The joy and power of pushing limits

Like most of you, I’ve faced a number of challenges in my life that have pushed me well outside my comfort zones. Some of these challenges –such as a Parkinson’s diagnosis and the sudden loss of my wife–were unexpected, thrust upon me when I wasn’t ready. Others I chose deliberately—like moving across the country 26 years ago or signing up for a 28-day Outward Bound wilderness course to test my limits.

What I learned from these experiences is that many of the barriers I believed existed were self-imposed. When faced with physical, mental, or emotional challenges, I found that I was capable of much more than I had given myself credit for.

Early in my career, I was fortunate to have a boss who believed in me more than I believed in myself. He provided countless opportunities for growth, often putting me in roles that were a size too large for me at the time. But I thrived by learning from failure and pushing past my limits, while building strength and resilience along the way.

I have always been a firm believer in stepping outside my comfort zone to grow—while still making room for a bit of fun in the process.

A couple of weeks ago, I had an experience that combined both challenge and fun. A good family friend, who sings and plays guitar at a local honky-tonk, once mentioned I should join him for a song. Now, here’s the thing—I don’t sing. At least, not in front of anyone. Shower and car karaoke? Sure. But that’s about it. I said , “Well, that might be fun.”

Imagine my surprise when he enthusiastically said, “Let’s do it!” We set a date far enough in advance to give me time to practice, and I picked two classic Hank Williams songs—“There’s a Tear in My Beer” and “Hey, Good Lookin’.”

Of course, being a New Englander, I had to get into the spirit of things, so I went to a western store and bought a ten gallon cowboy hat and shirt. (I already had the jeans and boots.)

The big day arrived, and I was a bundle of nerves, though excited at the same time. The stage and microphone didn’t faze me too much—I’m comfortable in front of crowds thanks to my work as a speaker. But singing? That was a whole new territory.

When my turn came, I sang the songs as best as I could, kept going when a water glass crashed to the floor at a nearby table, and wrapped it up to a supportive round of applause. The point wasn’t to prove I’m a great singer (because, let’s be real, I’m not). It was about putting myself in an uncomfortable yet fun situation—one that helped me stay connected to the spirit of living fully, even after my wife’s passing.

What’s next for Life 3.0? I’m not sure yet, but I know it will involve new challenges–some chosen, others not. Coasting through life only leads downhill, so embracing change and pushing boundaries is key to a rich, meaningful, and fun life. And isn’t that what it’s all about? Cowboy up!

Love you all