Disney Creativity and Innovation Keynote Speaker
One million+ people globally while at Disney Institute.
Retired Disney Institute Keynote Speaker and Prolific Blogger. Five daily, differently-themed personal blogs (about life's 5 big choices) on five interconnected sites.
The other night I told our son, “I’m bothered, but not bored.”
I’m bothered by the work load I put on myself. Career, home, church, gym, home, family, retirement.
I’m not bored by any of it though.
Why?
Because I love it. None of it feels like work. So, being bored is the last thing on my mind.
Except for one small detail, and I must confess, “I’m bored with being bothered!”
“Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.” — Life Is Good slogan
I used to look for sea shells on Sanibel Island, Florida. You know the ones – the perfect shape and color. The ones that looked like they came from the sea shell store.
Not any more.
Now, I look for ones that are unique and special – broken and beautiful.
Just like us humans.
Broken and beautiful.
Like Tiger Woods.
Like me.
Like you.
Recently discovered how to easily schedule blog posts for future dates.
This week has been dedicated to experimenting with the newly found app. It’s embarrassingly easy. Should have figured this out long ago, but instead, only this past weekend.
On one blog, I’ve scheduled the next ten daily blog posts. Others (5 total) a few days ahead, and a couple just a day in advance.
I still write five every morning; however, I’m writing a few “buffer blog posts”, for those days and weeks when the unexpected happens.
Dream big and do something great. Even if it’s a “small” great, like making a sad or lonely person smile.
Yesterday, as I was adding some tags to the blog post, I typed Regret. That word came to mind because it was the key driver in the decision to ride a bicycle across the country. Or not.
If I didn’t do it before I settled down and started a career somewhere, I knew I would probably never have the chance again.
Job, career, marriage, house, bills, family, kids, responsibilities, worries, challenges, health, cars, vacations, promotions, yada yada.
And so on October 5, 1982, with $75 in my pocket, I left Philadelphia for Washington State.
Regret is awesome. Otherwise, I would never have left.
That image of those three bicyclists at 8,000 feet, with the Colorado Rocky Mountains above and below them, was permanently etched on my brain.
I had just turned 13. And yet, I was thinking and dreaming as if I were an adult.
Their summit, the Continental Divide, was still potentially a few hours away for them, at 10,000-plus feet elevation.
Our bus would reach the summit in just ten more minutes.
Have you ever dreamed of doing something uncommonly care-free and ultra-adventurous?
Why?
What is that voice inside all of us that speaks to our desire to go on an adventure that is far beyond our present understanding and capabilities?
And wouldn’t it be nice if we could still tap into that now, and make the adventure of being a responsible adult, exciting and even, “fashionable”?