#22Kill 22-Day Push-Up Challenge, Day 6

I missed a couple of days, but my daughter asked, “aren’t you still doing the push-up thing,” and I was like, yes, and so what if I missed a day or two. Right? I’m doing it to inspire others and maybe spread the word that many Veterans are struggling with depression and anxiety and we should be sensitive to that and help wherever we can. For goodness sake. They sacrificed alot to defend our wonderful way of life full of Wifi and cable and freedom and opportunity.

I’ll say it again, the fact that it’s #22Kill and we’re doing #22 push-ups, and this isn’t #12kill or #ZeroKill . . . well . . . it makes me said. My daughter joined the push-up fun. She did better than I thought she would. Go, Ada!



#22Kill 22-Day Push-Up Challenge, Day 5

I’m a little envious of my man H.F. who’s not only doing the #22Kill 22-Day Push-Up challenge, he’s doing it in a much more entertaining way than I am. He’s doing push-ups in the back of a moving pick-up truck. On the roof of a Ferrari. He’s on top of a wall. He’s doing it while tennis balls are launched towards him. But I guess, in the end, it’s all for the cause of bringing awareness to something that I wish never happened – on average, 22 Veterans take their own lives every day.

Below is as creative as I can be and it’s probably way to up-close and personal.

If it weren’t for the push-ups, what would I be doing with this blog? Usually I try to point out something interesting. I try to learn something new every day. Really, I do. Can you imagine if every day for 365 days I actually found something new and exciting, or added a good habit to my routine, or ended some bad habit or behavior? That would mean 365 new things or changes each year. 720 self-improvements over the course of two years. I’d make 4,000 discoveries or improvements over the next 11 years. Wow! That means, by the time I turn 53 years old, I’ll be 4,000x better than I am, today.

So, you ask, what did I learn, change, or fix, today? OK. Don’t laugh. I committed to loading the dishwasher and running it right after dinner and emptying it before I go to bed as part of my bedtime routine. My morning-self will thank my nighttime-self. Do you know who the morning-self and nighttime-self are? The nighttime-self is the enemy of the morning-self. Nighttime-self stays up too late, has a second or third beer, and doesn’t do anything productive. He’s lazy and selfish. Morning-self hates nighttime-self because when morning-self wakes up, he has to clean up after and undo all the damage nighttime-self did. Basically that’s my way of saying that I get made at myself in the morning when I wake up and I have to unload the dishwasher and it starts my day off in a bad mood. And when I wake up tired and can’t get outta bed at 5:15 because I stayed up until 11:30 or Midnight, it makes my whole day worse.

“The greatest danger occurs at the moment of victory.” -Napoleon’s warning

Back to the topic and my day-1 of 4,000-days of improvements. Today, I’m committing to doing the chore I hate doing before I got to bed each night to make my mornings better. I believe this (doing one thing daily) is called the Kaizen Way (1% better every day).

Little strokes fell great oaks.” –Benjamin Franklin

And now …my push-ups.

“When you improve a little each day, eventually big things occur. When you improve conditioning a little each day, eventually you have a big improvement in conditioning. Not tomorrow, not the next day, but eventually a big gain is made. Don’t look for the big, quick improvement. Seek the small improvement one day at a time. That’s the only way it happens — and when it happens, it lasts.” —John Wooden

#22Kill 22-Day Push-Up Challenge, Day 4

Something occurred to me as I took a nice bike ride with my kids to a local park, this evening. It occurred to me that I can safely do things like that, and we can all enjoy that freedom and peace, because whenever our enemies threaten us, our military suits up, heads overseas, and kicks some ass. Save for some very limited and horrific tragedies (when we had to be completely blindsided by cowards), we live in a safe and free society.

I watch dumb reality TV. A minority is currently serving as President. A woman could very well be our next President. I can have any job I want, as can my wife, and while my opinions and religion may differ from many of my friends and neighbors, I’m allowed to have different opinions and my own religion, and you can have yours. It’s amazing. I’m lucky to live in thee U.S.A.

I get to be lucky, and safe, and watch dumb reality TV because our military keeps us safe. And when I hear they can’t handle being back on U.S. soil, can’t always find (or hold) jobs, and that an average of 22 Veterans take their own lives each day, I get mad and sad.

Maybe someday soon the #22Kill 22-push-up challenge will be the #0ZeroKill push-up challenge.

Here’s me with a little message and 22 more push-ups.

#22Kill 22-Day Push-Up Challenge, Day 3


You gotta watch today’s video. You’ll see my dog goes nuts right around my 20th push-up. More crazy than she ever acts. Guess why? There was a skunk waddling across the street. Apparently my dog and I spooked the skunk outta my bushes (I could smell it before I walked outside) when we came outside. OK. So if that sounds crazy, watch it. You’ll see I couldn’t get her to sit-stay.

Now, for my blog post and my philosophical ramblings. I’m working on my morning routine. I wanna be one of those, “I get more done before 7am than most people do all day,” types. I hit the snooze, today. Doh! The snooze is such a silly thing. I know that in my heart. If I’m not in R.E.M. sleep, what’s the point? Nobody ever said, “oh, well, at 5:15 a.m. I was sooooooo tired, but 9 minutes later at 5:24 a.m., I felt incredible!!!” Sleep specialists don’t say, “if you’re struggling with sleep, set your alarm for 3:00 a.m. and then hit the snooze for two hours and you’ll feel rested.”

I’m banning the snooze-button in my life. Oh, snap. The “snooze button” as a business and life philosophy. That could be my book. Would you read it?

Then again, I think there’s a way you can use the snooze. Been reading alot about meditation and prayer. I think the snooze button should only be a safety net. When that first alarm sounds, it’s OK to lay there and think, reflect, and get your mind ready for the day. Tomorrow, I’m going to try this . . . my alarm will go off at 5:15 a.m.

I’ll hit the snooze.

Then I’ll practice my breathing, practice being aware of my thoughts, think about my day, think about my workout, say a prayer or chant over some Chakras, and then when my next alarm goes off, attack the morning.

Here’s my push-ups.

#22Kill 22-Day Push-Up Challenge, Day 2


I did it! I’m an achiever. I said I was going to do the #22Kill 22-day push-up challenge to help bring awareness to the horrible fact that an average of 22 Veterans commit suicide daily. I’m gonna have to look that up and Snopes it, because I want that not to be true. That’s awful and heartbreaking. But, having had some pretty deep, philosophical conversations with my friend P.F., a Marine Veteran with lengthy deployments in Iraq and the Middle East, I know Veterans see and do things that my fragile mind could not handle, so I can only imagine their thoughts, dreams, and mindset.

It breaks my heart. I pray for them. I should pray for, and do more, for them.

Now for something that filled my heart and I hope you have an hour to fill your heart, too. Every time I think, “that Tony Robbins is a big ol’ sham artist,” he goes and does something (like appearing on Tim Ferriss’s Podcast) and blows me away, inspires me, and puts everything in perspective. Honestly, I beg you (or ask you politely), if you have an hour (maybe a bit more), take a , on iTunes, right from the site, or Tim Ferriss even lets you just download the audio as a file and move it to your digital audio player.

Are you stressed? Do you have anxiety? Are you in a slump (as I currently am on a number of fronts)? Heck, even if everything’s clickin’ for you, I think you could get something out of the podcast.

I promise, when I blog about something, it’s not because I get a click-thru fee from Tony Robbins or Tim Ferriss. It’s because I’m a reqgular guy who sometimes comes across GREAT STUFF, and the podcast I linked above is GREAT STUFF. OK. I’m not gonna bully you. I just though it was amazing and maybe you will, too. Here’s two great quotes followed by my Day-2 Push-Ups.

“Don’t wish it was easier; wish you were better.” and

“Life is always happening for us, it’s happening to us.” on

p.s. I’m not kidding when I say this, I’m going to listen to the entire podcast again, later this week, but this time with pen and paper in hand and take notes.

#22Day Push-Up Challenge, Day 1

Maybe two months ago, bowling buddy P.G. challenged me to the #22 day push-up challenge. I thought, “I’m in.” Then did nothing.

Now, someone else has challenged me and it’s time I stop “thinking about it” and just start doing it.

What is the 22-day push-up challenge? Well, my quick glance around the Internet tells me it might be one thing, but it might be another. I found Mission22.com and it’s devoted to the idea of helping reduce the suicide rate among veterans. Why the number “22?” It signifies that every day an average of 22 Veterans take their own lives due to PTSD and TBI. Then, there’s #22Kill.com which seems to be site that started the push-up thing.

I challenge everyone reading to join me. Leave comments with links to your video. Do it. Follow the instructions at 22Kill.com. Follow and Like and learn more at these links.





I kinda blew it in my video. I forgot to mention I’m doing it for John Ballard, Pete Forsythe, Cory DeKraai, and Darrin Wassom.

Here’s my Day 1 video . . .

Fearlessness, Jealousy

Read the title of this blog? How do these feelings tie together? I’m going to keep this short because I want you to use your time here (visiting my blog) to watch the video below. It’s 2-minutes and 45-seconds, and worth watching if “jealousy” is something you feel from time to time and then feel guilty about feeling jealous.

What’s that old Bible saying? “Thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s goods (and wife).” And then something quick follows regarding “fearlessness.”

covet [kuhv-it] 1. to desire wrongfully, inordinately, or without due regard for the rights of others: to covet another’s property: to have an inordinate or wrongful desire.

Are you spending too much of your mental energy on coveting, jealousy, and envy. I am. Me! A guy who has a blog, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter, Tumblr, and every other social media where he regularly posts things about himself, but only the good things, with little regard about how that makes others feel (possibly “envy” because, let’s face it, even if we don’t 100% intentionally do it, posting anything on social media is usually a bit of a brag).

My thought for the day is this …when is jealousy, envy, and coveting a good thing? What if I stopped obsessing about my friend’s giant lake house and boat that I don’t have? What if stopped seeing pictures on Facebook of friends traveling to amazing, exotic places and wishing that was me and being jealous of them. What if could learn to stop brooding about the accolades and awards my peers at work are getting (and I’m not)?

But instead, what if I started envying my friends and their honesty, their works of charity, their work ethic, their spirituality, or their ability to make and keep friends?

I guess I’m asking, can I turn envy and jealousy into a asset? Skip the next paragraph if you’re not into long, boring stories.

Today, my youngest daughter will perform in Rodger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. This whole thing (her being in the cast and trying out) is completely on her. She’s not yet 10 years old. We’re not stage parents. We’re not pushing her or making her sing in front of us and demanding better and better performances. Nope. A few months ago, she saw her older sister perform in the 7th and 8th Grade production of The Lion King and she said, “I want to do that.” So we researched some places who might be looking for kids to audition, we found Project Daydream, and our little 9-year-old prepared sheet music (on her own) and rehearsed an audition song (truly, mostly on her own) and amidst a group of teenagers all trying out, she walked in there (fearless) and just sang and got invited onto the cast.

That is true fearlessness. Never did, “I’m too young,” or, “I’ve never done this before,” enter her mind or come out of her mouth. She got it in her mind that she wanted to “do that”, and did it. In the meantime, she’s been coached on singing, she’s gotten two small solo lines in a song (not just the chorus), they asked her to be young-Cinderella (at the opening), and I think she has one or two other parts.

Fearless. She sees some people are better than her and have more experience. She sees others who are not. But each night she comes home from rehearsal full of joy, smiles, and a light of optimism and energy.

I covet that. I’m jealous of that.

Actually.  I need to be like that. We all do.

Today, I’m going to make jealousy and envy an action item and a powerful force in my life, rather than destructive. How about you? Are you jealous I’m doing that? Don’t be. Do it with me.

Thanks for reading and thanks for attending my daughter’s performances today at 10:30 and tomorrow at 6:30. Information here.