Countdown To Fifty

Tessa Shore

Born: June 2, 1992

Died: February 9, 2008

My first dog, family pet, our child,

Loyal companion, selfless love, brave soul

You will be missed everyday until the end of time

Enjoy everyday in Dog Heaven, you earned it

We Love You

Just like 150+ million Americans I watched the big game yesterday. Though I really had no interest in who won, I found myself with a keen interest in who LOST.

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Over the last 90 days I have spent hours and hours at the computer in my office getting the speaking and coaching businesses started. Three times per week I break up the sit-fest with trips to the gym to see my trainer. Coincidentally I have developed the following symptoms:

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It has now been 60 days since I stepped away from the womb of corporate America and into the great entrepreneurial unknown. As a statement of the obvious I offer this: it sure is different out here.

Brilliant, no?

Here are some of the observed differences in no particular order.

In my Last Life I had ‘people’. By that I mean I had folks to help with the various brainstorms and hair brain thoughts that cross my path every single day. If I had an idea for a new marketing campaign I would call the good folks in marketing and say:

me: hello, marketeer, I am contemplating a new whiz bang campaign that looks like this in my mind

markeeter: sounds interesting, why don’t I formulate a few ideas that play off of that and get back to you , say next Monday

me: perfect, I await your call

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Thursday, February 16, 2034

Holy cow, am I relived!

I now know to the second when I will drop over dead.

This opens up all new worlds of opportunity and planning. And the fact that I will go on a Thursday means that I need not make plans for the weekend of the 17th.

I do take exception to the fact that I will keel over at 74 years old.

But wait. If I set the ‘mode’ to ‘optimistic’ I get an automatic life extension to April 1, 2052. Imagine, just thinking optimistically buys me another 18 years! The ripe old age of 92, all courtesy of the power of positive thinking.

The fact that this projection has me checking out on April Fools Day is absolutely perfect.

Thanks to the good folks at The Death Clock for this clarity.