It Wasn’t A Casual Question Yesterday When I Asked Are You Ready For The Unexpected (Anticipate)

You are the custodian of your life…

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Expect the unexpected. Be prepared (Boy Scout motto). You get the picture – life happens. How organized and prepared we are determines to a large extent, our happiness in life.

Not expecting perfect here, but certainly a real attempt at excellence. We should have a person to call in virtually every situation where something can (and will) go wrong.

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How Challenging, And Exciting, Is It To Write 5 Daily, Different Blogs Before You Leave The House Each Morning? (Carpe Diem)

Live, before you die. These blogs are only for people who wish to die with peace, contentment and a smile on their face.

It seems criminal to get to the end of our lives and awaken to the fact that we never truly lived. Writing 5 daily, different blogs is as easy as it is hard. As joyful as it is scary. As fulfilling as it is unknown. Ready for summer? Ready for the unexpected?

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Feels Great To Be Back In The Saddle Again, Writing Five Daily, Differently-Themed Blogs (Action)

Back in the saddle?

Today begins the 28th consecutive month of writing 5 daily, differently themed blogs before heading out the door each morning, no matter where in the world I am.

Twice before tried loading 150 posts before the month started, failing each time. Third time’s a charm. June’s posts were prewritten, which allowed Mid Life Celebration’s first book to finish. The habit of daily writing each morning is unstoppable.

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You Know Who’s Books Get Placed On the Bottom Shelves?

Iowa Hotel library again. By the way, my answer below is pure speculation…

The authors who’s books are placed at the bottom, are the ones who don’t sell much.

Writing is a very different skill than marketing. Readers don’t flock to a book just because it’s published.

Great marketers aren’t lucky, they’re organized.

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How Organized Do We Need To Be To Leave A Legacy?

Two weeks ago in Nova Scotia, our son’s initials on a Canadian license plate.

Cheryl picked Chapin’s first name. I picked his middle name. Shortly after this trip, while walking down a country road for ice cream, I told him the story of his middle name.

If something bad ever happened to me, eventually he would ask, “Why is my middle name Shepard?”

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