Disneyland.
Sunday morning in Anaheim, California.
Disney’s Grand Californian Resort.
John Wayne Airport.
Atlanta airport.
Orlando airport.
Walt Disney World.
Sunday night in Orlando, Florida.
Home.
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No place (as organized) as home?
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Good Saturday morning, April 26th, from Disneyland in California
Notice the time in the upper right corner?
Seems early, yet it’s actually 6:03am at Walt Disney World (home).
Many say it’s crazy to stay on the home turf time zone when traveling.
Why?
Probably because that’s the Herd’s prevailing wisdom.
Walt Disney also faced prevailing business wisdom, yet he broke all the rules anyway.
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And there is no escaping from the ripple effects of that
No escaping the need to be organized.
We don’t have to be decently organized.
And there is no escaping from the ripple effects of that.
They just keep getting bigger (and worse).
It may take a wake up call or extraordinary discomfort to simplify.
Only one person grants permission for the choice to go or not go.
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Blah…. so sorry fellas…
Felt like this yesterday.
Tough it out.
Come back roaring like a lion.
Roaring on the inside, yet decently hoarse for speaking all day.
Feeling like a million bucks on the inside.
The two will come through as passion.
Passion never fails.
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The days seem too short too often…
At the Happiest Place on Earth for eight days. So far it’s looking like there will be very little opportunity to see much of it.
Making eight hours sleep a priority cuts into available free time. Making time to exercise also cuts into it.
Note: Did have the coolest backstage tour yesterday which was unplanned and remarkably treasured.
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