Oops, I did it again

Overall, I had a great time at Udemy Live. I'm definitely looking forward to attending again next year. It's not important for me to record all the details of the weekend. The highlight was getting the chance to meet fellow instructors and Udemy staff in person. The two other things that I will note are that I did end up really enjoying Oz, The Mentalist, and Seth Godin's keynote, even though I had scoffed at both of those things when they were announced.

How many things could really go wrong?

First off, the title is not about stating the circumstances in my life. There is nothing going wrong right now. Things are going well overall. The title is meant to be a reality check. It's a true question. How many things could really go wrong? There are only so many that can go wrong. Many things will go right. Therefore, it's not necessary for me to plan for a ridiculous amount of things going wrong. I don't need a plan "A" and back it up with plans, B, C, D, E, F, . . . Plan "A" and Plan "B" should generally be sufficient.

Following through

It was just over two weeks ago that I wrote about reading "Callings" by Gregg Levoy. I finished it a few days ago. I also contacted the author to tell him I'd like to interview him for my "Inspiration for Success" Blabcast. He got back to me that same day telling me that he'd be willing to do it. I followed up to answer some of his questions and to get the ball rolling. Unfortunately, I have not received a response. Bummer.

My changing brain

Something occurred to me that I wanted to make a note to myself about. I believe that my brain is still as responsive and creative as it was when I was younger. Maybe it's even more creative. What's different is that it isn't as quick or focused as it used to be. Consequently, I am much more disorganized than I used to be. At least it's my perception that I used to be so much sharper. But, I'm going to stop this paragraph (and that train of thought) right here before I veer off into a completely different idea.

Stamp out dishonesty

This morning as I was placing an envelope from a card we received in the mail in the recycling bin, I noticed that the two stamps on it had not been post marked. So, I started to retrieve a pair of scissors so that I could cut the stamps from the envelope and set them aside for later when I could soak them off and save them for reuse. Then, it suddenly dawned on me that this would be unfair for me to do.