G Notes

The difference between an athlete and a winner is ambition. The difference isn't talent level, particularly the higher the level of competition (i.e. professional sports). At the pro level there's not much difference between athletes in terms of physical skill and talent. The difference is simply a matter of "who wants it more." The thing that sets one apart from another is ambition. What sets Michael Jordan apart? Ambition. What sets Tom Brady apart? Ambition. What sets Bobby Boucher apart? Ambition. Ambition is passion. It's obsession. It's doing whatever it takes to be the best, to be #1, to beat your opponent. Ambition is that thing inside a competitor that compels them to sacrifice in order to accomplish their goal. Ambition is what leads an athlete to put in the time in the weightroom in the off-season. It's what motivates them to be the first one in the gym and the last one to leave. It's what drives them to watch their diet and watch the...

"Ambition" means "to seek after earnestly." It's possessing such a deep desire for something that you willingly and urgently strive toward attaining it. So what is it that you earnestly seek after? What is your ambition? If you're not sure how to answer those questions, then take a moment to honestly reflect on these: What is it that motivates you? What do you daydream about? What is it that thrills your heart and fills your thoughts with imagination? What do you spend your time and money on? If you could do one thing, what would it be? If you had one wish, what would you wish for? We all have ambition. We all have the capacity to seek earnestly after something. If you doubt this, lose your keys. You will destroy your house in order to find your keys. Why? It's because you need your keys. You can't lock and unlock doors without them. You can't start the car without them. Understanding how dependent you are on your keys, you willin...

I'm a rocker. I get the "Led" out. I'm an "atomic punk" riding the "crazy train." I'm a "voodoo child," making my way down "mean street." I'm a "youth gone wild" that's "livin' on a prayer." When I'm out on the "gypsy road," "I can't drive 55." And "right now," "for those about to rock" I salute you. The rocker in me hopes that heaven is filled with face melting guitar shredding, gut bustin' drum solos, and high octane, power vocals. My hope is that amps will be turned up to "11." I'm hoping for an eternal, facedown, head bangers' ball. But I have a nagging fear that heaven will not thunder with high voltage rock. My suspicion is that heaven will be filled with the 1-3 beat of disco. Allow me to explain. Genesis 1:27-28 says: God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created...

My 22 month old daughter is a total carbo-loader. And her carb of choice is bread, particularly toasted bagel. Edie loves her some bread (pardon my southernism). It's astonishingly amazing how much she craves bread. I guess she needs the carbs to fuel her daily naps, her diva tantrums, and her very demanding potty training regimen. But something drastically changed recently. Plain toasted bagel is suddenly not adequate. The problem is that Edie has discovered the joy of butter. (I suspect this was the doing of a grandparent, though I've been unable to prove it. That's a topic for a different post - " How to confront your baby's daddy's daddy "). So now, not only does Edie demand bread but she demands bread with butter (pronounced "bowda"). Given her new found obsession with butter, an ample amount of that savory, fatty goodness must be liberally spread onto her toasted bagel. But here's where it gets tricky. The bagel must pass the butter t...