I remember a cross-stitch picture that used to hang in my brother’s room. It was of a deer and underneath it were the words, “My First Deer”, commemorating his first “hunting trophy”.
As children, our world is defined by our firsts…. which kept life a constant adventure… there was NO comfort zone that stood a chance of lasting the month.
What happened to us? When did we start actually “craving” the comfort zone? (Quick note: The “comfort zone” is about as safe today as the slowly warming water that eventually turns to a boil and kills the frog!!)
As adults, when was the last time YOU had a “first” of ANY kind?
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I’m about to start my first real job at the age of 28. I’ve had lots of jobs thus far in my life: part time work at a campus bookstore, teaching children’s gymnastic lessons, summer camp counselor, and five years as a Navy Officer. However, this will be the first full-time job where I can be FIRED if I don’t perform well. That is frightening!
I was actually on your website today to tell you that I really liked the newsetter you distributed today. Very useful and straight to the point. And, as always, your vigourous, upbeat writing is a pleasure to read.