If you compare my life to a musician I would not be Josh Groban. I would be Lou Reed, Mick Jagger, Wreckless Eric, Johnny Cash, Dylan or any guy who can’t sing but goes for it with all their soul! Passion. My most important life mentor gave me a line I live by, “Step out in zeal and weigh the consequences in the aftermath!” He was my pastor. Like Buzz Lightyear I might not be able to fly. But, dang it I’ll try, hopefully I will fall with style.
Do you believe that God created each of us unique and for a special purpose? (not the Steve Martin special purpose from the Jerk!) So, why fret about the things that I am terrible at? I am an absolute genius at some things, but other things I am so bad at that I should not even qualify to be a part of the human race. I like who I am good and bad and I live passionately like I’m God’s favorite (just like each of my kids thinks that they are my favorite). He continually blesses me way more than I deserve. I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and, doggonit, people like me!
I own my own business and I'm building my empire. I am a really good Landscape Architect, but more interestingly are the things I am terrible at.
I suck at:
Saying no to my girls. Especially when they give me puppy dog eyes.
Boy Scouts. I’m a huge nature guy, but sleeping in a tent is a nightmare. Cafeteria food is awful. I love super nice hotels and fine dining. Every campout I get in more trouble than the kids. I ditch dinners in lieu of short drives with my boy for ribs, fences separating us from cliff edges are only irresistible invitations to challenge our rock climbing ability, and I would much rather shoot baskets than weave one.
Road rage. I really wish I could be one of those people on the road who flail their arms wildly at the smallest perceived slight! I am so jealous of hand waivers, the way they stick their head out the window yelling angrily. I have been interviewing hand waivers for over a year, and I’m trying to learn. I try, but it comes off as insincere.
Going to bed. I stay up way too late way too often. There is something about the nighttime that I find magic.
Guitar. I play every night. I’m so terrible I love it! Two years ago I started playing. I had one goal, to be able to walk into a room pick up a guitar and play a killer Zeppelin lick. Then everyone would say, “Wow! You play guitar.” I would purse my lips, squint my eyes a little, nod my head up and down slightly and retort confidently… “Ahhh, I dabble a little.”