Shit my dad did

Father and son at beach sunset
Sanibel Island every year of your life, so far.

Shit my dad did (high-level highlights):

Wrote me a book as a “Life Guide” in case something bad ever happens to him and he’s not around to answer my questions.

Wrote me five daily, differently-themed blog posts, as a real life, real time life guide.

Recorded for me a 100-episode podcast (If Disney Ran Your Life) about personal vibrancy.

Took me and my mom to Sanibel every year of my life. At 13, we started going every Summer to Glacier.

Demonstrated how to have personal vibrancy in all five of life’s most important choices: mind, body, spirit, work, home. These five are the same topics in the book, the blogs, and the podcast.

(Still in my Son’s voice) The list is literally endless, but I’ll end on this one…from the time I was three years old until I graduated High School, my dad insisted on an habitual at-school, after-school (at pick-up time) bear hug. Never missed a day. There was no bus and I didn’t have a car.

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Dear Drummer’s Boy

Sometimes you have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself. – Miles Davis

My Dad (RIP) was a really, really good drummer. He made a living from it, as a 2nd job, while working 37 years at “The Mill“. In Spring Grove, I’m known as “Jack’s boy”.

Miles nailed it, just like Jack. And I’m following in their footsteps. The more I write, the closer I get to being myself.

You’ll never be a great version of yourself if you quit.

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