A Measure of a Life

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Photo Credit: Darren Hester

I met E briefly at a networking event several weeks ago. I finally joined her (and also met her friend B) for coffee this morning.

After I got a mocha and sat down a long, rambling conversation ensued. We started on mundane business stuff, but rapidly progressed to entrepreneurship, education, history, art, teaching, parenting, and personal growth. It was a fun conversation, and two hours melted away faster than an ice cube on a July sidewalk.

Near the end, I apologized because I felt like I had monopolized the conversation. Both E and B said, “No! It was fun listening. You do so much stuff! You only learn these things from talking to people.”

It was flattering, to be sure. But I’m just a guy trying to find his way through life. I haven’t done anything I consider noteworthy. I have not backpacked around Europe, roller-bladed across the United States, become a millionaire by age 40, or skydived naked from an aeroplane. You won’t find a Nobel prize for curing cancer on my résumé.

What have I done?

  • held a job
  • fathered a beautiful daughter
  • made some friends
  • kept an open mind
  • tried to get to know myself

Noteworthy? Not necessarily.

Why, then, did I tell my friends that “I live a rich life.” I have met fascinating people who do noteworthy things, tell good stories, and like to laugh. I appreciate other people and I choose to keep growing.

To me, that is a measure of a good life. What makes your life meaningful?

Life Lessons From the Last Day of Third Grade

chalk board eraserDo you remember what you learned on the last day of third grade?


Me either. But I did learn a few things today…

  • Two nine-year-old girls are fun together.
  • Girls change clothes before (and after) dance class much more quickly when they have the right incentive.
  • It’s better with friends.
  • Fathers should wear tennis shoes to the park.
  • I still like love to play tag.
  • Life isn’t fair, especially when you didn’t hear that someone else is now “it” and you were just tagged.
  • Overtired 9-year-olds can still have meltdowns.
  • It’s easier for (some) adults to ponder this important question: Would you rather be right or be happy?

I’m grateful that I could spend the afternoon with my daughter and her friend. I hope I find this again in a few (or many) years and it jogs my memory.

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Changing Brains: A Recipe

bowl and spoonIngredients

  • One medium conference room
  • Four tables
  • Chairs as needed
  • Eleven smart, creative, experienced people
  • One packaged topic


  • Arrange chairs around the tables
  • Place people in the room
  • Close door
  • Stir with laughter
  • Uncork the topic
  • Shake gently
  • Simmer 90 minutes
  • Open door
  • Allow people to trickle out


  • Unlimited possibilities


  • May cause allergic reaction for those with closed minds
  • May cause insomnia

Photo credit: H is for Home

Little Things

PebblesI was talking on the phone with my mom last night. Near the end of the conversation, she told a story I had not heard before.

“Write that down! It’s a good idea for a blog post,” I said.

“Really? A story about a yellow crayon?” Mom sounded almost dismissive.

“Yeah. It’s a good story! I think people will relate to it.”

“Hmm. I’ll have to find a way to make it about happiness.”

I don’t know if mom will blog about the yellow crayon, but I liked the story. After our conversation, I wondered if she would even have noticed those thoughts, let alone considered writing about them. I must have (and forget) a dozen random thoughts each day that teach a lesson, tell a story, or make a point. Some are silly, some are smart, and sometimes I trip over something profound.

How many times do you pass over little things in your day? How often do you dismiss a memory from your past, just because it was “no big deal?” Some of them may be worth another look.

You don’t know what might be of value to another. What may be “just a pebble” to you could trigger an avalanche of insights or opportunities for someone else. By not sharing, you deprive them of the chance to benefit.

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Breaking Ground

2542699263_abaf838231_bI have been meaning to start this blog for a few months now. I would think about it, then set it aside. I had ideas for posts (and even documented some of them) but I never did anything. I had a title, but needed a domain name. I got an idea for how I want it to look, but making this look the way I envision it will take a while.

At a recent blogger meetup some friends gave me enough grief encouraged me to actually do this. Teacher Mommy looked at Melissa of Rock and Drool and said, “How long did it take to set your blog up? Like half an hour?”

That was especially embarrasing because I recently started a company to provide web design and computer support for individuals and small businesses.

I thought about it on the drive home from the meetup, and the ladies were right.

No more excuses. I’m letting go of my desire for perfection long enough to start this.  I have broken ground, now I just have to keep moving sand.

Photo credit: Tom Rydquist