The Life and Times of Casey and Family — NaBloPoMo Day 3 — Out of the Mouths of Babes.

“Fuckshit.”

The Life and Times of Casey and Family — NaBloPoMo Day 3 — Out of the Mouths of Babes. — The Kindergarten Kid Back from Kindergarten Orientation

I didn’t know it then, but before my eldest started junior kindergarten this September, life was simple. Taking an extra eight months away from the office after her mat leave to be with the boys (and because two kids in Toronto daycare is really expensive), Sarah took the boys on various adventures as they grew. I mean, it obviously wasn’t perfect—I’m not entirely sure how Sarah finished those twenty months with her sanity intact—but for the most part, we were in control. We taught them what we wanted, chose what stimuli affected them, and saw them grow in the world we created for them.

But what we hadn’t considered was a new factor just over the horizon—something we couldn’t control that’d affect our son in entirely new ways.

Other. People’s. Kids.

“Why Didn’t ANYONE Warn Me About ADULTHOOD???” — A Treatise on Love, Life, and Filling the Gaps in Between

“If you went back and told your 18-year old self, can you imagine?”

— an old friend’s thoughts when discussing my current #BloggerLife

It’s no secret to anyone who’s made it through high school—adulting ain’t easy. We’ve got bosses who don’t give two craps about us; consumer debt ’cause no one walked us through personal finance; shady friends, poor nutrition, and realising that it’s much harder to make your dreams come true than you ever thought before. We don’t know what we don’t know as kids, and though staunchly convinced things will get better when we’re old enough to do things our way, it’s a big, bad world out there, and no one ever really prepares us for it.

Reason #1 — Because We’re Never Really Ready for the Bigger Box.

I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t go back in time to tell their younger selves the things they know today. It’s so much easier when you can measure your self-worth with letter grades and many of the people who matter most are all under the same roof… but things can change so quickly—and for many of us, they do.

-Why Didn't ANYONE Warn Me About ADULTHOOD — A Treatise on Love, Life, and Filling the Gaps in Between — Casey Palmer 2006

32 Things I Know Now That I’m 32: #12 — Whine Doesn’t Age Well With Time.

I’ve simply got no time for whining.

It’s everywhere these days — I mean, we’re all struggling. The world’s not an easy place to live in, constantly poking and prodding us to see just what we’re made of. The number of us living any kind of life that could be called “comfortable” is rapidly decreasing, leaving a general unease you can feel no matter where you are.

But it’s not the problems you have — it’s what you do about them.

32 Things I Know Now That I'm 32- #12 — Whine Doesn't Age Well With Time — Exasperated CaseyI know that if just spent my time whining about my problems, my life would look a lot different.

32 Things I Know Now That I’m 32: #11 — What Happens When You Overpromise and Underdeliver

What happens when you mix a long-term writing project with poor time management and a looming deadline upon which you place far too much importance?

The 31 Things I Know Now That I’m 31 becomes the 32 Things I Know Now That I’m 32.

32 Things I Know Now That I'm 32- 11 — What Happens When You Overpromise and Underdeliver — If You Fail to Plan You Are Planning to Fail, Benjamin FranklinThe plan had started so simply — find a month with 31 days and write a post a day on the lessons I’d learned in my years so far. With my July birthday, it should’ve been easy enough to write it up for August. Or October. December. All the months I mucked about in 2015… but another birthday came and went before I could get on top of things.

It was — sadly — another example of moments in my life where I overpromise and underdeliver.

Thirty-Two: Happy Birthday, Casey Palmer — Here’s to the Hustle!

July 2015 — I’ve just turned 32 years old, and I’m trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.

I’ve built this #BloggerLife for myself — a little digital space with promise, letting me share thoughts and ideas with thousands, evolving around me as I learn to massage them into something more… spectacular.

Happy Birthday, Casey Palmer — Here's to the Hustle! — Am I a Blogger-I don’t know whether I’d call myself a blogger anymore — things have grown much bigger than that. My site’s more than a blog template, my stories more than a handful of images and subtitles… I look at my #BloggerLife and my other lives running alongside it, knowing what I have to offer is far more than I could achieve by sticking to expectations set by other people.

Don’t get me wrong — so much has happened: a surprise press trip to one of my favourite cities so I could explore; a fantastic Twitter chat that helped open my eyes to other opportunities… 2015’s hit me with so much that’s asked me to step my game up, grinding away at the things I believe in if I want to grow them into anything real. I’ve walked so many paths to this point. I’ve tried collaborating with others to create written works of art. Tried following blogging rules and best practices to catch as many eyeballs as possible. But the journey’s taught me that I can’t accomplish everything I’m going for if I just stay one thing.

I can’t do things like everyone else does and expect to find my answers — I need to carve a path from the bedrock of my life; one that’ll let me do everything I must as a husband and father, but still let me create what I want to without sacrificing precious sleep and sanity.

And for that, a little over three decades deep into my life, I look at everything I’ve built so far and ask myself the simplest of questions:

What now?

31 Things I Know Now That I’m 31: #10 — No One’s Harder On Me Than ME.

In my ideal world, I’d be blogging every day with months of content queued up so I could spend my days exploring other interests, and living my life like a normal person — like those people I see on Netflix who go to bed at reasonable hours and look so well-rested when they get into the office in the morning. I wouldn’t be plagued by piles of ideas large enough to keep a fire going a few nights, thinking all these half-written posts good enough to start from… but usually just ending up with more half-written posts. I’d never suffer bouts of writer’s block, feeling like I’ve said everything worth saying with a tired and heavy soul unable to keep up. I’d never feel overwhelmed by all this work that feels undone, chasing after resolution that constantly feels out of reach, taunting me with visions of what life could be like if I could just get my act together. I feel like there’s just so much I could do if the cards played out a slightly different way, not making it as hard to get things done in a life trying to pull me in so many directions.

But this is the life I have, and the hand dealt to me to live it. It’s up to me to do what I will with it all, using every last thing I have in me to do the very best I can with what days I have.

Ain’t no one gonna make your life easier for you but you.

31 Things I Know Now That I’m 31: #9 — The Practice of Patience – Learning to Play the Long Game

In the #BloggerLife, I need to accept that success won’t come overnight. I’ve never been the best at exercising patience, but if I’m looking to build something that’ll last and make its mark on the world around it, I need to build it right, giving it whatever time and effort it needs to grow into something magnificent.

To this end, I often tell people I’m working with a 25-year plan. Oprah was around my age when she started the Oprah Winfrey Show in Chicago, a then-little known radio personality who producers were giving a shot with a regular TV time slot to build her audience. Through the decades that followed, she built that chance into the empire we know today, with millions clinging to her every word as she shares intimate moments with some of the most powerful and influential people known today!

That’s how I see my brand — something eventually growing beyond the bounds of a blog, letting me tell stories that people wouldn’t hear otherwise. Even in the moments where the momentum’s at a standstill, the Gmail inbox devoid of anything interesting and the brain struggling to come up with an original thought, I’m learning more and more that there’re only 24 hours every day, and with the few available to hustle on the side diminishing as I grow older, I need to appreciate what I did accomplish in a day — not lament the things I didn’t.

31 Things I Know Now That I’m 31: #7 — Find Your Mountaintop.


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Everyone should have at least one experience that’s truly for themselves — something utterly indelible from their life story that lays the foundation for everything to happen from that point forward… the stuff of epiphanies. Too often, we take our lives for granted — too many of us have grown accustomed to having things simply handed to us, no longer fit to fight for anything we really want from our lives. We simply expect that water comes from the tap when we turn the faucet, or that the Internet will load blazingly fast when we use it. In the “developed world”, we’ve become soft. Lazy. Woefully complacent, quietly accepting mediocrity as our standard, not fighting for something more.

Me — I had to climb 19,000 feet to find my experience, my body beaten and battered, awash with the unfiltered rays of the sun as I realized something that’s spurred me forward ever since —

“If I can do this, I can do anything.”

GIVEAWAY POST: Subway Canada Helps Me #BuildAWinner — the #CarlsCrew Wrap-Up!

So it’s late April and we’re on the other end of the Carl’s Crew challenge sponsored by Subway Canada. Six weeks later, I’ll admit — I’m not much better than when I started. I’m still up at all hours working on the #BloggerLife, trying to turn all these ideas into… something. I still stress eat on the rough days at work, wolfing down Popeye’s three-pieces on the days that particularly suck. Life’s been dizzying lately, and while I’ve got a whole heap of reasons to take better care of myself, I repeatedly fail, continually choosing immediate gratification over long-term benefits.

I want to try, though. I’m a father now, and my son will pattern behaviour from what he sees around him. If he becomes a workaholic, it’ll be my fault. It he eats junk all the time, it’ll be my fault. I need to make better choices now to make the best possible future for him — and to make sure I’m part of it!

So even though I wasn’t being all that I could during the six-week challenge, I know there’re things I can take from the experience, slowly applying them to my life to make the right changes.

GIVEAWAY POST: Johnson’s So Much More — or — How I Learned to Stop Slacking and Love Bath Time

I’ve never been a huge fan of bath time, but I’m warming up to it!

In Casa de Palmer, when dinner’s done you have a choice — you either wash the dishes or give the baby a bath. Perhaps in search of what alone time I can find, I often choose dishes, unwinding after the work day and all its stressed.

But that’s stupid — I’m making the wrong choice every time, and deep inside, I know it.