Too many emails.
It’s something my clients complain about. But, I know in my heart they are wrong. It’s not too many that’s the problem. They are getting the wrong kinds of email. If the radio station you’re listening to is playing a song you don’t like, you don’t curse the radio, do you? No. You change the station. (Kids 20 years from now will ask what FM was…they’ll be shocked that their parents – you, reading this – actually listened to commercials for things you didn’t need while you drove from here to there…)
Asking the Most Difficult Question
I was thinking about it the other day. You see, I went to Portland, Oregon with Jodi Womack as she attended Chris Guillebeau’s conference titled, “The World Domination Summit.” (Google it, it’s pretty outrageous.) While I was there, a few things came together. Specifically, I got to ask myself the BIG question: “What do I live for?”
Not the easy questions. Easy questions are things like: “What do you do?” “Where do you live?” “Where’s your next vacation?” “Who’s blog are you reading?”
No, the question, “What do you live for?” gives you the opportunity to answer not from your head, but from your heart.
Watch this video, it will take you about 3 minutes.
In the comment area below, I want to know 2 things: When did you start crying? What was your big aha?
I too started crying when Mr. Hoffman says, “There are too many interesting women in my life that I have not had the experience to know in my life because I have been brainwashed.”
A Life Changing Moment, sometime in 1998 or 1999
When I was a high school teacher – this was from 1995-2000 – I did crazy things for my schools and my students. Like one time, I coordinated a “field trip.” (If you’re over 40 you remember those; schools used to actually include the community in their lesson planning, coordinating groups of students as they traveled around to parks, special events and museums.)
Well, I of course wanted to take it a step further. So, one evening after school – I don’t remember all the details – we coordinated a student trip to a bookstore some 20 miles away in Ventura, California. Can you believe it? Bringing kids to a bookstore! It was awesome.
And then, everything changed. I remember where I was standing. I remember what I heard. I remember feeling helpless. I remember thinking, “This is wrong. It’s just wrong.”
There I was in the magazine racks, and behind me I heard, “I’ll never look like that. She’s perfect.”
There, in a moment, things changed. You see, two of my high school students – one a junior one a sophomore – were looking at the “women’s magazines.” You know the ones. There, gracing the covers of the magazines were women who (we now now) had been “made up,” airbrushed, photographed, rotouched and otherwise made to look, well, perfect.
As if that’s a reality that even exists.
There’s more to this story, but I’ll leave that for another post.