Yeah, it shocked me too. I kind of liked the guy………
Seriously, I received a Google Alert and it was The passing of Bill Dorman. The first thing I did was look in the mirror to make sure I still had a reflection, and then the next thing I did was read the notice. I was hoping this would finally be the one Dorman I found that actually had some money; and I was his long lost heir.
Not to make fun of the passing of a loved one, it was nice to see my namesake was of some renown, respected and well thought of in his community.
When we leave this earth, and we all are going to do so, will the paper pick up your story; will someone blog about it? Even though the recognition is fleeting, wouldn’t it be quite the testament to have more than just an obit? It might be nice if you were thought well enough of to have one last #FollowFriday, right? Your life’s achievements encapsulated for all to see; what a tribute?
How long is your list?
Do you really care if I was past president of the Rotary Club, Main Street or the YMCA?
Certainly noteworthy in their own way I suppose, but how many lives did I impact through those efforts? Probably more than I know, but how is something like that measured?
Is it better to be known for a singular event, or a full body of work? Do you want to be ‘Man of the Year’ or get the Lifetime Achievement Award?
Can you give without any expectations of recognition or reward?
Get busy living, or get busy dying
Does this treadmill have you just counting down the days on the road to nowhere? Somewhere?
What gives meaning to your life; what puts that smile on your face?
Is it your body of work; the people you choose to associate with? Doing something good for somebody regardless if anybody else will notice or not?
Life can be hard. Life can be fun. Life is real, roses and thorns.
Pay it forward.
Sometimes it is the little things that can matter the most.
Social makes me fat
I’m either sitting in front of my computer on my fat, lazy ass being social, or I’m out networking under the moniker of the working homeless getting as much food and drink as I can at these events.
I eat, therefore I run.
That used to be the case and I didn’t worry about weight; I think being a social desk jockey has not been the healthiest thing for my girlish figure.
I really don’t worry about weight, because I could be 2 bills or a buck seventy; it really doesn’t matter. I just want my pants to fit properly, all.the.time. That is the only measure of judgement I need.
But I’m living. And living large.
My life is exciting because I make it so in my mind; every day is an adventure. On the surface it looks pretty damn routine and predictable, but whatever it is, it fits me like a glove.
I went to Starbucks today….and tweeted about it and changed my FB status.
What is your purpose?
It makes my day if I make your day a little more enjoyable. Pretty simple, huh?
Could I do more?
Absolutely; but who couldn’t, and how much is enough? At the end of the day when they are looking at my balance sheet, I can assure you I will have a lot more entries on the plus side.
How do you know? Because I said so, and if I say it, you can take it to the bank.
Take it for what it’s worth; have some fun, do some good, make someone smile today. It’s chicken noodle soup for the soul.
Make a difference.