121. The Internet will offer a much thorough overview.

Between the last present being opened and the first potato being peeled, we decided to play a game or two. It didn’t take long to remember the rules but counting efficiently took a little time — any given hand can result in points anywhere from 0 to 29, and depending on the hand, counting can get a little tricky.

As we started getting into the game I counted out, “15-2 and a pair is four”. As I went to peg my points out my daughter simply said, “fantastic”. The second time I counted out, “15-2, 15-4 and a run of 3 for 7” she piped in with, “Great.”

We played two games and whenever I counted there was a comment of celebration. A Pair of 2s and a Pair of 7s — “Great !” 15-2, 15-4, 15-6, 15-8 and three of a kind makes 14 — “Way to go!” I asked her why she was so enthusiastic when I scored such low points and she simply said, “I’m a cheerleader.” It was at that moment I knew what kind of leader she is, understood her success, and the reason for her promotions. We laughed every time she offered encouragement for my score, and we discussed the hand we just played as well as how we could have played the hand better. We had wonderful time reconnecting with a game we loved.

Afterwards it struck me how the game of cribbage, at least the way my daughter plays it, is a metaphor for achieving a goal. As you progress to any goal, generally speaking you need to know that there will be times where you don’t progress at all, many times you progress a little, and some times you progress considerably. Each is to be celebrated, reviewed, and built upon. It simply is how you go about achieving any goal.

They were close games, I can’t wait to play again.

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*Best to use a Prime Rib with the bone and has rested till it is at room temperature. Liberally coat the meat with Kosher salt and let it stand for one hour. Finally, coat the meat with a Butter and Herb to Provence mixture and put it in a roasting pan. Pre-heat the oven to 500° F, and then using math, multiply the weight of the Prime Rib by 5 — this will be the cooking time. Once the oven is at 500° F put the pan in the oven for the required time plus one minute. When the timer goes off, turn the oven off and let the Prime Rib stay in the oven for two hours. Do not open the door for two hours. Don’t let anyone else open the door for two hours.

After two hours you may open the door. The Prime Rib will be cooked perfectly. Enjoy!

Reminders — your choices are all yours

happy or unhappy

kind or cruel

generous or selfish

Choices are rarely black or white but rather a spectrum of grey and rarely right or wrong because life and circumstance make everything just a little messy. Although, with enough time and like a scatter plot, your tendency will lean one way or the other and offer a reflection of who you are.

knowledgeable or ignorant

trustworthy or unreliable

honest or deceptive

Freewill is to blame (ask any philosopher). It gives us the ability to choose, set our own destiny and by extension, becomes a major contributor to our identity and place in the world. I am not suggesting this is the only factor that contributes to who you are or that all choices are equal, simple, or easy. In many cases choice is not binary and there are more than two choices available — although in many of the most important aspects of who we are (or want to be), it does lean one way or another and is easy to call out the choice you have made.

tenacious or complacent

accepting or intolerant

brave or complicit

Choice, and the results of your choice, brings consequence. It always strikes me funny when I hear someone say, “That’s not who I am” because of something they have done. Without fail, and sometimes out loud I say, “of course it is, it’s exactly who you are”.

responsible or careless

hardworking or lazy

humble or arrogant

It’s important to own your choices. One reason is because you don’t want to find yourself reflecting on your life and dwell on the regrets as a result of your choices. A second reason is simple accountability. It is imperative to take accountability for who you are and the consequences of your choices — it is the only way to ensure you are the person you want to be. If you don’t look in the mirror and self correct you, will find yourself looking back on your life with a list of grievances and reasons why it was someone else’s fault.

It was no accident the choices I offered were of character and not simply should I be a lawyer or a welder. As we come to the end of 2024 and as impossible as it sounds, in many respects it is worse than 2023, I keep wondering if we are simply choosing wrong. More and more, social media content stream AI generated content that reflect exaggerated, if not completely made up, content. How long until I can’t tell it is AI generated? It is obvious we are leaning into deceit in this regard, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe honesty will take us to a better place. I should point out that AI does not make character choices but its current masters do so we can only hope.

I believe more than ever we need to look in the mirror when it comes to our choices and the consequences. 2025 is just around the corner, and I think it’s fair to say we need to course correct a little.

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Reminders — Covid-19... it's been nearly five years

It just occurred to me that it has been almost five years since the SARS-CoV-2 virus introduced itself to the world — the new pathogen was identified in December 2019. I don’t think it’s necessary to spend much time reviewing what happened after that because everyone was invited to the party. We had not seen anything like it since the Spanish Flu of 1919-1920, many people died because of it (over 7 million people worldwide according to the WHO), and the effects of Covid-19 left its mark. Four years later, I am sure everyone has thoughts on it still.

Other than perspectives on my journey, all I will say is Mother Nature gave us a break by giving us the Omicron variant which made it a much easier landing. And cryptically speaking, the Great Mother has been doing what she does for billions of years, and homo sapiens been doing what we do for 150,000 years (give or take) — we should be much more humble with regards to what we believe we actually accomplished.

Because of my background, I took an interest in the situation very early and started to identify sources of information that offered a scientific perspective and government policy to help navigate the unknown. In the beginning we knew there was an unknown virus and it was deadly and then the official lock downs started in March of 2020. A very unfamiliar reality set in.

• We all formed bubbles of existence to do our part to reduce the spread of the virus — my father was 90 years old at the time, lived on his own and was very much at risk. My bubble of existence became very small.

• Saturday night Zoom calls with close friends over wine, bourbon, or cocktail of choice, were life reaffirming. We shared information, thoughts, and tried to navigate the situation together.

• When the warmer weather came and with everything closed, I walked, and then I ran the stairs at the Wallace Street Bridge. It was freeing.

• Dr John Campbell was my go-to source for Covid-19 news. He always cited his information and drew his line in the sand with science.

Eventually there were whispers of a vaccine and one day I received a notice I was eligible for the new Oxford AstraZeneca Covid Vaccine in my neighbourhood as part of a pilot project — I signed up right away and two shots later I was feeling good. Lock down rules were easing (although in fits and starts) and drinks on a patio became a real thing. There was an air of normalcy, and we were heading in the right direction.

• Shortly after my Covid 19 shots, the AstraZeneca vaccine was discontinued in Canada because of blood clotting concerns.

• The wild type of SARS-CoV-2 had been mutating and luckily the Omicron variant came along. The data was showing it was less virulent — just as infectious as the Delta variant but far less deadly

• Government policy seemed erratic, and you couldn’t help wonder what was driving the policy. Weren’t they looking at the data?

• There was one brief window where the local shops were open before Christmas, and I did all my shopping in the neighbourhood. Shortly after Christmas, I received a card from one of the owners — she told me how much she appreciated my business, and it helped her make it through the year.

• When the reminders about getting a booster started to show up on my phone, I elected to be boosted by Omicron (or one of the other variants). There was data that showed having vaccines boosted by the natural virus gave a better immunity (which made sense to me). It wasn’t lost on me that I couldn’t have a booster from a vaccine that potentially caused blood clots, but I could have a booster from a vaccine that potentially caused myocarditis.

• I had been running lots of stairs and felt great — and I was back to the gym and stronger than ever.

It was just over two years and collectively we were all trying to get back to what we remember. For my part, I had registered for an April bike race, and on the day of the race, there was this overwhelming feeling to not be outside, not be around people, and get back to where I would be safe. It was not until I started to ride did the feeling evaporate.

Since then, we are back into routines free of constant Covid messaging and lock downs. Now we are mostly dealing with the economic fallout and the mental health ramifications of being scared shitless for more than two years. Regarding the latter, I wonder if the term Mental Health refers to true mental health issues, or does it also reflect poor resilience and coping skills, or worse still, just simply bad behaviour.

As I look at the legacy of Covid-19, there are two things that have stayed with me.

• Health is very important and makes you more resilient — the healthier you were through Covid-19, the greater chance of surviving (most deaths were associated with underlying health conditions). This is not to minimize all the very healthy people who died before their time. As we know, Covid-19 was deadly.

• I don’t trust so easily anymore — I am not cynical at all, but I do not take anything at face value anymore, will want to see proof and a willingness to answer questions. And if it’s on social media, I just assume it’s “made up”.

So here we are, November 2024, and I’m sporting what is turning out to be a not so bad looking moustache and soul patch because it’s Movember after all and all about men’s health. Recognizing men’s health is important because sometimes we aren’t really that bright — it’s something I learned over the past five years.

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