So I have this thing I do where I’m stupid. Don’t worry – it’s endearing. Trust me.
Every year I fight this battle. It’s epic. Think the 300 Spartans holding their ground at Thermopylae. The charge of the Light Brigade. The Alamo. Custer. The Starks of Winterfell against… well, pretty much everyone. (Noticing a theme?)
My wife says I talk too much.
She might be right. (She’s a smart lady, after all.) I’m not disagreeing with her. But…
What if talking could save the world?
I am a failed singer.
I have loved music all of my life. Sadly, I cannot carry a tune to save my life. It’s a great disappointment for me. But it’s true.
In elementary school, I took piano lessons. In high school, I started playing guitar. I describe myself as a hacker on the guitar and can play some chords. Enough to rough out a song. Very quickly after picking up the guitar, I decided that I was actually a bass player. I spent my late teens and early 20s as the bass player in any band that would have me. (FYI – the bass player gets the second least amount of ass in a band. You’ve got to really be devoted to your craft to pick up the bass. If you’re curious, the hierarchy is right here.)
I am a nontraditional college graduate. I went back to school in my 30s and finished my Bachelors and MBA before I turned 40. I’m proud that I finished school but the decision to go back as an adult was scary.