Posts Tagged ‘ Kids ’

“It’s Not A Panic!”

Whenever my son hears me draw my breath in quickly or make a sound approximating alarm, he’ll look at me with the insouciant curiosity of a three year-old and ask, “What’s the panic?”

Precisely, my son. What IS the panic?

Can anyone tell me? Are movies dead? Have people stopped consuming entertainment? Has media gone down the tubes? Is this the death knell of our business?

As my boy is ever quick to remind me, “It’s not a panic.”

I’m here to pass along that sentiment. Panic is anxiety. And, as Seth Godin astutely observed, “Anxiety is nothing but repeatedly re-experiencing failure in advance.” The sky is not falling. The end is not near. So why panic? Remain calm. Prepare for what may be a turbulent ride, but one where we will certainly arrive at our destination, which, if we reprogram our thinking, is SUCCESS.

The turbulence we are experiencing is CHANGE. The nature of change has changed. The rate of change has changed. The rate of the nature of change changing has changed.

It’s coming fast and furious now; truly at the speed of thought. Some of us will be ahead of it. Some of us will BE the change. Some us will ride the crest of the wave. Others will be swallowed by it. Though, even if you’re swept under by the torrent, as long as you manage to hold your breath, you can kick to the surface.

Media is indestructible. Media is perennial. Media is omnipresent. So what’s the panic?

The way media is managed, monetized and marketed will metamorphose. Platforms will progress. Infrastructure will transmogrify. Content will still be King. Those adept, will adapt.

So let’s get an attitude adjustment about the way we approach the future of our work, our industry, our lives. Media will survive. And so will you. Better yet, you can choose to thrive.

So take a deep breath, hold it in for as long as you can and allow the soothing words of a sagacious three year-old wash over you…

IT’S NOT A PANIC.

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What’s your Superpower?

Supa ManKids. So diminutive, and yet so powerful.

Something all kids have at their disposal, something all parents recognize, is the power of WHINING. It’s a mind-splitting, soul-piercing, stop-you-dead-in-your-tracks, rock-you-to-your-core Superpower that kids exercise with reckless abandon.

Like a giant who doesn’t know its own strength, kids often don’t even know they are doing it. It juuuust comes out that waaaaaaay.

It’s incredibly effective at eliciting another cookie, making Mom hang up the phone, getting to watch your favorite TV show, forcing Dad to intervene in a sibling dispute, and certainly as a drop-everything attention-grabber.

The point being… kids, despite their pint-sized statures, know that they need to use the resources available to them –– their special gifts –– namely, the Superpower of Whining. If they pour it on heavy enough and persist long enough, they’ll find success.

Their Superpower is simple. Their Superpower is creative. Their Superpower gets results.

What’s your Superpower?

Have you exercised it today to get you closer to what you want?

Doesn’t matter if you sing, dance, write, direct, act, philosophize, drive, paint, climb, produce, parent, teach, learn, read, cook, spin, heal, pray, imagine, communicate, negotiate, meditate, cogitate, calculate or prevaricate (ok, hopefully not prevaricate).

Every one of us has a special skill, a unique creative ability that we are supposed to share with the world that makes us feel complete, happy, and fulfilled. It’s our personal Superpower.

Like a good whine, our Superpower can bring us closer to our goals. Pretty quickly in fact, because really our ultimate goal (whether we know it or not) is happiness, and our Superpower should make us happy just to do it.

If you don’t think you have one, you’re wrong. Spend some time with a two year-old and you’ll quickly realize if something that small can bring an adult to his knees, then you must have a Superpower of your own.

So be sure to flex your Superpower today, whatever it may be. If you don’t, there’s a kid out there who is using theirs to get someone to give them an organic fruit-sweetened lollipop from the pantry while they stay up past their bedtime.

That late-night lollipop is yours if you want it.

Shazam!

Children, Chocolate and Honesty

I slip my five year-old daughter a piece of chocolate and tell her, “Don’t tell Mom I gave this to you – it’s our secret.”

She nods enthusiastically as the chocolate melts on her tongue.

When my wife enters the room, my daughter––in an attempt to hold up her end of the bargain––announces, “I just ate a secret!”

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My two year-old son asks for ice cream one morning before breakfast. Ever eager to indulge him to maintain my status as Superdad, I feed him a spoonful of chocolate chip mint and then, because he doesn’t like it, a spoonful of vanilla.

I tell him not to tell Mom I gave him ice cream for breakfast.

No sooner does my wife walk down the stairs than he exclaims, “Mom, I didn’t eat ice cream!”

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Kids are a great barometer of truth. Harboring secrets and telling lies doesn’t suit them. It’s against their make-up to do so.

Learning to lie is something unnatural that adults only get good at with practice. When we do it, however, it never feels right. It never feels good. It never really works.

With a lie, whether we’re the giver or the receiver, our inner litmus test tells us something is off. We can feel it. The truth is, we WANT to tell the truth.

At heart, we’re really just grown-up versions of that child who can’t tell a lie without looking at the floor, without cracking a smile, without being so darn cute about spilling the beans. Until we unlearned it, veracity was at the root of our nature.

Perhaps a policy of honesty is the antidote to aging: by embracing our inner Honest Abe we can be more childlike, more authentic, eat more chocolate.

Being honest may not always be easy, but if we don’t block it, it does come naturally.

Even though it tastes so good to eat a secret.

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