Valentine’s Day is exactly ten months away.
It’s a very special day for us.
We miss you.
A lot.
Carter, Carter, Carter
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He Ain’t No Einstein
No, but he has two gifts that he works to his advantage.
Know what they are?
We all have them delivered to us at birth.
Most likely, however, we throw the directions away too early and never recover.
They are profoundly simple and yet, simply profound.
And it will have to wait until tomorrow.
Meanwhile, maybe you can guess. Maybe not.
My Challenge to You?
You’re an adult.
You can do whatever you want.
And maybe that’s your greatest opportunity.
What?
Maybe, because you can do whatever you want, you do.
True leadership involves doing things we don’t want to do.
Read, exercise, pray, work – a lot.
Try reading all five of these blogs for 30 days.
That’s my challenge to you. I guarantee you’ll think differently if you stay with it.
2,000 Blog Posts?
Not any more.
Passed 2,000 blog posts today.
The way it seems, there are only two others blogging more prolifically:
- Perez Hilton
- Seth Godin
Weird. Lots of weird stuff in the past few days. When you begin to read all five, everyday, you’ll see how everything in life is linked.
You’ll satisfy your curiosity, in real time, for how an ordinary person lives an extra-ordinary life. Not because of any special gifts or talents, but simply using focus and discipline.
Effort and focus in one area pays dividends in another. Lack of focus in one area, negatively impacts another.
Sorry, you already know that.
PS. This is why there are five daily blogs: MIND, BODY, SPIRIT, MONEY and HQ (headquarters).
I Am Jack’s Boy
We are all we think we are. And we are none of it.
Shortly after my Dad’s passing ten years ago, I had many thoughts about life. Typical thoughts, I guess. The ones we all have.
Whenever I return home to Spring Grove, Pennsylvania, and people in their late 60’s and early 70’s especially, remember my Dad, I smile.
He was a drummer. A really good one. He played at their weddings, dances and other social functions. He taught some of their kids drum lessons. He worked beside many of them at “The Mill”, for 38 years, until early on-set, rapid progression Alzheimer’s disease forced early retirement.
Those small town folk remember my Dad, but they don’t know my name.
They just refer to me as, Jack’s boy.
When you go home, who are you?