Free Form Friday – August 29, 2014 – Happy Labor Day Weekend

Free Form Friday - August 29, 2014 - Happy Labor Day Weekend

Ask Rhonda. I’m prone to cause commotions. Armed with markers and poster board, I can create quite an assault on the neighborhood. Especially drivers who don’t belong in our neck of the woods.

Surrounded by ninnies is my lot in life. But I’ve talked about that enough…for now.

Today’s show is the final Friday of the month so it’s Free Form Friday. Here’s just a snippet of what you can expect to hear:

  • I’m sick of positivity. I’m pretty positive it’s killing us all.
  • Luck, fortune, the Law of Attraction and The Secret
  • “You can be anything you want to be” – the big lie
  • Control, something we all want more of, but something we should probably be thankful we lack.
  • Pitching, selling and marketing of empty promises
  • is the anti-Internet marketing guy. Warning, he’s profane!
  • Average is average because it’s how most of us are defined.
  • My freshman economic professor taught us all how to retire as millionaires.
  • The secret formula for high dollar Internet marketing info products
  • How to be an expert about anything
  • People don’t read books
  • How many people are going to achieve extraordinary success?
  • If a teacher teaches 7,500 kids over the course of a career, how many of them will be remarkable?
  • What’s wrong with not being special?
  • Not getting into MIT ruined my life
  • “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” -Albert Einstein
  • No, Albert. Every isn’t a genius!
  • Kindred Spirits: Harvard Business School’s Extraordinary Class of 1949 and How They Transformed American Business by David Callahan
  • David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants by Malcolm Gladwell
  • Your life is a colossal failure if you can’t reach millionaire status. No, you’re a failure if you can’t hit a BILLION.
  • It’s Labor Day Weekend here in America. We take time off, go the lake and do anything but labor on Labor Day. That’s how we roll.
  • Thanks to Jim Collison and Dave Jackson of Ask The Podcast Coach for complimenting this podcast.
  • Snarkiness is the fuel of life (that and Dr. Pepper)
  • West Nile is in the air. Well, the mosquitos that carry it are.
  • Saying, “I love you” to your kids
  • Land, ho!

Be safe this weekend as you neglect to do any meaningful work! Happy Labor Day Weekend!


4026 Would You Really Want A Life Without Fear And Restrictions?

4023 Is A Life Without Fear And Restrictions Possible?

Is it possible to live without fear? My son used to lament how he hated stress. I repeated what somebody once told me, “The only stress-free people are buried in the cemetery.” Fear and other sensations come with being alive.

Restrictions are limitations. We’ve all got them. The most gifted and talented among us have restrictions. Some are just innate, part of who we are. Some are self-imposed.

A life without fear and restrictions shouldn’t be our goal. It’s unrealistic. We wouldn’t likely enjoy it anyway because it would make us flat-liners emotionally. Anybody who can’t feel fear can’t feel much of anything else. No love. No empathy. No sadness. No happiness. Does a life filled with only lethargy sound appealing to you? Me, neither!

So the question shouldn’t be, “Is a life without fear and restrictions possible?”

The better question is, “How can we manage our fear and restrictions to serve us well?”

For over 35 years I’ve read and studied mental toughness. I’ve read books on it that ran the range from sports psychology to handling grief. Mental toughness is really the skill we’re talking about, but after all these years I’ve concluded it’s not so easily defined or quantified. Mental toughness is tough. Really tough.

 Mental toughness is a contested term, in that many people use the term liberally to refer to any set of positive attributes that helps a person to cope with difficult situations.”

Everybody suffers or endures difficult situations. There’s an enormous distinction between those two: suffering or enduring. We all experience both. Sometimes simultaneously. There are some problems that we suffer. Others that we endure.

Suffering has no upside that I’ve ever been able to find. It weighs us down, stomps on our guts and spits on us when we’re down. Or worse.

Endurance at least gives us some options, both of which are better than suffering. Some problems are beyond our control. We have to endure them even though we can’t remedy them or improve them…much. But endurance has another component that is often available. It’s overcoming. Sometimes the crappy things that happen to us can be improved, better managed and remedied. That’s as good as it gets, but it can’t happen when we just sit back and suffer.

Fear and restrictions don’t make us victims. They make us human. They’re ingredients to learning, improvement and growth.

My 3-year old granddaughter got a pair of inline hockey skates for her birthday some months ago. She had never skated before. When she first put them on, she was a bit anxious and unsure. Fearful even. That was then. This is now. Today, she’s pretty accomplished and she’s getting better all the time!

Imagine all the things she’s going to learn because of fear, not in spite of it. How many times have you experienced growth without fear? I’m betting not much. Me neither.

As for restrictions…they’re just reality checks. Again, more proof of our humanity. Dirty Harry said, “A man’s gotta know his limitations.” Harry didn’t seem to have many when it came to finding bad guys, but we’ve all got them. It’s idiotic to ignore that, or to be act as though we’re different from everybody else.

Have you ever marveled at how a person can be so brilliant in one area of life – and amazingly successful – yet be a colossal failure in another area. Men of industry are capable of earning millions of dollars every year because they understand how to invest, how to do business and how to make money. Yet frequently those same men can’t maintain a meaningful relationship with anybody on a personal level. They can’t maintain a healthy marriage, or a solid relationship with their kids. They’ve got limitations and restrictions in their brilliance. So do you?

There’s that philosophical question that maybe isn’t merely philosophical.

What do you want to be most known for?

I’ve asked that of myself. And others. Most find it hard to narrow it down to just one or two. It seems most of us are drawn to make it a lengthy list. We want to keep tacking on just one more thing that we’d like to be most known for. That’s how it plays out in our head.

But that’s not how it works in the real world. In the real world, people are mostly known for ONE THING. Just one thing. Welcome to the world of restrictions.

What do you fear most?

What is your biggest restriction?

What difference are they making in your life?

I don’t mind helping you get started by sharing some things about myself. Fear? I’m afraid of dying before I get some very specific things accomplished with my family and my church work. Restrictions? They’re too numerous to count, but knowing what they are is vastly better than not knowing. It means I no longer have to waste time trying to be something I’m not. Or something I’ll never be able to do.

As for the what I want to be most known for? Easy. Being a Christian. ‘Cause that entails how important it is for me to be known as a good husband, a good father and now…a good grandfather. No, make that GREAT. I wanna be great at all those things. And I’m now smart enough – wise enough – to know that nothing else matters. Nothing.

Keep leaning.


August 23, 2014 Saturday’s Smile

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4025 Every Line In Your Palm, Every Crease In Your Brow, Every Screw In Your Head


The creases took me 57 years

I’m not sure how old I was when it dawned on me that I had more past than future. It was awhile ago. And it gave me a heightened sense of urgency.

Some older people talk a lot about regret. I wasn’t so smitten by regret as much as I was driven by a looming deadline. Heavy emphasis on the “dead.”

A couple of weeks ago I had my 6th surgery. Six surgeries and no broken bones. Go figure. When I was in high school I had to have surgery on my nose. That was surgery number 2. The doctor asked me when I had broken my nose. I said, “I’ve never broken my nose.” He said, “I think you have.” So that’s one broken bone I guess.

Growing old is a daily, subtle elevation. It’s not like waking up one day to a pain you never had. It’s more like waking up with a pain you always remember having. Hard to explain. The toll life takes on your body is just the price you pay for gaining experiences. The aches come with the territory. Some days you notice them a lot. Other days, not so much.

Within 2 hours of coming out of recovery, I started walking up and down the halls of the hospital. Determination has a lot to do with healing. I speak from experience.

I made fast friendly acquaintances with the nurses. They’ve got a tough job and I didn’t want to make it any harder. I’m not one of those “hey-wait-on-me” kind of patients. My pain levels were very tolerable. No reason to complain and make my life – or anybody else’s – miserable.

I kept walking and moving. I knew it would help the healing process. Besides, it made me feel better!

A day later I was home and the day after that I hit a wall. If you’ve ever had surgery, you’ve likely experienced it. You hit a dip where you feel worse before feeling better. Day 2 and 3 after the surgery were wall days. It’s during those times that you simply make up your mind to grind it out. The pain, the aches, the discomfort – they’ll rule your life if you let them. I tried not to.

No pain meds. Other than Tylenol. Nuff said.

On Monday I had my follow up office visit. They shot 2 x-rays to make sure things were looking good. I’ve never looked so thin.

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Pretty amazing, huh? No, I don’t know how they do it either. I don’t even how they figure out how to do such things, much less to actually do them. I’m just thankful there are skilled surgeons capable of such feats. My surgeon is a rockstar. So are the folks who work in his practice.

My next appointment is in 4 more weeks. In the meantime, I can’t lift anything over 15 pounds and the doctor said I needed to “take it easy.”

But this isn’t really about my health update. Well, not entirely. So let’s move on…

Growing Older Just Takes Time. Nothing Else.

Richard Pryor, playing the role of an old man named Fishbone, said, “people may call you an old fool…but you don’t get to be old being no fool…” Fishbone was wrong. There are plenty of old fools roaming the earth. Always have been.

The human spirit is resilient. So is the human body. You know this if you’ve ever watched a terminally ill person die. The body lingers and fights for every breath long after consciousness.

Back when I was running a retailing company I’d pass a number of homeless people on the way to my office. They’d be on busy intersections holding cardboard signs begging for money. Day after day living on the streets of Dallas. Living under overpasses. Night after night in the summer heat and winter cold. Weathered by their circumstances they’d persist. The lines in their face show the hardness of their life.

The lines and creases account for something as we grow older. What, is up to us!

The Age Of Discontentment

I suppose every age has been an age of discontentment. It’s the plight of all men to be dissatisfied. What with all the encouragement to push harder, go faster, endure longer…it seems our best is never good enough. Besides, somebody else is doing it and making us look like an amateur. All those creases, wrinkles, aches and pains that got us this far just don’t quite seem good enough to get us there. Wherever there is.

We’ve all got a story. Most of us have way more than one. Or it could be our story is as meandering as a public speaker who has no idea what he wants to say, or how to say it. Sometimes our lives ramble on like that. No direction. No strategy. Just getting by.

Discontentment took a turn by the time the Internet became widespread. The explosive growth of the world wide web between 1995 and 2000 brought with it many fine things, but as with most things – it weren’t all good. Since I was 15 I was part of the consumer electronics industry. By the time the VCR was invented and video was beginning to toss hi-fi aside like a red headed step child, we all knew that the porn industry was largely fueling the growth of the VCR. Sinful industries are among the industrious on the planet. They can seize opportunities for making money long before most of us. Time shifted recordings of TV programs was pretty terrific. But it came at a price. Porn was now able to enter the home in ways never before possible.

So there’s typically bad with good. I could sense it with the Internet. We became globally connected. People from all walks of life could use this new technology for whatever suited their purpose. Some of the most successful people online today began as spammers, seizing the opportunities to send sales messages to every email address they could find. Many morphed into more legitimate enterprises as time went on. But don’t you ever wonder about the person who began in illegitimacy? I wonder why some of us seem wired to look for opportunities, unfazed by any argument about right or wrong. We simply chase the money. Or fame. Others of us, we’re careful. More than that, we just don’t think of it. It never crossed our minds to spam…or a host of other things that unscrupulous people do.

Fast forward to 2014 and today it’s the success stories that harm us most. Make us discontent with being responsible people doing responsible things. B-O-R-I-N-G!

In the last 5 to 10 years it’s about entrepreneurship. It’s about never being satisfied. It’s about always taking the thing up a notch. Any notch but here will do. Then you can quickly fix your gaze to the next notch. And the next. Always be chasing. The elusive dream.

So our hands grow increasingly creased. Our brows more wrinkled. Our vision more blurry. Our gate slows. Our backs bend.

And these things will happen no matter the state of our contentment. Or lack of.

This past weekend in Dallas the 2014 Podcast Movement conference was held. The first ever. I was rather pleased it happened right here where I live. I was even more pleased to get in on the Kickstarter campaign where early supporters could help launch this thing and save big money to boot. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to attend much of it. Fact is, I wasn’t going to go at all, but when Saturday morning rolled around and I kept watching the #PM14 Twitter stream I grew increasingly discontented with not being there. What a waste, I thought. Right here, mere miles away and I’m not feeling terribly great, not supposed to drive…blah, blah, blah.

Around noon I got dressed, took off the neck brace, fired up the hot rod and headed that way. I had a list of about 6 people I really wanted to meet, if only to shake their hands.

I parked the car, grabbed by backpack and walked up to the 3rd floor where all the action was. I loitered in a room where Cliff Ravenscraft ( and Chris Brogan had been on some panel discussion. The discussion was long past and a line of people were gathered to speak with each participant. The seats were all empty and I sat a comfortable distance back and waited. Cliff is a guy I’ve listened to since the beginning. I was producing online audio for private work when Cliff started. I wasn’t podcasting because the audio I was producing wasn’t for public consumption and it wasn’t syndicated (meaning you couldn’t subscribe to it). But like Cliff, I was and still am an audio snob because my roots were in the consumer electronics business. Cliff was an insurance guy working in his family’s firm, but dissatisfied with that life. Today, he’s a new media rock star. This was an opportunity to finally meet him face to face. We’ve known each other online for a lot of years.

I waited about 15 minutes and ambled toward him as the last visitor seemed to be winding down. When she walked away, I extended my hand, introduced myself and got a bro hug from him. Suited me fine. I’m not a guy uncomfortable with such acts. He said he didn’t expect to see me because he had seen my Tweets about my surgery. I told him I just had to make the trip, but didn’t plan on staying long. It lasted just 5 minutes or so as I patted him on the back, congratulated him on the new house and all his success. “I know you’re completely beaten down by alot of this, so I’ll get outta here,” I said. We shook hands, reiterated how good it was to finally meet and I was off.

Like so many others Cliff is a guy who let his discontentment fuel his drive to succeed at something different. It’s the positive use of discontentment. But somebody else was at Podcast Movement. Somebody I don’t typically follow. A guy who has been at it for a lot less time than Cliff. Two years ago nobody heard of this guy, but today he’s the 900 pound gorilla in the world of podcasting. He was once Cliff’s student. In sheer revenue, it appears he’s left Cliff (and all the rest of us) in the dust. Good for him.

But envy, jealousy and “that’s not fair” ranked pretty high as emotions during such times as a conference on podcasting. At least among some.

Others? They’re enamored by the star power or celebrity of such people. In fact, Brogan was reported to have referred to them as a “cult.” Welcome to the Internet Age where a cult following can be established (it’s not easy, but it is possible) and Pedro can make all your wildest dreams come true. No, it’s not likely. It’s highly UNlikely. But these are the things discontentment can do for you. Or against you.

I walk around the Podcast Movement and see my people, fellow podcasters. Most of whom I suspect are just like me. Wishing for bigger audiences. Wanting more downloads. Hoping to figure out some way to earn a few extra dollars to defray the expense. Or longing to find a way to make it a real business, a real money making endeavor. Most of us aren’t making enough to cover our expenses, but you’d never know that by our enthusiasm.

Like any group, we’ve got a pecking order. There is THE rock star who appears to be earning more money in a month than most of us earn in a year. Everywhere he goes, he’s grabbed, one selfie after another taken with him so people can brag about having touched the hem of his garment. Slightly more than 2 years ago he went to such an event in NYC and nobody knew his name. That’s ancient history now. Today, jealousy is raging. So it goes.

I spot a kindred spirit whom I’ve never met except online. I approach him, “Steve Kloyda, I’m a fan of what you do.” Steve isn’t a young pup. Like me, he’s weathered some storms in life. Steve is a sales prospecting expert.

Steve has some creases, wrinkles a bit more skin on top of his head than hair like some other brilliant people I know. And like me, Steve has a background steeped in selling. We’re a couple of old guys who are still hustling. We have a nice brief visit and I’m pleased to have met another person on my “list of people I want to meet at this conference.” I’m probably more pleased to meet Steve then he even realizes because he does do good work that I appreciate and I know the kind of work he does is never going to result in the BIG STAR parade. He knows it too I suspect. And I walk away knowing that life is not fair, but there’s nothing me or Steve can do about it. Just accept it and get on with our lives. So we do.

As I drive away from the hotel I pass areas of Dallas where people would view my life as that of a rock star. And the reality that the creases, wrinkles and lines of our life don’t necessarily define us as much they remind us.

Cliff built a brand new house. A house much larger than his last. His business success has afforded him a new lifestyle he’s not had before. I’m happy for him and his family. He’s worked hard, so why not? But I’m imagining that the people who live in some of these humble places I pass as I drive back home have also worked hard. Some maybe harder. Any rational person knows it’s not just about hard work. Cliff knows that. I know that. Steve knows that. And if the lines in my hands and the creases in my face have come as the result of learning anything, it’s this. The Bible is right. Always.

Eccl. 9:11I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.”

I don’t know about anybody else, but I can only answer for myself. I know that whatever success life has afforded me isn’t entirely of my own doing. Sure, I made some smart choices along the way. And some monumentally dumb ones, too. Yes, I created some opportunities, seized some others and blew many more. And however great or terrific I may sometimes think I am, I know my life is a finite resource and the tank is emptying fast.

If your platform is just a single square foot of space with just a few family members listening, you’re blessed. If it’s a larger stage with professional sound and lighting, then…well, I’m not sure you’re quite as blessed. You may be cursed for all I know. I know you’re pressure and stress is elevated because the world expects more from you. The podcaster who’s earning 6 figures a month has another month coming up when September starts. He’s got to keep that ball rolling, creating more products, attending more conferences, taking more selfies with people. Giving truth to the adage, “Be careful what you wish for.”

I’m rather convinced these days that if people follow God, do the right thing, serve their family and friends and do nothing more – then those lines and creases represent a pretty good life. But God told us that all along.

1Tim. 6:6 “But godliness with contentment is great gain

The Stories We Can Tell

John Sebastian wrote it. Sang it. So did the Everly Brothers. And Jimmy Buffett. And Tom Petty. It’s a great song. More than that, it’s true. It’s all about the stories we can tell.

Donald Miller has built an entire career on that notion. He wrote about it in his popular book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life. If you want to live a different life – presumably a better life – then write a better story. Start living a better story.

Worry, poor health, obesity and hardship can make a person appear to be older than they really are. You can’t stay young forever. And no matter how easy and soft, or how difficult and hard your life is – you’re going to have the lines in your palm, creases in your brow and screws in your head to remind you of all the good and bad that has brought you to this point.

What you do with it now depends largely on you. You can create new creases and new wrinkles by doing meaningful work. Or you can run to more mischief and sin and you’ll still get the creases and wrinkles. They’ll just represent something vastly different.

Me? I’ve now got 6 screws in my head. So if one comes loose, I’ve got 5 more to back it up!