Category: Dear Son

A random phone call one day at Disney changed my life.

That call led to discovering i was born to teach. At 40, in 1999.

A random “Great Recession of 2008” changed my life too. Pushing 50 years old no less.

The uncomfortable 2008 Disney layoffs (i wasn’t let go) convinced me to start a business, as an idle-but-ready-to-go Plan-B should there ever be another recession.

There was another layoff, and dang if it wasn’t the mother of all layoffs, in 2020.

Covid-19, you bastard, you cost 30,000+ wonderful Disney Cast Members their jobs in 2020.

Note: The business i founded in 2009 unexpectedly positioned me to retire after 30 years with Disney, in 2014.

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Let me please just say that prolific writing – without a business hustle to worry about – is an amazing tool.

Last night a Jeopardy contestant (Alex Trebek’s final show, btw) talked about how challenging building new muscle memory is while learning to play piano. She went on to explain, however, that once all of her practice paid off, she was able to then “use the tool to play at her will”.

Daily writing is like that too.

Does this mean i can start a band?

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