Category Archives: Life

Doughnuts, coffee, cigs and choice

When your breakfast is a doughnut, coffee and a cigarette, sometimes it’s not your choice.

Maybe you’re a truck driver and have limited options.  Maybe you’re an executive and have limited time.  Maybe you’re a person who’s uneducated and don’t know any better.

But just because you don’t have the choice, it doesn’t mean big companies don’t either.  They do.  I made it for mine.

On getting updates

Getting an update is always good.  Even if the news isn’t.

When your contractor calls you to say he’s over budget, you’re glad you got the update.  When the subway announces the train will be stopped for ten minutes, you’re glad you got the update.  When your waiter says they’re out of the dover sole, you’re glad you got the update.

Good updates are obviously better.  But the bad ones are better than nothing.

So if getting updates is so good, why not give more?

What’s your passion?

Ask someone what they’re passionate about.  Nine out of ten times they’ll say, “Helping people.”

The guy who promotes a healthy lifestyle.  He’s helping people find more energy and live a more fulfilling life through encouragement and teaching.

The host of a satirical news show.  He’s helping people grasp current events through political comedy and candid interviews.

The local women’s boutique owner.  She helps women feel younger and sexier through fashion and fun experiences.

These people are helping people.  The hard way.  Using positivity.  And love.

It’s much easier, however, to sell using anger, fear and insecurities.  Just look at Dr. Oz, Fox News or Victoria’s Secret.  They may be pursuing their passion.  But are they really helping people?

What are you really buying?

What are you buying when you spend mega bucks?  When you buy an ipad, you’re not buying functionality.  Or retina display.  You’re buying the experience of facetime with friends and family.

When you buy a $600 ticket to see the Rolling Stones, you’re not buying tunes or great sound.  You’re buying living legends leading you and 60,000 other people in song.

When you shop Vitamix, you’re not shopping for smoothies.  Or fresh green juice.  You’re shopping for motivation delivered in a big box.

For large emotional purchases like these, you never buy the features.  Just the feelings.

Listen here

Does anyone ever tell you aren’t smart?  Or aren’t beautiful?  Or aren’t funny?

Maybe they’re right.  Maybe you need to work on a few things. Maybe you aren’t up to their level.

Or, maybe they’re wrong.  Maybe you’re just the opposite of what they’re saying.  Smart.  Beautiful.  Funny.

Either way, why would you listen?  If you had room to grow, are they someone worth learning from?  And if they’re wrong and you are actually great, then you are a threat to them.  And will be forever.

Yes, hearing the noise is okay.  Because it’s important to know who you shouldn’t listen to.

So you wanna escape consulting?

Why?  Didn’t you start because you like to help people?  Don’t you like being the expert?  Don’t you like the excitement of a dynamic workplace?

I did, too.  But still wanted to escape consulting.  So what did I do?  I figured out what I actually wanted to be an expert in.

Then I started to build an email list.

Before I knew it, I was able to escape.  And the best part?  I am still helping people.  Still an expert.  Still in a dynamic workplace.  I’m just happier in this one.

The athlete and the elevator

Sweaty and out of breath, the athlete hit the “3” button.  I hit “29”.  As the elevator closed, my mouth opened.  “Getting a lift two floors?  Stairs must be broken!”

His response required him to hold the elevator door open a few extra seconds.  Condescendingly, he said, “I workout seven days-a-week, two hours-a-day.  You try that and take the stairs!”

Fair point.  Here’s mine:

What if he cut back to 4 days per week for 30 minutes?  Would he:

  • Be in nearly as good of shape
  • Have more time
  • Feel a lot happier and more energized

There is one drawback to my solution.  He would no longer be able to tell neighbors in the elevator on his way to the third floor that he works out seven days-a-week, two hours-a-day.  That would suck for everyone.