Found: Your Voice!

The Voice on NBC features blind auditions. This is supposedly waaaaaay better than sight auditions where a person’s attractiveness, or lack of, could cause their vocals to take on a different quality to the listener. It’s crazy how the eyes can override the ears like that. Coaches on sight audition programs like America Idol have been heard to say things like “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Was he singing?” as they wiped their mouths with a napkin after a good looking contestant gave it all they got. Standard Podcast Play Now | Play in Popup | Download Back to The Voice. Blake, Usher, Adam and Shakira don’t get to use their eyes in round 1, so their choices are pure. Once they turn around, you immediately find out what they think about the rest of the package. When looks enter the picture, questionable calls can happen at any moment. Just because someone can sang good doesn’t actually mean they will get to advance. There are two primary reasons good singers go home – even good looking singers… Number one, they sound like the person who recorded the song they performed for the coaches (and all of America!) Yep, some of these singers have the audacity to reproduce the exact style and tone of the person selling 1.3 gagilllion downloads of the single. Can you believe it? Wanting to sound like someone who has enough money to buy a country and then fill said country with inhabitant based solely on fan base? Crazy, right? For example… Contestant sings “Dude Looks Like a Lady” by Aerosmith. He sounds just like Steven Tyler. On top of...

Resistance Part 2

I intended to go to the gym this morning. But… I worked out a couple of days ago and I am pretty sure I felt some residual soreness. Some lingering lactic acid. No, it has nothing to do with aging and the lessening of my superhuman recovery. I intended to write a book. Actually books. I’ve got about 6 folders on my system. Most of those have subfolders with chapter titles. Odd. Inspiration just won’t strike. Ben Franklin had better luck with a kite and a key than I am having finishing the next bestseller. I intended to… Annnnnnnnnnnd there you have it. The great deceit. Resistance’s greatest power. One word: Intention. When we have “intentions” we fool our minds into believing we are about to do good. We are close to taking action. We are mentally moving toward that step. Then we… relax. We breath. We exhale. Because we know we’re going to… we intend to… someday. Resistance laughs. Rubs his hands together. Salivates. Another dreamer lies on the cold steel table of intention. Resistance isn’t bothered by dreams. It doesn’t sweat or get worried with scheming and planning and blueprints. Resistance couldn’t care less about the MAC air you bought to blog on. It’s not bothered by the new running outfit, or all the diet books you bought. It’s not quaking in fear about the organic eggs you just bought. Resistance doesn’t scatter just because you shake you fist in the air and scream, “This time is going to be different!” Why? Because the MAC, the outfit, the books, the eggs, the primal scream… they are all...

Resistance

Where I am + ____________ = Where I want to be. That’s the way we process. Very succinct. Linear. Point A to Point B. Straight line and no interruptions. When you set a goal your mind sees the beginning. A successful end. And smooth going in between. However, that ________________ holds smooth sailing AND crashing waves. That ________________ is less like ____________ and more like ___^^@#%_____...

Do the Hustle

Originally the “hustle” was a dance in the 1970’s. (Whew! Just a sliver before my time.) Then hustle meant to make money doing something a little bit shady. I guess hustle can still mean both of those, but today it’s more focused on getting after it. Crushing it. Grant Cardone talks about working your Hustle Muscle. Jon Acuff is doing a 30 Days of Hustle Challenge right now. Jeff Goins helps others hustle by writing 500 words a day. Whatever it is you want, it’s not just gonna happen. Hustle is more than going through the steps – it’s adding intensity and intention to the steps. Ex: I’m part of Jeff’s 500 Words group. I can… 1 Write 500 words a day and complete the goal. 2. I can write 500 words of hustle and achieve results. 500 words feels nice and neat. And honestly, if anyone who hasn’t been writing suddenly writes 500 words a day – then applause. That’s a great accomplishment. Hurrrrrray! But. That doesn’t mean the words will impact. Hustle writing, on the other hand, produces results in yourself and others. Intentional – you set out with a purpose for your writing. You have a reason to write and that reason is more than writing by itself. Intensity – you become more aware of how words make people feel, not just how you make people think. You choose words that will produce an emotional response or a reaction when needed. Weave hustle into your life. Become intentional and intense in your workouts. You will burn more calories and build more muscle in the same amount...

The Danger of Day 7

It’s day 7! We’re still so close to January 1, we can still touch it. Maybe even taste it if you had enough bacon. But before long, we’ll cross the threshold. The New Year will simply become 2014. Yes, it’s even dangerous here on day seven because by now we’ve reentered “reality.” And if we don’t stay focused… We’ll drift. We’ll settle in. The fresh will become stale, or worse, ripen and rot if we are not careful. Very careful. The pattern is typical. “I can’t wait for the New Year!” “This year will be different!” “I’m ready!” “Awwwwww just this once. It won’t derail me.” “What year is it?” Obviously, I’ve lived that at times, and I am willing to bet you have too. I’ve also witnessed it thousands of times. You see, back in the 90’s (yes, 1990’s, give me a break). Ok, ok, the EARLY 90’s. I owned a fitness center. We actually opened on January 1, and the place was packed. Jammed. Rocking! My business partner, Mike, and I were pumped (and not just from lifting weights)! It was amazing how many members joined. We knew we had made the right business decision to unlock those doors. Then February came. Hmmmmmm….. Lots of folks missing. Lots of resolutions broken. Lots of chips being eaten. And here’s the thing… not a single one of those folks had planned to quit. On January 1, you would not have been able to convince them they would be watching reruns of Seinfeld with chip crumbs wedged in their creases. Promise. You couldn’t have. On the other hand, there were...