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Donut Resolutions

Dear Members and Constituents,
Happy New Year! A cheerful time for fresh starts and trying new things. The glass isn’t half-full, it’s full to the brim. This blissful optimism can lead to some rather unrealistic resolutions. Not that there is anything wrong with setting a high standard. Stretch goals are good, so long as they are also achievable, however…
  • If your idea of exercise is a leisurely stroll around the block, don’t resolve to complete an Iron Man –might I suggest you start with a 5K run and work your way up from there. 
  • If your daily reading is limited to e-mail, you might not want to expand to world literature by dusting-off Tolstoy’s War and Peace. 
  • If you’re running for elected office, don’t resolve to win by a landslide –eight votes may be all it takes
My guess is that if we all took this approach we might actually keep our resolutions this year (what a concept!).
Personally, this year I’m resolving to:
  • Listen more closely. Hopefully, by doing this I will interrupt others less and be able to provide better insights when I do speak. 
  • Make more mistakes. This should be the result of trying more things outside my comfort zone (not deliberately setting-out to make mistakes). 
  • Work on making my smile lines deeper. This resolution is more about the process than the result itself
Something else is new this morning. Warren Baxley (donut boy) has the distinction of becoming the Friday Donut Club’s first former Global Crossing member. His debut, as might be expected, is made-up of four dozen delicious LaMar’s donuts. Before your morning routine ties you-up, you should resolve to come on over, grab the year’s first donut and get that positive momentum going.
Happy Friday!

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