“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” ~Mark Twain
I’ve been blogging part-time for the past year. I started off doing a lot of it over at Multifamily Insiders and still do from time to time. The way I look at it, this blogging thing is really just a way to speak, to you, to others, about stuff rattling around in my brain. In January, I decided to register my own domain name and over the course of this year have built a very small gathering of followers. I’m not famous, I’m not a webrity, my traffic numbers are paltry at best but it’s hard for me to be mad about that. Blogging only gives back as much as you give it. It’s time though to breathe some more life into BSitko. Over the next 6 months here’s my improvement plan:
I post when I get an idea that nags at me until I type it out. Blogging is a hobby, a way to talk things out and if I felt that I had to do it to fill a “deadline”, will it be fun anymore? I do want this blog to become successful though. So going forward I DO need to post regularly. Twice a week. Hopefully you will all enjoy the expanded content selection.
This isn’t just to brown nose or strictly for selfish reasons alone. There are blogs I read almost everyday and I mostly remain silent on them. Blogging is a community and I need to participate fully in it.
Blogging about social media is fun. Sometimes I like to chat it up with my multifamily industry people. Other times my kids do something so ridiculous I need to talk about that. On occasion, I spot a new gadget out there that I need to talk about. The problem with being too broad is I keep confusing people when they come here. If you’re arriving for a social media article and you spot a parenting one and one talking about renting apartments, I’m sure you click away confused. Should this broad approach continue or do I need to focus on just one thing? What do you think?
What does blogging mean to me.
Something Amber Naslund said in her excellent post from last week helps me keep it in perspective. Blogging helps “me establish an area of expertise, a personality and point of view, and work through ideas that interest me” For reasons I couldn’t put into words before, they describe why I do what I do today… hopefully going forward there will be more of it.
I’m 37 years old. To some that’s young and to others that’s ancient. Your perspective is probably brought on by your own age and your own experiences. I won’t hold it against you for either viewpoint. I mention this because to most who know me, I’m constantly prattling away about how “old” I am and always quipping about how “They don’t make things like they used to”. Part of me is just joking when I say this and part of me is serious. I don’t like getting older.
Can’t control time
This worrying about my age stuff IS kind of dumb don’t ya think? I can’t control time. Tomorrow I will wake up, breathe in, glance at my daughter who I’m sure is waiting for me to take her to the bathroom and get another day older. That’s inevitable. Two months ago that cheery morning routine was partially interrupted with a dull pain in the center of my back. It was annoying, I thought little of it, and after a few it settled down and stopped. Every week thereafter that annoying dull pain stopped going away quickly and instead remained behind. At first it was mid morning, then early afternoon, the mid afternoon and finally, it didn’t go away at all.
Heading off to see Mr. Emergency Room doctor.
Last Friday after work, I laid down on the couch in my living room and didn’t want to get up. Well maybe that’s not quite right. I laid down on the couch in my living room and COULDN’T get up. It was then I realized that I needed help. After spending half the night in the ER on delalutin (which was really good stuff by the way), I found out I have a pinched nerve in my back. For anyone who has experienced this kind of back pain, you’ll understand the amount of discomfort I’ve been in. More to the point though it was then, while laying on the hospital bed and listening to the doctor explain what I had, that I realized I’m no longer in my twenties. I mean I’m REALLY not, forget the jokes about my age, and the offhanded comments about getting older, that was when the reality of my “situation” set in. I can no longer take my body for granted and I am not invincible. I believe we all have that moment…have you had yours?
Guy walks into a bar. Next time he needs to watch where he’s going.
“You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance.” ~Franklin P. Jones
I’m watching my 5 and 3 year old lay on the floor and pay vigil to another CGI movie, Ice Age. It’s a “relaxing” time as a parent and part time blogger because I can actually sit here and type something and they aren’t demanding my undivided attention. These moments are rare and typically only occur in 5 minute increments. You see we have strict laws in this house. When I’m home I am forced to abide by the 5 minute rule. Rule #3.001 as decreed in the Szczytko Family precepts of 2006 are hereby given:
You are not allowed to go more than 5 minutes without being interrupted.
This can mean anything. My normal newspaper tucked under the armpit bathroom break? Better hurry up.
“Dad I need to ask you a question!”
“Son I’m in the bathroom!”
Even in the shower… *Curtain moves*
“DAD! Brooke said a bad word, do you want me to say it? Hey! I see your butt!”
One of the lessons we try to teach (and fail miserably at) is when not to interrupt someone. Having a conversation with someone can often be a challenge:
“So yes Bob we’ve been playing around with some social..”
“…we started getting…”
“OH my goodness, what do you need son?”
The crazy part is we’ve explained to them a million times to wait until people are done speaking in order to ask your question. They aren’t getting it.
I’m a typical guy when it comes to potty talk. I find it hilarious. On occasion I’ve been guilty of actually encouraging it. My wife has given me the lecture and so over the past few months I’ve been trying to de-encouraging it. The problem is the kids aren’t recognizing that it isn’t okay to do it and especially not when at a restaurant. My daughter always seems to do it right when there’s a lull in the restaurant conversation “Dad! My butt stinks!”
“Dad I want that strawberry milk box!”
“Yeah but Brooke I don’t have one to give you.”
“But Dad I don’t want the chocolate. I want strawberry.”
“Brooke I don’t have a strawberry one.”
“Dad! I want a strawberry.”
This could go on like this for hours if I let it. I will typically sigh and start singing a childrens song.
“Dad can I get a juicebox?”
*SHAKES MY HEAD* “No Luke you don’t need one right now.”
“Dad can I get a juicebox?”
“Dad can I get a juicebox?”
“Dad can I get a juicebox?”
Perhaps they feel that we’re susceptible to the Chinese water torture technique. It never works. Perhaps they feel that asking repeatedly makes things magically appear. See above.
“Dad I dropped my toy, can you pick it up for me?”
“Luke I’m driving, I can’t do that.”
“But it’s right there on the floor. Don’t you see it?”
After listening to this for the 3rd time on a 5 mile trip, I wish the van had an ejector seat. I should write Honda about that.
I kid of course (no pun intended). My kids are my everything. To be honest, I don’t remember what life was like without them. Some day I hope they’ll read this post and laugh like Heather and I did while coming up with it. I hope they’ll understand how much we really love them. We do. Someday when they’re off with their friends and only utilize my wife and I as a taxi service, we’ll want the 5 minute rule back. I’m sure of it…aren’t I?
What lessons are your kids having trouble learning? Care to share…?
I was standing in the field with my daughter, a cool bay breeze was blowing off the water. We were getting ready for the whistle to blow and officially begin the annual Easter Egg Hunt at our community beach. Brooke was telling me how fast she was going to run and “Dad I’m going to get 100 eggs!” I was smiling my daddy smile, as I so often do after little sentences like this, when the lady in charge announced that the maximum amount of eggs per kid was 12. Wait a minute ma’am did you just say maximum?
What does a maximum teach our kids?
There are several groups of kids out there vying for eggs. Some are aggressive and given their attitude would no doubt take all of the eggs if they could. Some kids just aren’t aggressive enough. They arrive at the last minute to an egg only to be superseded by the aggressive kid. In the end, they’d get their 12 eggs but probably not more than that. Then there are some that fiddle fart around, pick daisies and feel the cool bay breeze. They’d walk in with their 6 and wonder why they couldn’t get more.
Once you introduce a maximum you eliminate the aggressive kids who want to go above and beyond. You allow those daisy pickers to take their sweet old time and eventually get their 12. What you really do is make everybody average.
Do you want to be average?
No you probably don’t. Are you? Please don’t tell me that you allow maximums to hold you back. I’m hoping you’re that type of person who grabs 25 eggs and doesn’t feel bad for the one holding 6. Look if the 6 kid wants more, he needs to watch what the others do, develop the passion for getting better and come back next year to crush it. That’s how you learn.
It’s like giving kids medals for just playing.
I pretended to not hear the lady in charge. Brooke went out and picked a whole bunch of eggs. Kids were walking off the field and leaving them behind. Brooke grabbed them. We came back with over 2 dozen and didn’t feel bad about that. You’ll say I’m a rule breaker and you’re probably right. I thought it was a silly rule which doesn’t teach the kids anything. Go out and get them…don’t let someone tell you that you can’t.
Life is an Easter Egg hunt.
The eggs are your dreams, aspirations, knowledge. Are you going out there and grabbing as many of them as you can or do you sit in the back, pick daisies and wonder “Why not me?” Don’t let somebody tell you, just before the whistle goes off, that you can just have 12. Go out and get 30. What’s the worst that happens? They’ll kick you out and take your eggs away? Bah. Next year just buy the beach, have your own egg hunt and make your own rules.
Happy Easter…go out there today and find some of your own eggs.
Turkey day has come and gone this year. I over ate to an extreme and was sound asleep by 9:30. Anyone who has small kids can understand how stressful a day like Thanksgiving can be. But seriously… I’m really thankful for that.
I’m sure thankful for my kids. I love them. I’m thankful for my wife… who gave birth to them. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I’m thankful for my old job. Without it I never would’ve found and fallen in love with my wife. I’m thankful for my ex-girlfriend. Without her I never would’ve moved to Maryland and gotten that old job. I’m thankful for York College. If I didn’t go there I never would’ve met my ex-girlfriend, never moved to Maryland and wouldn’t have gotten that old job. I’m sure thankful for my parents’ high school band. Without it they never would’ve met, fallen in love and had me. Speaking of parents I’m thankful for my wife’s. Without them their daughter would never have been born and there would’ve been no need to meet my ex-girlfriend, move to Maryland and work for that old job where I met her.
It’s funny how life is really nothing but small decisions compounded on one another. Some of those decisions might impact your next 20 minutes and some might impact you for generations. Imagine what would’ve happened if on the day my father signed up for the band, he was sick and stayed home? Or I never talked to my ex-girlfriend in the basement of my fraternity house? I could be named Charlie and living in New Jersey as an accountant. Or I could just be living in New Jersey in the basement of my parents house. The outcomes and possibilities are staggering.
I’m sure glad things worked out as they have. The next time you think about whether to go to McD’s or Burger King for lunch just remember that it could have an impact on your son’s son’s son. Too deep? Probably. It’s why most of us are just thankful for the things around us; those that we often take for granted on a daily basis. This Thanksgiving I’m thankful for EVERYTHING; even my ex-girlfriend.