Just after midnight on the 1st January this year I confidently asserted that the correct time is on the last of Big Ben’s chimes, not the first.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
A fine way to start the year, although as a very slight sign of personal growth I was willing to check and admit my mistake and in doing so I read each hour hand weighs 300kg and is 2.7m long, and each minute hand weighs 100kg and is 4.2m long, but the clock engineers use nothing more than pennies to speed-up or slow down the mechanism.
The inevitable analogy should be hitting you with all the subtly of a charging rhino. I’ve written before about focusing on changing a world rather than the world. Reading the news at the moment makes it seem like there is little within our control: I believe we should instead focus on hyper-local changes. You, your family, your neighbours, your community.
You could write an email every day (/week/month), wake up fifteen minutes earlier, turn off the TV at 10pm instead of 11pm.
Volunteer for something, pick-up a few pieces of rubbish instead of tutting at the mess, slow down a bit as you drive through a residential neighbourhood.
Email a different client each day to ask how they are, review your to-do list in the morning instead of your Facebook account – or just commit to admitting when you are wrong.