This could be heaven or this could be hell.
Emptied a pantry, drove 400 miles in a U-Haul, and sorted through 15 years of junk.
Oh, toss in “book marketing and promotion” whenever there was a lull in the action.
This could be heaven or this could be hell.
— from “Hotel California” by The Eagles
We spent hours in traffic, sent at least 47 text messages with links to my book, lifted more boxes in and out of storage than I knew we owned, and had a great time doing it.
“Wait. What?”
We laughed, thought up bizarro book marketing ploys, bought In-N-Out Burger at every opportunity, and relished the time we had together.
Go ahead, ask someone to help you clean out a house, lift at least 80 boxes and put them in a U-Haul and then drive it across a large state, unpack it, sort it, make tacos for a raucous party of friends and call ourselves lucky that we got to spend time together. See if they think that sounds like fun.
I hope this comes across in the book I wrote that’s coming out tomorrow: This Is Play. It’s a later chapter, but it’s the most exciting, the most magical, but yet the most difficult to attain.
At the core of my lightness is the foundation that I’m doing with my life what I want to be doing with my life.
I didn’t get here in a day. It wasn’t easy (until lately). It was slow. It wasn’t fun.
Now it’s fun. Now I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I’m walking the talk. I’m making today my Every Single Day.
Like the dentist advises, “Only brush the teeth you want to keep.”
I advise, “Only live the life you want to live.”
This could be heaven or this could be hell.
