This week is fall break for the boys. Roman is in Florida with a friend and his family. Ang and Silas are at Disney for a few days. Leo decided to stay home for soccer, and I’d like to think to hang with his dad. This morning, Leo and I walked to our favorite coffee shop for coffee and donuts and had a great conversation on the way there (on the way home was also enjoyable). I asked Leo what he thought he might want to do when he is older, and he gave me the answer I expected: to play soccer. We talked a little about where he wanted to play and whether he’d play here in the States or over in Europe (I encouraged Europe). I also asked him what he thinks he’d like to do after soccer, or if something happens, and he can’t play professionally. Once again, he gave me the answer I expected: I don’t know. This allowed us to talk about things he’s interested in and also what he’s not. I then shared with him my vision for my PRST company. I told him that I eventually want to build PRST into a company where our whole family can work, if that’s what they want. I painted the picture of PRST having a podcast company, a production company, a book publisher, and a lifestyle clothing brand; hopefully, the various components of the creative collective PRST will have something for everyone. When I mentioned the clothing brand, he shared with me a t-shirt that he saw a kid his age wearing that he really liked; he said the shirt had a cool design, and it said “manifestation” on it. I thought it was cute that he reiterated that it was a kid wearing a shirt that said manifestation. I asked him if he knew what it meant, and he said, “No, but I hear you talk about it all of the time.” Smile. He’s listening. Smile. An opportunity to talk to him about it while he is interested in it. I explained to him that most people who talk about manifestation often get it wrong; manifestation is a process of creating what we want in our lives. I told him it requires us to visualize, believe, act as if we already have or are the version of our Self we want to be, and most importantly, take action to move towards what we want. I gave him some examples of things I’ve manifested in my life that he could understand, and then I talked to him about how he could manifest his professional soccer career. I’m not sure if he fully understood, but I know that I planted a seed deeper than I ever have this morning. One of my goals as a father is to help the boys learn these essential lessons at an earlier age than I did. Having the opportunity to engage a captive audience of Leo this morning was special. And, it was reassuring to know that he is picking up the seeds I’m dropping daily and that I don’t always need his full attention for him to learn from me. See you tomorrow and keep pursuing, JC |
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“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson Can you imagine what Emerson would say today? Even more so today is the world try to make you something other than your authentic Self. Do the work to connect with your authentic Self.Tune out the noise.Find the version of your Self that you were created to be.Everything will be what it is supposed to be. See you tomorrow and keep pursuing, JC
“Nothing delights the mind as much as loving and loyal friendships.” -Seneca It’s only fitting that today’s Daily Note ended up getting a last-minute change. This morning, I made a trip into downtown Indianapolis to meet a close friend and his family for breakfast. It was great to finally meet his wife and two boys, and it was even better to have a solid hour and a half to just talk with him. Towards the end of our conversation, we talked about what Seneca reminds us–I did not see this quote...
Here is a story to break your heart. Are you willing? This winter the loons came to our harbor and died, one by one, of nothing we could see. A friend told me of one on the shore that lifted its head and opened the elegant beak and cried out in the long, sweet savoring of its life which, if you have heard it, you know is a sacred thing., and for which, if you have not heard it, you had better hurry to where they still sing. And, believe me, tell no one just where that is. The next morning...