Saving the fate of entire families, epic tales from warn-torn countries, curing “social illnesses,” basically saving-the-planet level goodness. Damn Shazam. It’s commendable, it’s the real deal, it’s life-altering transformation. Wow. I just want people to buy a blender.
Did he just say blender?
There’s been quite a bit of talk above of Big Change. But I’m actually more compelled by Bite-Size Change. Big change is important and necessary, but it’s hard. I fear it’s the marathon you’ll never run, the novel you’ll never write, the 50 pounds you’ll never lose. What’s truly difficult to comprehend (and then act on) is that the marathon is made up of single steps, the novel of individual pages and the 50 pounds of little solitary ounces.
I just heard you whisper, “Bradley, this is comment #149, it all sounds peachy. How can we help?”
I know how to get there, I’m just not sure where I’m going.
I’m stuck in Bite-Size Change. I need to get it to Big Change. Oh, it’ll be big, it’ll be huge even. I even know how to get there. I even know I will get there–eventually. Trouble is, I’m not exactly sure where “there” is. I’m living the “dilemma” of the Mexican Fisherman (many might not see it as a dilemma, but dilemmas are subjective). I’m a smashing success in my world. I’m a lifestyle design poster boy, but it’s time to move out of the village. We’re not just packing up the car, not even the RV, it’s time to make the move. I know how to drive, even long distances, I even have a map. I need a guide. I need a mentor. Corbett, I need you.