Over the past several week’s college students around the country have been returning to campus to begin Fall term. Many that have moved through the higher learning experience will cite the years as some of their best and most formative.
While celebrating America’s birthday this week, I’m reflecting on how fortunate I am to have won the birth lottery of being born in America at the end of the 20th century. I can likely attribute more of my personal growth, professional success, and athletic achievements to this than almost all other factors (somewhere a butterfly flaps its wings).
The Rabil Companies team recently added four interns to work through the summer months on a variety of projects (s/o Stu, Haley, Alex, and Sam). Adding to a team of six full-time employees, our intern labor force makes up 1/3 of our team. Some have worked with us in the past; others are joining us for the first time.
Father’s Day was inaugurated in the U.S. in the early 20th century to complement Mother’s Day by celebrating fathers, fathering, and fatherhood. It signifies an opportunity to be with your father or father-figure, reflect on how he/she has provided, mentored, and in many cases, picked you up when you were down. And if you’re as lucky as I am, you’ll get a rare opportunity to be with that person to tell them you love them on this special day.
What I love most about meditation is the ability to become fully aware of the thoughts, ruminations, and feelings that pop up again and again. With MLL season in full swing, the FIL World Championships looming, and my travel/work/training schedule jam-packed, I’ve noticed that my meditation sessions are noisier than usual – I find myself fixating on one or two stressors, oscillating between them, for the duration of the 5- or 10-minute session.
This past weekend, the Rabil Companies team packed up our bags and headed north for the NCAA Men’s Lacrosse Final Four in Boston. The annual event is lacrosse’s largest – garnering peaks in viewership, brand engagement, and collective fanfare.
Here’s a picture of my Mom and me celebrating a WCAC Championship my senior year at DeMatha High School. We were just outside of our nation’s capital, I was 18 years old, with a letter of intent to play Division 1 lacrosse at Johns Hopkins University, and was in love with the sport.
It was not uncommon for my mother to stand in the doorway of our Gaithersburg, MD home, one foot propping the screen door open, yelling, “Paul – dinner is on the table! Come inside!”.
On Saturday, I suited up for the first game of the 2018 season with the New York Lizards. “The first” always represents an interesting litmus test across team dynamics, personal conditioning, and off-season preparation.