Look... I know it comes across that I have this huge bad ass love affair going for Broadcasting but what you don't see are the days when you don't feel like pouring your soul into a microphone. It eats away at every system of choice. Counting my practice years in the childhood bedroom I've been doing this insane talking to yourself act for 44 years. On this podcast we rip apart the whereabouts of why it is that we do. No matter how thick the clouds or rough the desert floor somehow someway you get the job done while others are thinking, "Oh my God they are so dedicated." Stop it. It's a guilt trip. You were given the gift to do what you do everyday and it's never been meant for you. The Who, What, When, Where and Why is who gave it to you. The guilt trip is not living up to the expectation of the gift sharer. 24 hours in a day is never enough and yet we always find time to throw ourselves down in a chair and become glued to a smart phone. Understanding the art that you've made public. The art of speaking, the art of business, the art of selling and the art of hitting Amazon every ten minutes to see if toilet paper is cheaper there or should we hit the Harris Teeter? How do you move through your moments when serving is the last thing you want to do?