Sometime around 2009 I came up with a slogan, “big dreams takes big sacrifices.” I made postcards and I liked this slogan so much that I told myself, what the heck, I should write a book by the same name. In the first quarter of 2010, I started writing my book. At the time I wrote half of the book, my family was struck with dumb luck which allowed me to take a three year writing sabbatical. I travelled, bought a house, met my beautiful wife and throughout my journey, I often thought about what the second leg of my career would look like.
One day in 2011 I started writing an article that turned into my autobiography and decided that I was going to publish that when I finished my sabbatical.
On November 10th of last year, my wife Leslie told me that she was pregnant with our first son, Andrew. I decided that my sabbatical had to come to an end. I wanted to show baby Andrew that his dad could do something extraordinary. I always saw my work as a vehicle for me to be a...
This year has been the biggest year of my life, professionally and personally. I’m having the time of my life holding my baby boy. Last week, my new speaking partner, Chris Stevenson and I, gave our first full-length speech at USC and it felt incredible!!!!!
The first half of this year I was planning to publish my autobiography. Then, one day while I was working out at Chris’s gym with my trainer Larry, I had an epiphany that I should publish another self-help book before I publish my autobiography. I already had some chapters of a self-help book that I started back in 2010.
That weekend I flew to a seminar in Dallas for a conference. I got back and started writing and I couldn’t stop. Six weeks later, I finished a draft. The book was called Big Dreams Takes Small Sacrifices. What is so special about my book is that all the advice I outline in it is the same advice I wish someone would have given me when I graduated college.
I made many mistakes on the first leg of...
This year has been the biggest year of my life. My biggest dream of having a family with a baby boy came true.
There are many frustrations associated with being a disabled father. I probably can’t pick up my baby until he’s six months or older. Despite all my frustrations, I am really, really happy.
One way I deal with my frustrations is through my work. I have always found an escape in my work. It makes me feel more connected, less disabled, and even more human. My work is one big toy for me. It’s gratifying, exciting and I love it!
Where this attitude has created trouble for me in the past, is that there are aspects of my business that are down right not fun. Everything great in life has bad parts. Even if you want to go to a tropical paradise like Hawaii or the Bahamas, you probably have to get on a plane and go through TSA—unless you have money to take a private jet. In that case, can we be friends?
No matter how great something is, you have to accept the...
It’s been three years since I started a blog, and there is no way that I could have predicted how my life would be right now.
When I started, I had been wanting to start a blog for about a year, but never took the leap. I was afraid that I would run out of things to say, but committed to it. It really helped that my new manager Kristi was a writer and bugged me to write a blog. So, I started to write something every week until about a year ago, when I decided to change my commitment to writing a post every other week.
When I started this blog, I was living at my parents’ house wondering if I would ever have a family. Now I live with my wife Leslie and our son Andrew; the irony is, my parents are going to come stay with me for two months while they renovate their house. This blog has taught me about myself, challenging me to take even more responsibility for my life, and just two months ago, it taught me to publish another self-help book instead of my autobiography.
I am writing this on July 1st because I have no idea where I will be when this blog post goes up. I could be holding my newborn son, etc. I wanted to write this because I’m keeping my commitment to blog every other week.
Besides expecting my baby boy, I have been on a creative tear. I wrote a blog post at the end of May about creating fans. At the time, I was putting the final touches on my autobiography. I had also been working on a book called Big Dreams Take Small Sacrifices. One day while working on it, I had an epiphany. If I want to really push the speaking and the writing, I need to create fans before I publish my autobiography, A Search for an Ordinary Life.
On the heels of a Dallas trip, I called my manager and told her that I was now thinking of publishing Big Dreams first. I ruminated over the idea for the weekend until I got back into the office on Tuesday. I was even asked at the conference what my new book was about, and without thinking, I said big dreams....
My life is about to change…in the best way possible. I often wondered if I would ever have a child, and now–on July 8th–baby Andrew is due to come into the world.
(By the way, that little boy already has more stuff than I do! This is a dream come true.)
Like any first time father, I always assumed that I would have a “freak out moment” when my wife became pregnant, but I’m calm.
Over the years, I thought about what it means to be a father. To me, part of being a father is picking up the baby, changing diapers, watching the baby when my wife goes out to dinner, and other things as the child grows older, like coaching his baseball team. I have friends who have children and I watch them interact, knowing that the interaction I have with my child(ren) will be different. It used to sadden me that I would never be able to go to a baseball game with my kid until he’s sixteen, so he can drive his pops.
Surprisingly, those emotions have not come up...
There are parts of my life that are completely upside down. I am a very outgoing person. I love interacting with people, I love going out with friends, and I’m always up for any new adventure. I’m not a homebody at all. I like to travel, would rather go to the movies than watch a movie at home, go out to dinner, stay up until two o’clock in the morning, and I’m very spontaneous.
But why do I have to be this way?
My life would be a lot easier if I was an introverted homebody. Someone who loved to be home in my sweats with a good book or go online for hours. Someone who does not feel isolated without constant face-to-face conversation.
Also, why do I love going to the airport and getting on a plane? Let me explain that for someone in an electric wheelchair like me, getting on an airplane is an ordeal, to say the least. It’s probably ten times the hassle that the average person has to deal with to get through TSA.
I wouldn’t change a thing about my...