At first glance, you might think the white lines had been drawn by kids setting up a free-throw line.
But no, I drew them.
And I encourage you to try it.
But I have to warn you: It’s going to bring you face-to-face with Father Time, and a constantly shrinking future that we often treat as a limitless commodity.
The second line is exactly eighteen feet away. Those eighteen feet represent a lifespan of 90 years. If you do the math, each decade equals a distance of two feet.
Maybe I’m being overly optimistic, but I’m hoping to…
A few years ago, the idea of living a “balanced” life was being preached from seminar podiums, extolled by life coaches, and recommended by business consultants.
Touted as a pro-active philosophy to insure the “human experience” included equal attention to social, physical, spiritual, and professional activities, the concept promised a happier, more fulfilling life — including an elevated level of success.
Entrepreneurs, mid-level managers, and C-suite executives shook their heads and smiled, knowing the concept was a flawed generalization that was neither realistic nor productive. The very definition of setting and pursuing a goal is based on establishing a personal…
This time, I was at the gym, resting on one of the benches between sets. Without warning, it came right out of the blue — the same question I receive at least once a month . . .
“You’re retired, aren’t you?”
Replying with as much indignation as I could muster, I responded by saying, “Retired? Heavens no! There’s still so much I want to do, so much I want to accomplish.”
The expression on her face said it all — a look of suspicion mixed with pity. Immediately, I knew she had adopted the traditional life-plan of her elders…
The last few birthdays have left me overwhelmed with frustration.
Because no matter how times I told myself that “age is just a number,” I couldn’t dispel the harbinger of death constantly reminding me I’m running out of time.
The fact that my personal life clock continued to tick off the remaining days, hours, and minutes diminished the brightness of every sunrise, and dampened the color of every sunset.
That’s true for everyone. But it was only after I realized the level of sand in the top of the hourglass was only a tiny fraction of what resides in the…
“If only I could go with you,” Wendy sighed.
“You can’t go,” Peter said. “You’re too old. You’ve forgotten how to fly.”
“I am old, Peter. I am ever so much more than twenty. I grew up long ago.”
“You promised not to!”
“I couldn’t help it.”
When J.M. Barrie wrote the book, Peter Pan back in 1904, I doubt he had any idea his soon-to-be popular children’s story would also become a powerful metaphor about aging. For me, it’s the last line in the conversation between Wendy and Peter that’s the most significant.
“I couldn’t help it.”
At the time, I was heeding my internal voice — the one that kept telling me I didn’t have to put up with an unrewarding job because there was something better for me, something more suited for my particular talents and mindset.
Mesmerized by the fantasy of finding the “Perfect Job” — the one that would let me sleep in until nine, roll into the office just in time for lunch, put in a solid three hours of work, and then spend the rest of the day reviewing my investment portfolio — I convinced myself to abandon a half-dozen career…
The NFL chose him as one of the 2020 Pro Bowl captains. It’s an honor conveyed on those players who have contributed to the sport through their outstanding performance and personal contribution.
The public’s initial reaction? Thousands signed petitions asking the NFL to rescind their decision based on Vick’s past felonies for animal abuse.
And so do I. My memories are especially poignant because of a conversation I had with a client following Vick’s conviction in 2007.
At the time, Mr. Vick was the highest-paid player in the NFL ($130 million over a ten-year contract). He played for the Falcons…
Regardless of your particular goal — to create the next best-selling phone app, buy a fast-food franchise, or grow your fledgling used car business into the number one automobile dealership in the state — it probably started with great ambitions and dreams of financial independence.
But if, after several years of hard work, you’re still struggling to keep your business afloat, or worse, your efforts ended in failure, debt, and disappointment, you may be asking . . .
Why did your competitor’s plan blossom into financial success while yours ended in failure?
Mine came from a little two-story church with gray brick walls, a high pitched roof, and an imposing flight of wide concrete stairs that provided each parishioner with a mini-workout before they entered the building.
Inside, a polished wood floor sloped toward the front of the building where a small podium — elevated two steps from the auditorium floor — provided the minister with a comfortable perch from which to chastise, rebuke, and encourage as he sprinkled the congregation with verses of scripture from both the old and new testament.
About half the time, the preacher warned the congregation his…
“I want to feel engaged at work — like I’m part of the team, the company, the big picture.”
It’s a common mindset expressed by many newly-minted graduates entering the job market for the first time. At first glance, it seems like a commendable, even admirable attitude — one that would serve both employee and employer to advantage.
But consider this: How smart is it to accept a job that occasionally exposes you to tasks you don’t necessarily like or can’t get excited about — and then expect your employer to re-frame your attitude by offering physical, social, or intellectual…