‘Twas the night before Christmas

Yesterday on Sanibel Island.

‘Twas the night before Christmas.

First time on an island on Christmas Eve.

Unusual circumstances aligned to place us here.

Perhaps one of the biggest gifts was unwrapped yesterday morning.

How the Universe could orchestrate such a wonderful gift is miraculous.

Up to this point in the explanation, i’ve been focused on the first miracle, but there’s a second miracle that coincides with today, Christmas Eve.

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Prevention is the best cure

Work for a Company like Disney for 30 years and try to not be over-focused. Island time. Ever heard of it? It’s a cool place.

Prevention is the best cure.

Prevent what?

Burnout, and everything that burnout attracts.

So yeah, prevention.

Takes focus and discipline.

Be a beast at focusing on the basics.

Be relentlessly disciplined to keep your eye on the ball.

The ball, by the way, is the basics.

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Midlife Baby Boomers, Here’s Where Much Of Our Middle Age Stress Comes From

Not a care in the world, except pleasing his master

Tension is who you think you should be. Relaxation is who you are! – Chinese Proverb

Even a week on Sanibel Island, chasing the island time mantra and it was still challenging to know who I am. These are extraordinary times we live in, with major uncertainty, colossal tension.

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Wish You Were Beautiful!

Yes.  It’s a line in a song from Jimmy Buffett’s CD, Coconut Telegraph.

“The weather is here, wish you were beautiful”.

I used to travel all over the country, from 18 years old to 24.  Traveled by bus, car, foot and bicycle.

One year, I wound up in Pullman, Washington and called it home for a while.  My best friend was a Residence Hall Director at Washington State University.

Anyway, back to the point of this post.  In the 1970’s & 80’s, I was an avid post card sender.  It fit my budget.  🙂

Whenever I was somewhere warm, and sometimes cold but spectacular, and my friends back in Pennsylvania were cold and gloomy, I’d send them a post card.

Californian Coast, Glacier National Park, Grand Canyon, Key West, Yellowstone, Bourbon Street, Times Square, Appalachian Trail – you get the picture, right?

So yesterday, I’m enjoying lunch with my family and Jimmy Buffett’s song is playing.  My wife had just told our son some stories about the post cards she’d get from me, many ending with, “The weather is here, wish you were beautiful”.

My son asked me, “So you insulted Mommy”?

I said, “No son, that phrase comes from a special place in my heart.  It may sound weird to say that to someone, but I only say it to people I care about”.

While it’s hard to know exactly who reads Mid Life Celebration, I do hope you readers know that this site is dependent on people who want to make a difference in this world.

On the journey to finish the last part of my  life, I want to make as big a difference as possible.  And, I’m looking for a few Baby Boomers and Gen-Xer’s to pitch in.

How could I not care about that?

Carpe diem, jeff noel  🙂

PS.  I never liked Jimmy Buffett because my college buddies, who liked Buffett, were so fanatical about his music, I was put off by it.  Years later, as a bartender in Moscow, Idaho (home to University of Idaho), I fell in love with his music too.