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My Dad - bethink - wellness turned inside out Finding Your Voice

I Found My Voice

It took me 40 years to find my voice. 


What made my father great wasn’t what he accomplished it was the lengths he would go to help others grow. If you knew my dad he gave a bit of himself you. He would push you as he did me. He didn’t get the best out of us, he helped us find the best within ourselves. 


My dad was what he called a student of behavior and everything he learned he wanted to teach me. Before we got to the inner workings of people we had to get some of the basics out of the way. By five years old he taught me assets minus liabilities equaled net worth. By nine I had my own business selling Pepsi’s to the workman around our neighborhood sponsored by my dad’s unknowing and generous donation of inventory at no cost and subsequently punished by his recovery of my first summer’s profits to pay for that inventory plus penalties and interest when he found out. By sixteen we began what would be my intensive training, spending weekends at our local bagel stop, maybe a car dealership after and then back to his house where we would assume our normal spots, him on his large leather chair and me on his matching leather couch. We would begin about 10 am and sometime around 7 or 8 pm I would be excused for the day. Truth is I wouldn’t have left, he needed to get rid of me. 


We talked for hours on people, on life, on what was going on in business, in school, my mom, health, tennis and girls. There was nothing we wouldn’t or couldn’t talk about. This tradition carried through my college years, my first job, the days I spent working with him and grew to include my wife and kids once I began my own family. 


My father shaped every facet of my life. He expected the best of me not because he wanted it because he knew I was capable of it. He modeled vulnerability for me every day in every conversation. He had a way of reducing his greatness to a humble and relatable story that humanized his emotions and made me understand the most basic primal fears that plagued him or fueled his success. 

My dad was my mirror. A reflection of what I wanted to see and what I didn’t. He wasn’t afraid to tell me what I needed to hear regardless of my feelings. He loved me that much. I counted on my dad to be the counter balance to my most important life decisions. And no one could debate a decision like my father. We explored every possible outcome. Famously “expecting the worst because anything else is better.” We dissected conversations, people, motivations, emotions, intentions. It was exhausting. It was amazing. 


Over the years we became an unstoppable team. When we were aligned and with the help of our team no one could beat us. When we were opposed we battled. We fought. We hurt each other. We reconciled. We loved deeper and then we did it again. Each time I thought it would break me. It would break him. Each time we both found more. We both found more honesty. More vulnerability. More about ourselves, more about each other. More about life. Those around us couldn’t understand it and there were times I didn’t either. Through it though I learned about life. I learned about myself. I learned who I was and who I am not. I learned how to be a better leader, a better man, friend, a husband and a father myself.


I found my voice.


Who is your mirror? 

Thought Provoking

Your Monastery

That’s your monastery.

We thought a monastery was a temple or a safe place where things are calm and monks meditated in peace. In fact the word never really resonated with us much at all. Recently a friend shared with us an alternative view.

Our most difficult times, where we are triggered. Where we are in an internal conflict. Where we are suffering. That’s your monastery.

Monasteries are where we go to do the work. That situation is serving you, it’s giving you the chance to accept the feeling you are fighting.

Instead of fighting and suffering. What if we looked at our greatest struggles and asked ourselves, how is this serving me?

That’s your monastery.

Thought Provoking

YES, and….

Yes, BUT…two words guaranteed to shut down any conversation.

How many times do we all listen to the first two seconds of someone’s comments and already have a”but” waiting. Nothing negates another’s feelings like the word “but”. It means, yes … except I totally reject your feeling and accept only my own as truth.

Try: Yes, AND…

“Yes, and” builds on the conversation. It validates the emotion and perspective of the person you are talking to while still leaving space for yourself.

We all have a story. A unique perspective to share. We are stronger together.

What do you think?

Yes, AND….

My Fear Thought Provoking

The fear all shared was that normal won’t come…

Someone recently asked “what is your biggest fear of the Coronavirus quarantine experience we all are going through right now”. One by one I listened to my friends answer the question first, each of them highly accomplished leaders, CEO’s, mothers, fathers, husbands and wives. There were those concerned over the lasting effects on our local industry, some who felt responsibility for others as a business owner and concerns over choices they are making for their families. Without a doubt the most notable fear all shared was that normal won’t come back anytime soon.

My fear is that it will.

I am a CEO in the hospitality industry. I am fighting every day to return our operations to some new normal. To get back to work, to get everyone back to work, to help our guests feel safe traveling again. And yet how can we take something from this experience that lasts forever?

I listened to the same people explain beforehand what they would keep and what they are ready to let go from this experience. Each of them wanted to keep the connection with their families, the permission this pandemic has given them to slow down, to connect. They all wanted to keep the new routines they’ve found, free from the hectic world they used to live in. They were ready to let go of fear, to let go of schedules that controlled their lives to let go of what they could not control.

I am too.

I am ready to let go of plans, to let go of “have to”, to let go of the illusion that 3 months ago I had any more control than I do today. I too want to get back to “normal” just not the normal that allowed me to walk through some of life’s more precious moments just to rush to the next. Not the normal that had so much noise all around me I could absolve to not feel. Not the normal that prevented me from the creativity and possibility of a day.

The new normal.

~written by one of our founders~