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[This article was originally published over at Dumb Little Man. There is a great discussion to be found in the comments, including one from Gary himself!]

I am a huge fan of Gary Vaynerchuk. If you’ve never heard of him, he became famous for his online TV show, Wine Library TV, in which he brings wine tasting to the masses. Rather than being uppity and condescending, Gary’s everyman style is down-to-earth, passionate, and fun. (He’s been known to compare wine to various breakfast cereals.) 2009 was a breakout year of sorts, with the publishing and promotion of his best-selling book Crush It.

Here’s what I love about Gary Vee:

1 • His admonition that in order to become successful, you need to hustle. Hooray! Finally someone on the internet that is not selling seven easy steps to make a bajillion dollars in four minutes a week. The people who accomplished really big stuff did it with a lot of freaking hard work.

2 • His personable style. Gary is the man when it comes to connecting with his community. It comes down to one word: he cares. Okay, that’s two, but there’s no doubt that Gary is sincere in his love and appreciation for his fans and customers. Most businesses could use more of that.

3 • His childlike passion and enthusiasm. Not just for wine, but for life in general. Watch Gary for five minutes and you’ll see a little boy who treats every day like Christmas morning.

Understandably, many people are eager to hear what Gary has to say about making it big and are willing to adopt his tenets in order to achieve their own success. But I find it alarming how often we chase down the secrets to success (whatever that is for us) without ever stopping to consider the side effects of the ideas we are so eager to implement.

In his speeches, Gary often advocates 18-hour days as a necessity for becoming successful. He certainly practices what he preaches. The long hours he works are common knowledge to those who follow him. With book promotion, media appearances, speaking engagements, consulting work, and his involvement in several businesses, he seems to be always on the go. He’s made public his desire to answer every single email he gets. Recently, he shared that he’s backlogged several months. To me, he appears trapped in a prison of everyone else’s expectations. But there’s no doubt: Gary works hard, hustles, and is busy beyond belief.

But I just can’t help but wonder, to what end?

He has publicly admitted that his lack of sleep has contributed to an increase in feeling sick all the time. And I can’t help but wonder how much time he is actually able to give to his family with everything he has going on. With only 24 hours in a day, it seems like it would be an impossible challenge for anyone. Something has to give. I’m concerned that he will burn himself out. The stress he puts on his body could put him out of commission, which would be bad for him, his family and his myriad projects.

I realize that I’m flirting with danger here. After all, I don’t really know Gary Vaynerchuk. All I have to go by are the slices he shares online and in his speeches and book. Ultimately, his life and his choices are his business, not mine. But from an outsider’s perspective, he reminds me of many of the people in the audiences I speak to throughout the country. And so I feel obligated to question the results that may come from following the tenets that Gary proposes. Even if I am completely and utterly wrong about my perception of Gary — and believe me, I hope that I am — I still believe this is a discussion that needs to be had.

Because this post is not really about Gary Vaynerchuk. It’s about all of us.

What are we working for?

What are we really trying to accomplish?

Who are we trying to impress?

Ask anyone to name the most important thing in their life. Most would put family and relationships at the top of the list. And while it’s terribly easy to spout answers that make us sound like Ward Cleaver, it’s excruciatingly hard to look in the mirror and analyze whether or not our ACTIONS really line up with our WORDS.

In 2009, Inc. Magazine asked the CEOs of the year’s fastest-growing privately-owned companies the question, “Who is your biggest inspiration?” Kevin Burke of Centuria said this:

“My father probably — he’s a retired Fortune 500 CEO and a complete failure in the rest of his life. His mistakes motivate me to find a better path.”

I’ve shared stories with my wife Kim about business tycoons and internet celebrities who have achieved, in the words of Borat, “great success!” They enjoy varying degrees of fame, influence, and wealth. And, even though they are dizzy with exciting projects and joint ventures, they all speak about how important family time is to them. They seem to have it all together.

Kim has often suspected that their spouses might tell a different story.

When it comes down to it, the big question regarding family time and life balance is this: How important can anything be that you spend only a tiny percentage of your day (or week) on? And don’t give me the company line about your emphasis on “quality time.”

Quality time is a load of crap.

We are so quick to brag about spending “quality time” with our kids as a way to prove that we have life balance. The error is that we’re using our own definition of quality, not our kids’. The real question to ask is:

Does your kid consider your time together to be quality time?

Or is it organized activity and forced conversation squeezed into short time slots here and there?

The real world reveals the truth about quality time. A number of fathers could tell you about spending an entire day fishing with their child. You enjoy a great lunch on the boat, share some good laughs, soak in some sunshine, and even catch a few bluegill. But it’s only in the last ten minutes — as you’re turning into the driveway — when your kid finally opens up about getting bullied at school.

Your kids need quantity time out of the relationship with you. It’s not their job to be able to fit all of their stories and questions and hopes and dreams and fears into the sliver of time you’ve carved out as “quality time.”

Sometimes a meaningful interaction only takes five minutes. But sometimes you need five hours to get to that five minutes.

There are scores of people in the speaking business who are divorced or have kids that hate them. Why? They’re good people. But even though they accomplished important things and helped a lot of folks, they didn’t spend enough time on the things that mattered most. They allowed their careers to keep them on the road several hundred days a year. Ultimately, their “quality time” wasn’t enough.

The answer here is not an all-or-nothing one. I’m not suggesting that working hard is bad or that spending every waking minute with your family is the ideal. As usual, the answer lies somewhere in the middle and is difficult to find.

A mentor of mine offered some great advice early on in our relationship. He said, “Enough is as good as a feast.”

When you’re full, it doesn’t matter how many other things there are on the dessert cart. By all means, decide what’s most important to you and go out and grab it. Just don’t be afraid to let the other stuff pass by.

Success can be addicting and it’s easy to say yes to opportunities and projects that promise more of it. We can drive ourselves crazy in that pursuit, and we can drive away the people we love the most while we do it. Sometimes we need to say no to very good things in order to say yes to the best things.

I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to wake up when I’m eighty-nine with a pillow full of regrets. I need reminders from time to time to take stock of my own life to make sure the highway I find myself on is actually leading in a direction that I actually want to go.

This post is an effort to be that reminder for all of us.

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Are you living life to the fullest? If you had to name one person in your life who lives their life to the fullest, who would it be? Did anyone immediately pop into your mind?

Now, be honest… did you name yourself?

I hope so. But if not, why not?

It’s never too late to be make some changes so that your answer to that question is a confident, “ME!” Need some ideas of what changes to make? Here are 20 signs that you are living life to the fullest:

1. You have crow’s feet from smiling so much.

2. You currently have something fun on your calendar this month (and next month too).

3. The idea of writing your own eulogy brings you no thoughts of regret.

4. April Fool’s Day is highly anticipated in your household. (If not, get some awesome ideas from our upcoming LIVE April Fool’s Day Escape Adulthood Show.)

5. You use every single vacation day you’re given each year.

6. You’re working on a goal that gets you excited when you tell other people about it.

7. You refuse to answer your phone when you are having a conversation with a friend or family member.

8. You’re not afraid of a few raindrops or a little dirt.

9. When other people think of you, they instantly smile.

10. You do not hold any grudges.

11. Your favorite food is on your menu at least once a month.

12. You have a few scars that prove that you’ve lived and loved.

13. You car dance at least once a week.

14. You don’t just live for the weekends. You think weekdays are enjoyable too!

15. You are proud to say you make time for quality AND quantity time with those you love.

16. If your coworkers were asked to collectively agree on one word to describe you, the word would be something really cool like: fun, passionate, sincere, silly or loyal.

17. Even though there are countless uncertainties, you are not afraid of the future.

18. You have either Stage 1 or no Adultitis™ whatsoever. (Not sure what stage you’re in, complete the intake here.)

19. When asked what your hobby is, TV is NOT your answer.

20. You know how to “just be.” Busyness is not always your reality.

This list could go on and on. What did I miss? Share your surefire sign that you’re living life to the fullest!

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I was moderating a panel on work/life balance a few weeks ago. A woman on the panel, at the height of a very distinguished and accomplished career, talked about the demands of her job and the stress of dealing with the high expectations of her clients.

“A group of us finally sit down to a late lunch,” she said, “and in less than five minutes, buzzing Blackberrys are dancing all over the table. And of course, I have to answer it. If I don’t return a call within 15 minutes, my clients go crazy.”

Perhaps you can relate to this scenario. How can anyone achieve life balance with A.D.D.-riddled Blackberrys and clients who think you live at work, right?

Except there’s one problem: If your life balance is screwed up, it’s your fault, not anyone else’s.

After the woman was done with her little rant, a silver-haired man with a relaxed, easygoing nature proceeded to obliterate her reality right out of the water.

“I think that what we fail to realize,” he began, “Is that WE set the expectations, not the client. At the very beginning of the relationship, if you answer every call or email within the hour, they’ll begin to expect that. Which then makes you feel even more obligated to live up to those expectations.”

“It takes a conscious effort to NOT work on a Saturday or come in at 7 a.m.,” he continued. “If you typically come in at those times, your boss and colleagues will come to expect that as well, and they’ll find stuff for you to do at those times, making it more likely that you’ll feel like you NEED to be there at those times.”

It’s a vicious circle begun by our own hand.

Perhaps even more fascinating to me was learning that this guy didn’t even have a Blackberry (or an iPhone). He only checks e-mail a few times a week. And even airport security screeners don’t believe him when he tells them that there is no computer in his traveling briefcase. And yet he has a similarly flourishing career, is well-respected in his industry, and serves at high levels on the boards of multiple professional and charitable organizations.

It’s always easier to point to someone — or something else — as a reason why we’re always running on fumes or don’t get to see our kids as often as we’d like. But these are merely excuses, and as Alexander Pope said, “An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.”

The good news is that expectations can be reset, sometimes as simply as having one conversation with your boss or client. In his book, The Four-Hour Workweek, Tim Ferriss has a great chapter on how to reframe the way you do email, decreasing the amount of time you spend managing it. No matter what expectations you want to reset, it all comes down to old-fashioned communication. I’ve found that it’s awfully hard for someone to take you to task for honestly and directly expressing your desire to spend more time with people you love.

Yes, it is possible to rework your schedule in order to spend more time with your family.

Yes, it is possible to only check email a few times a week without your career going down in flames.

Life balance is YOUR choice. It’s not decided by anyone else. Realizing that fact is first step in creating a life with a minimal number of “I wish I wouldas.” Because when you get to the end of your life, it’s not gonna do one bit of good to blame your regrets on your clients, your kid’s coach, your boss, or your Blackberry.

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We’ve been doing a lot of talking lately about death bed regrets. It all boils down to one question: how do you live life so that you don’t have a pillow full of regrets when your time on Earth is up? In this episode we share some important ideas about creating a life that is big on happiness and short on regret.

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Are too many of your moments half-lived?

As a dad, I often find myself fighting the battle between enjoying a moment with Lucy and capturing it on film. One truth that I think slips by most dads and grandpas is this: As nice as it is to record memories to look back on later, photographing a moment is not the same as experiencing it.

While in upstate New York for a speaking engagement, we made some time to visit the Strong National Museum of Play in Rochester. Kim and I had been there before, but this was our first time with Lucy. She enjoyed it — as much as a one-year-old can enjoy anything, I suppose. The museum has a pretty neat butterfly exhibit that we wanted to show Lucy. Knowing how cool it would be, I was armed with a camera and video camera locked and loaded. I didn’t want to miss any adorable moments for the “Lucy Archive.“

As we ambled along the path and butterflies flitted about, I got some great footage. But a still, small voice whispered an observation in my ear: ”It’s not as gratifying seeing these butterflies through a viewfinder.”

“Maybe not,” I answered back, “But I have a job to do here and this is a sacrifice I have to make.”

Moments later, a giant butterfly glided from behind a leafy green plant and came in for a landing.

Right. On. My. Head.

It didn’t seem interested in budging. Kim snapped some photos, and fellow butterfly tourists laughed and pointed at the dude with the butterfly on his head. It was quite a moment.

I’m not sure it ever intended on moving, but eventually I asked the tour guide to help it find another place to sit, because his tiny butterfly feet were making my forehead itchy.

It didn’t occur to me that perhaps this was a sign from the butterfly kingdom, or maybe from somewhere even higher up the ladder. The message was simple and to the point:

Notice me.

I wish I could say I got the message. I wish I could say I put the camera down and just marveled at the brilliant colors splashed across the fragile butterfly wings. I wish I had spent more time gazing on the face of my little girl, awash with a mix of curiosity and wonder. I wasn’t completely oblivious to the experience, but I wasn’t fully present, that’s for sure. I didn’t spend enough time just enjoying the moment.

Granted, I have some neat photos and cute video, but most of my memories associated with them will be about fumbling with the cameras trying to get the perfect shot and watching butterflies though a viewfinder. My experience wasn’t as rich as it could have been.

It was a half-lived moment.

Too bad.

It’s not like the butterflies didn’t do their part to warn me.

P.S. Here’s a video of highlights from our last trip to the museum, in the year 2 BL (Before Lucy):
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We’ve had several speaking gigs since the Olympics has started and I’m finding it’s a great conversation piece for people. There seems to be a common denominator of interest: the individual stories and montages. The most inspiring ones are the ones where the Olympian overcame a major adversity to get to where they are today – whether injury, personal defeat, loss of a loved one, or just years of discipline and sacrifice.

If you’re not happy for Shen Xue and Zhao, the Chinese pair skaters (and married couple), who finally won gold, then you may not be human. That’s simply an awesome story! Or Lindsey Vonn skiing through her recent shin injuries (OUCH!) to take the gold on the slopes in downhill, the first American woman to do so — now that’s strength and focus. These stories warm your heart and make you proud of the power of the human spirit. But is this remarkable spirit limited only to athletes or is the Olympics merely a tangible showcase of the spirit we ALL possess?

Unless you’re already training for the 2012 summer games in London or heading to Sochi in 2014, you need to start training for your own personal victory…

What’s YOUR gold medal?

What’s the one goal that you would sacrifice TONS to accomplish? That thing that you believe to be possible, but not without a remarkable amount of discipline and strength of character, some moxie, a decent dose of stubbornness, and a boatload of courage.

It’s the same goal that sends chills down your spine when you think about achieving it. It makes your heart skip with excitement and anticipation when you envision the reality of its accomplishment.

The reason these individual Olympian stories are so inspiring and fun to learn about is because they help instill us with the confidence that great achievements are possible with some honest perseverance and spirit. It’s never easy. It’s a road filled with countless falls, doubts, fears, and critics. However, the gold is always worth the journey.

I believe the road of everyday life is filled with potential champions. We are all destined for our own greatness — in our own little worlds.

Jason and I are always working towards gold in different areas of our lives. We walked away with gold medals two Decembers ago when Lucy entered our lives. Anyone who knows our story knows that we had spent the previous eight years of our married life together working and sacrificing to get to a point where having a family would be supported by our business of helping people live lives with less stress and more fun. We “trained” for this gold year after year: going without what our peers were attaining, toiling, praying, hoping that one day our efforts would pay off. To provide us with a lifestyle that we dreamed of, one where we could work together on our mission and have a family (and not have to live in that crappy apartment anymore!) Our hard work and faith ultimately paid off.

So, what’s YOUR gold medal?

Don’t sit on the sidelines. Don’t settle for just getting on the podium. Fight for the gold in your life.

Let me tell you, it’s worth it.

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The end of a fireworks display is always the most exciting. It’s loud, colorful, and frenzied with big, bold activity. That’s how we imagine our lives to look like when we answer the question: What would you do if you only had six months to live?

We’d go down swinging in a spectacular grand finale, of course.

Tour Paris. Take a cruise. Visit the pyramids of Egypt. Climb Mount Everest. Paddle down the Amazon. Run a marathon. Go skydiving.

When asked what we’d do if we only had six months to live, why do we so often resort to the grandiose, sexy, self-indulgent activities ripped from a full-color glossy brochure? Are those the things we really want to do, or are those the things we just THINK we should want to do? Do we really believe that a well-lived life must incorporate as many of these extreme adventures as possible?

The question fascinates me. I suppose the phenomenon could be interpreted as a very “American” thing. We tend to be obsessed with bigger, better, and more. More elaborate. More expensive. More exciting. More extreme. The best-selling book, 1000 Places to See Before You Die appears to set the bar at what a well-lived life should look like.

There are two problems as I see it, however.

The first is that, even as exhaustive as that book (and others like it) may be, I’m certain there are a number of things left out. Someone could theoretically do every single thing listed in that book (which would probably actually take several lifetimes to accomplish), and there’d still be a thousand other things that could be added. This world is simply too big and opportunities are too numerous for one person to experience all of it. So you get to the end of your life and inevitably feel like you missed something.

The other problem is that these grandiose books of bucket lists condition us to think that some experiences are more valuable and enriching than others. No doubt that taking in a sunset at the Grand Canyon is probably a better use of time than watching reruns of Melrose Place, but which of these experiences is more valuable: reeling in swordfish during an exciting chartered open sea expedition, or spending a sleepy afternoon on a quiet pond fishing with your granddaughter?

You may argue that both experiences offer equal value for different reasons, but there’s certainly no question about which one is sexier and more likely to end up on the “1,001 Things You Should Do Or Your Life Was a Complete Waste of Time” list.

Faced with only having six months left to live, we imagine going out in a breathtaking grand finale of epic proportions. That’s how we’d like things to go. That’s how it works in the movies.

But not so much in real life.

In real life, a heart attack gets you before you even knew what hit you. In real life, by the time you get the real “you’ve got six months left to live” speech, you’re too weak and sick to muster much more than getting down the hall to the bathroom. In real life, you wake up one day when you’re ninety and wonder where the hell the time went.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m a sucker for the genre of books I’ve been talking about. I love how they encourage us to awaken from our microwaved, air-conditioned, cruise-controlled lifestyle and DO something with our lives. I appreciate how they offer ideas we may have never considered.

But rather than focus on making sure my last days resemble a nighttime Disney World extravaganza, I’m more interested in focusing on what my regular days look like. Am I happy to get out of bed, excited about what the day holds? Does my work make a difference in the world? Does it make a difference to me? Do I get to spend a little of each day with the people I love, even if it’s just a simple meal together, or a walk around the neighborhood, or a dance party in my living room? Did I make time for a short prayer with my God, a slice of a good book, or a meaningful conversation with my wife?

Days like that might seem too pedestrian — boring even — to our bigger, better, and more sensibilities. The “Bucket List” books would have me believe that I didn’t do enough. But the truth is, happiness is a lifetime filled with days that look like that, days consistently marked by deep, happy contentment and sprinkled with simple bits of joy on top.

The best way to die with no regrets — be it six months or sixty years from now — is to make sure that most of your days are infused with those simple measures of happiness and fulfillment. By my estimation, it’s better to create a life that’s filled with days that look like that than to hope for a brilliant grand finale that makes up for the thousands of days spent in quiet desperation, toiling in a job you didn’t like, spending time with people you didn’t care about, and caring about things that didn’t matter.

Life is too precious to gamble on the chance that you’ll get one last shot to squeeze in the living you missed out on. The reality is, the brilliant fireworks grande finale is probably not in the cards for you. Or me.

That’s okay. Just make sure you’re intentionally creating a life that is consistently breathtaking, even if in small ways. Because jumping out of a plane or scaling Mount Everest during your last days won’t make up for a lifetime of settling.

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[This post originally appeared on Dad-O-Matic, a cool site for Dads, by Dads.]

We bought our daughter one of those little primary-colored push car toys for her first birthday. It gets great gas mileage and holds up amazingly well in crashes, of which there have been many so far.

The other day, she got herself caught in a traffic jam. The legs of our counter-height kitchen table and its accompanying chairs gridlocked her into a standstill. With all the might a one-year-old can muster, she pushed and prodded that car in an attempt to break free to the open road.

To no avail.

My initial instinct was to jump to her rescue and free her from her dilemma. But I could tell she was close to doing it on her own, so I decided to stay put. Her frustration level mounted, but I kept my distance. It was hard. Finally, with one last exasperated twist, the car untangled from the last chair leg and she was free.

And let me tell you, the beaming glow of pride on her face melted my heart like a Snickers bar in Scottsdale.

This foray into Fatherhood has taught me a lot of new stuff about God. This particular scenario gave me some insight about how he operates.

We all have rough patches in our lives, moments when we get stuck in the weeds. Things aren’t going according to plan and we’re stuck. Adultitis gets the better of us. We work our butts off to make the situation better, but nothing seems to help. After exhausting all of our resources, our frustrations mount. Perhaps we cry out to God to save us. He certainly can, and sometimes he does. A check shows up in the mail. The idea to solve a perplexing problem presents itself, seemingly out of thin air. We find the thing we had given up hope of ever finding.

But sometimes he doesn’t step in to save the day. Sometimes he’s silent.

Even though I often wish he would step in and make things easier for me, I’ve come to see that he has the wisdom to know that sometimes we have to go through difficult situations in life in order to come out stronger, better, and more confident on the other side.

And I believe that nothing makes him smile wider than seeing us accomplish exactly what he knew we could do all along.

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