A brief summary of life advice I've received in the past 4 weeks... feel free to add your own!
A woman meets her best marriage prospects between the ages of 17 and 24. Invest wisely in real estate, be careful on the stock market. If you’re going to buy an apartment, make sure it’s in the middle. The poor will always go up and the rich will always come down. A marriage can survive love or hate, but it can’t survive apathy.If it can’t be punctuated with an exclamation point, reconsider whether its worth thinking, saying, or doing. Personal touches will get you everywhere, and handwritten Thank You notes are key. Just as people from Park City aren’t from Salt Lake, residents of Fort Worth are not from Dallas. It’s a regional thing. Smile. Remember names. Just as you can’t judge a book by its cover, you certainly can’t judge a doctor by his title. Make someone feel appreciated, and they’ll feel indebted in return. Beware of friends who surround you for your money and success. Kindness will get you everywhere, while self-importance will alienate you from the people that you meet. Money, status, all those things that we're supposed to strive for, really makes no difference in happiness. A lot of the time the people with the 'least' are the people with the 'most'. Take everything you hear with a grain of salt. Remain open-minded. Read. Listen. Learn. Consider creating a commune with your closest college friends. Have the patience of a decade. Don’t bother re-marrying, the second spouse is rarely better than the first. Follow your heart. Delay the real-world for as long as you can. That being said, the real-world doesn’t exist. In reality, we exist in an interdependent real world bubbles, occasionally hopping from one to the other and rooting ourselves in unaccustomed ground. One day, you’ll see your class clown become a White House spokesperson. Don’t laugh. Whatever you do, don’t go to law school. Blood pacts are often successful antidotes to procrastination. Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.
I'm very excited about completing this month's Fiesta Movement video with co-pilot Britt, and posting content along the way! Feel free to check in with us on www.seesmic.com, I'll try to tweet updates as they're posted.
I left K Street at 6 pm on a Thursday. Ran through UNC’s campus and strolled through Duke’s Gardens, sat in Franklin Street coffee shops talking business, tech, and religion with journalists for Slate and self-published authors. Got caught in monsoon downpours, and made it out of Charleston just as rumors began flying surrounding Gov. Sanford and Georgetown's most famous alum. Listened to alumni reminisce beneath the Oak Trees and dark Spanish moss of Savannah. Sipped sweet tea over lunch with lawyers and aspiring politicians in Atlanta. Stopped in Dallas for a trip down memory lane, and learned that my best friend from 1st grade has a daughter in 1st grade herself. Spoke with children of the Civil Rights movement in Alabama, ate lunch at Urban Standard with the granddaughter of a Nazi foreign minister. Sang along to Whitney Duncan’s Skinny Dippin’ in Mississippi, inbetween meetings with alumni whose animating passions are conservative politics and their relationship with Jesus Christ. Attended Joel Osteen’s famed Lakewood Church in Houston. Test drove the Fiesta with active city progressives. Got caught in the Sanford media-storm outside the downtown courthouse. Kicked back at a wine bar in Austin, enjoying flights and cigarettes with a non-traditional student who knew Vietnam before he ever knew M Street. Drove into Dallas around 1 AM, to striking city lights and an executive suite upgrade at the Meridien. Met with the PR firms for Oil Companies and law professors at SMU, an inspiringly optimistic victim of breast cancer and a Stonescraftsman. Joined my mother in Albuquerque, and rescued a lizard from a chlorine-filled pool. Sipped tea and discussed holistic medicine with entrepreneurs in Santa Fe. Cooled off over girltalk and white wine in Phoenix. Laid on the beaches of Carmel and dined in Monterey.Hired an ensemble consultant in San Francisco. Watched the waves in Santa Barbara. Ate burgers at L.A.’s Apple Pan and Bastille Day dinner at Monsieur Marcel. Connected with best friends in San Diego. Slept in the house where David Hasselhoff ate a burger just 2 years ago. Met with directors of Vegas Casinos and producers of Hollywood films.
Each day has been worth five blog posts. Maybe another day, when I'll take the time to stop and breath... for now, this summary will have to suffice. Part two has only just begun.
There's no better break from the real world than wondering whether you should buy the gray sweater or the opt for the Peach Dress instead... thank you Rachel from www.ensemble-consulting.com and of course, Ford!