Don't Follow Your Passion

Immediately after I finished delivering an elementary assembly in Wantagh, NY, a teacher approached me and said, "Mr. Teddy, it is amazing how much effort you have put into your movement over the past two years".  I quickly replied, "No I haven't!"  Ok, I didn't really say that, but if she could read my mind she would be like, 'Whaaa?'

Finish line speech- "Thank you!  But it wasn't hard.  I just went for a bike ride!"

But the teacher's remark made me think for a while as I reflected on the work and effort I have put into my organization, Across America for Childhood Obesity. And after thinking about the two years of touring the country on a bicycle without any money and speaking to over 250 schools, it became apparent that I have not put in much effort at all.  

No, really in all seriousness IT WAS EASY!  And no it wasn't because I followed my passion- that's just cliche garbage that is fed to us to try to make us feel better about wasting half of our lives working.  You should never just follow your passion.  The more I think about passion, the more I feel it is one-dimensional and should never be the sole reason for doing something.

Say for instance your passion is coffee.  In fact, you are so passionate about coffee that you decide to open a local coffee shop.  Soon your business is booming and you are knee deep in the business and logistics of owning a coffee shop.  You quickly find out you are not so passionate about business.  Then after observing squatters taking up valuable seat space in your small shop for a lousy $1.95 cup of coffee (guilty as charged, give me a break I'm basically homeless) you discover you're not passionate about people.  The hours you have to put into your business, the marketing, the never-ending hiring and training of new employees and so on, all of which you are not passionate about.  But your passion was coffee, and you were told if you do what you are passionate about you will never work a day in your life.  So why was this such a bad idea?  It's because a single passion is a hobby; one-dimensional.  In order to succeed at any life endeavor, such as your occupation, you must 1) piece together a wide array of your passions (plural), and 2) want to excel at it.  In the above example, if you are passionate about coffee, business, dealing with moochers, working with teenagers, and want to be the best coffee shop around, you are going to be very successful owning a coffee shop and most importantly enjoy it. 

When I departed for my first tour on June 5, 2010, I was passionate about about every aspect of my endeavor- pushing the limits of my physical capabilities, speaking in front of people, being around kids, traveling, being completely alone, living without any money, camping, living spontaneously without any guarantees, sales and marketing, meeting new people, and squatting at Starbuck's.  If I was not passionate about any areas of my 'occupation', then I would have had to put in a lot of effort to continue on with my journey.  And the second step of success is that I was already 'good' or I wanted to be 'good' at every single one of those passions.

Mark Cuban states in a recent blog post, "Don't follow your passions, follow your effort.  It will lead you to your passions and to success, however you define it".  Mr. Cuban is spot on with 'follow your effort' but slightly off the 'mark' (jokes are like nachos, the cheesier the better) with 'don't follow your passions'.  You should most definitely follow your passions.  But only the passions you want to excel at.

Much love and respect,

Mr. Teddy

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Why Doesn't Your Child Count?

The crisp wind hit my skin as I walked down the streets of Atlanta, GA with both hands in my pocket and chin tucked down on my chest.  After a whirlwind week filled with 13 assemblies in 3 different states, I found myself stumbling through the crowded doorway of Thumbs Up Diner in the heart of Decatur.  I figured I would beat the breakfast crowd by arriving at 11am, only to fight tooth and nail for the next available table with the eager and impatient lunch crowd.

I squeeze and shuffle my way to the hostess as politely as possible.

"Just one please", I said over a tall man pinned against the hostess stand by numerous people waiting for their named to be called.

"It's going to be a 1-hour wait, but you are more than welcome to find an open seat at the bar", she hurriedly directed my attention to an open seat at the 50's style diner bar.

I found a clear path towards the bar and went for it.  With no time to spare, I made it to the lone available stool at the bar. On my right was an older gentleman with a long white pony tail and glasses.  To my left a young attractive girl with a warm, gray hat pulled down over her eyes.

After several minutes of indecision, I finally ordered the Yukon Omelette (Salmon, Spinach and Cream Cheese).  The guy behind the bar was the very definition of cool- dreads, beanie and deep southern accent that held on the the last syllable of every word.  Immediately after he took my menu from me, I noticed the girl to my left leaned over to me with the look of mischievous charm in her eyes.  I slightly turned my head anticipating the start of endearing banter.

"Don't vote for Obama", she said as she pointed to the TV above the bar before returning to her straight posture in the stool.  A look of confusion quickly slapped me in the face along with the unspoken expressions of WTF and really??

"Excuse me??" I replied as I let out a loud chuckle as I watched Obama deliver a speech above the bar.  "Do you want to talk about money or religion next?" I ask rhetorically.  I resumed eye contact as she playfully tilted her head to see past the small bill of her hat.

Just then, completely irrelevant to the girl's statement, one of my favorite quotes entered my mind- "You learn most about yourself, others and humanity when you are still".  When ever I am in situations that seem meaningless or insignificant, I pause and ask myself, "what can I learn right now?"  And every time I stop to absorb my surroundings, I notice and gain insight to something I was blind to seconds before.

As soon as I opened my awareness to my surroundings, I saw a family of three walk into door.  Husband and wife with toddler in hand who was clumsily wobbling to avoid the fidgety knees of the 'wait-listed'.

They arrived to the hostess stand after a 10-minute 'excuse me' parade and stated with purpose, "There will be three of us, today".

"You must have your entire party here to make a reservation", the hostess stated with clipboard in hand.

"We are", the husband reassured her.

"Is your third waiting outside", the hostess asked with suspicion.

"No, he's right here", he countered as he pointed down to his son.

I was blown away.  I suddenly recalled all of the times I have made a reservation with one of my many cousins in hand.  'A table for 4 and one toddler' is how the reservation would sound, as if they were half a person.  Then I began to think about all of the other ways I have been subconsciously downplaying and suffocating the influence of the kids in my life.

Our kids count.  They also have a voice.  Such an influential voice, in fact, that they can evoke change no matter how young.  Next time you're in a seemingly insignificant, ask yourself, "what can I learn right now?"  You are meant to learn something from everyone and everything you encounter, even from our children.