Family – Page 2 – Disney Leadership Keynote Speaker

If you had two and one half years to live

Disney's Pluto — See ya later. Photo from the USATF Annual Meeting a few days ago.

At this point in life, i am asking myself if i should be immersed in doing what i love.

For context, i’m not oblivious to the daily adult responsibility that never goes away.

So i’m fully cognizant that i can’t abandon my adult roles.

What i’m talking about now is what would appear to be the art of living, loving, thinking, playing, contributing, and leaving.

Loving, thinking, playing, contributing, and leaving.

Loving, thinking, playing, contributing, and leaving an organized compass for my family, particularly our son (16).

It would seem to me that every aspect of what i do now ought to be filtered through the lens of love, joy, art, and contribution.

It would also seem there is zero room for fitting into a prescribed way or mold.

Should we dare to follow our own voice?

Even if it’s something others may frown upon, or worse, think is crazy, self-indulgent, or ridiculous?

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Allentown

Quote about farmers — Most of Allentown was once utilized by Farmers.

Packing light is a metaphor for traveling through life. A heavy load is harder to carry.

In a few hours we’ll be in Allentown. Four days to visit and witness Cheryl’s second cousin, Joshua, receive his Eagle Scout award.

Packing light.

Expecting the visit to be glorious.

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Christmas in September?

Christmas Decorations trigger us to spend

If there was no gift giving, what would Christmas mean to each of us?

And for how long?

Christmas in September? Society, through media and big budget marketing, has spent decades hyping up the Christmas gift giving tradition. Look at black Friday and cyber Monday after Thanksgiving. All intended to get us to spend a lot of money.

Yesterday and the day before I spent time, all of four waking hours total.

Time is money, and I spent as much as possible.

Four hours over two days doesn’t seem like much.

Compared to possibly never seeing them again, four hours was a jackpot.

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Maybe tomorrow I’ll have the courage, and diplomacy, to share this

blurry selfie picture — wasn’t fully awake when I read the email

Dear Boomers (and Dear Son), less than an hour ago, read a devastating email from a friend.

Her husband unexpectedly passed away yesterday.

The woman who’s Family attended our Son’s birthday parties for the past decade, and vice versa. Who’s age is near ours.

Mike’s funeral is tomorrow.

Completely blindsided would be the understatement of the decade.

The five blogs I write everyday revolve around the notion that aging is a privilege, not a guarantee.

We can embrace life, and death, as magnificent gifts from a loving Creator, and live our days with joy, passion, and deep, deep gratitude.

So grateful to have known Mike for more than a decade.

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Balancing work, life, family, business, and vacation at the beach

Balancing work, life, family, business, and vacation at the beach. It’s challenging. Difficult. Critical. Doomed to fail? It often feels overwhelming impossible. The Brooklyn trip was inspirational. Tiring.

And last night the London Olympics opening ceremonies were watched from a favorite beachfront locale. Hope to be out the door before the sun rises for a five-miler. Hope your day is amazing.

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Insight: Keep moving forward, no matter the challenges.