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Not sure if this is Dad Stuff, Self-Improvement Stuff, or just an old-fashioned I Want Stuff post.
I’m obsessed with quality sleep. I feel if I get 7 hours of sleep I’m Superman. If I get 6 or less, I’m Wile E. Coyote – meaning no matter what I do, everything blows up in my face. Lack of sleep, I think, is the most detrimental thing people, and our society, has done to itself. For thousands of years, humans went to sleep when it got dark. We worked 9-to-5 and didn’t average 45-minutes on our commutes (meaning we could watch the 11 o’clock news, get to bed at 11:30, sleep until 6:30 or later if we stayed up for Johnny Carson, and we had lots of time to get to work by 9.
Now? We don’t. We have a million distractions, we have blue and artificial light. We have phones that shine in our faces constantly (don’t say “not me” because we’re all guilty …if I text you at 10 o’clock at night, you’ll very, very likely text me right back and we’ll text back an forth a half-dozen times.
So, I’ve finally given into the hype and sponsored ads and promotions I’ve seen on social media, as well as the various self-help gurus I follow, and I got (what I believe are) the top-of-the-line blue light blocking glasses from BLUblox. They arrived yesterday and, like I’m supposed to do, I wore them for the 2 hours before bed. Yes, they are red lenses and, yes, they caused my three teenagers and wife to laugh at me, and, yes, they darken the world and are exactly like you would think it would be like to wear sunglasses, indoors, at night. That said, and I know it could be nothing more than placebo effect, but I fell asleep at 10:45 p.m. and slept through the night and woke up, almost surprised, at 5:45 a.m. and I felt amazing. If you’ve been thinking about this, trust me that I spent way, way, way too many hours reading articles and reviews and I’ve concluded BLUblox are a leader in this product category.
More analysis to follow.

I have a confession. I’m short. My father was short(ish). His father was short. Three uncles on my mother’s side are short. I have 3 short older cousins. My other grandfather stood 5’4″ I hear. And no matter how I comb my hair . . .I’m still 5’5″.
So imagine how excited I was to learn about Ash & Erie …clothes for men under 5’8″. Read More
One of my goals for 2021 is to get a handle on my lungs and breathing. The retirement of my long-time pulmonologist coupled with the onset of a pandemic that attacks the respiratory system, has me a little worried. It seemed like as good a time as any to re-focus on my lung health. Plus, from about mid-September of 2020, my coughing and wheezing has worsened. My family, once again, is worried. I am, too. Read More
Last year, I was lucky enough to start hosting the annual Thanksgiving gathering at my house. For the first 30-35 years of my life, it was always at my Aunt Denise’s house and for the past 10-15 years, turkey-day was at my Dad’s house. I hoped that when my Dad decided to retire from hosting that I would be able to host.
Some might ask, “really? You actually wanted your siblings, parents, in-laws, and nieces and nephews at your house and to do all that planning and cleaning and cooking?” Read More
Two things I want to see before I die…
But do I, really? Because once I see a ghost I have to wrestle with telling anyone, keeping it to myself, or living the rest of my days wondering if I really saw either of them and was it a moment of insanity. Read More
I see it and hear it. I’m not blind or deaf. I know when I’m at parties and I walk up to a group of people and they’re talking about their chest freezers, they stop talking as I approach. They look around and won’t make eye contact. They try to pretend they were talking about something else and I can feel the tension. Everyone is very uncomfortable talking about their chest freezers in front of me knowing I don’t have one. Read More
Am I the only 47-year-old man that goes into a tailspin when he’s given (or wins …ahem …yes, I won!!!) a $100 Visa Gift Card? It’s like gold. It’s found (won) money that can’t be deposited into a bank. It can’t be invested. It must be spent. But how should it be spent?
Immediately my mind goes to the question, “what have I wanted for a while but really isn’t worth the money?” Read More
In an attempt to make my day as efficient as possible, I’m starting to run the stopwatch on everything I do.
This is the next thing I’m going to use to change my life …employing maximum effort in the most efficient way in bursts and sprints to get more done. This time-everything approach will reprogram my approach to life and hopefully eliminate procrastination.
Then I’ll write a book on it. I’ll call it, “Time to Control Your Life,” or, “Perfect Timing on Life.” It will become a movement …people will start to time everything they do and we’ll start to realize how much we can do in 5-minutes and 7-minutes and I’ll go on a speaking tour about the collosal waste of time that social media is, yet doesn’t have to be. I’ll have chapters on saving time and making time and lecturing people about how little time they actually have in life.
Would you read that book? How many minutes a day would you spend reading for self improvement?
Reader L.P. asked me yesterday, “what is Project 47?” Basically, every year on my birthday I start a project on myself and my life. In July I turned 47-years-old and closed the book on Project 46 and began Project 47.
Some great things came out of Project 47:
A buncha other great stuff happened during Project 46 but this mini-blender was a pleasant surprise. As you know I have a very detailed and specific list of things I demand ask for at Christmas, Father’s Day, and my birthday. This mini-blender wasn’t on that list, but my wife really hit a homerun despite going rogue and “off-list.”
This blender is one of those made-in-China products that comes with many different brands on the box. Mine is SupKitDin but that “company” doesn’t even have a website. It’s the type of product that I could put my name on (The Project 47 1-Minute Blender) if I became a health-coach, Podcaster, and wrote a book.
Point is …it’s GREAT and was a true highlight of Project 46. I use it 4-5 days a week. It can’t handle ice cubes and fully frozen fruit, but when I get feeling snacky* and like I want to raid our cookie drawer or quick toast myself a bagel and smear some peanut butter or cream cheese on it …I know it’s a “sugar” craving. With this mini-blender I can throw 10-12 blueberries, 1-2 strawberries, 1/3rd of a banana, a splash of OJ, and diced celery, cucumber, and leaf spinach into this thing with some water and supplements and …bam … I have a smoothie I can guzzle (I “guzzle” because it’s now about the flavor, it’s about putting some quick healthy sugar into my body to fight off the craving for anything with white flour or sugar like a cookie, bagel, candy bar, or bowl of chips).
I should post a video of me using it.
If you’re embarking on a Project You of some sort, this is a must-have. It’s cheap and I don’t anticipate it will last more than a year and when it dies, I’ll buy another one. For $20 (or less), this is nothing more than skipping 3-4 visits to my corner smoothie place and it’s paid for.
Viva la health.
* Feeling Snacky: the urge to microwave a bag of popcorn or run to Starbucks and get a coffee and a little snack in the middle of the morning or afternoon
Read almost any self-help book and the author will almost always push the reader to have a solid morning routine. The books say, “wake early,” and give statistics about all these achievers and billionaires that rise early and get more done before sunrise than most losers and non-achievers get done in a week. For YEARS I’ve tried to become one of those people – people like Jocko Willink (Tweets a picture of his watch every morning to “inspire” me, I guess). Or Tim Ferriss or Ryan Serhant.
Again. I’ve tried. I’ve really tried. I was convinced only people that wake up at 4:30 a.m., 4:45 a.m., or 5:00 a.m. and immediately get in a workout, journal, and have a power breakfast …only those people are successful and the rest of us are doomed to mediocrity.
I’m here to say …bull crap. I’ve started asking successful (and happy) people I know what time they wake up. Guess what? These 4:45 a.m. and 5:00 a.m. super achievers are outliers.
What’s wrong with going to bed at 11 o’clock and waking at 6 o’clock in the morning, and feeling rested and energized from a quality 7-hours of sleep? These people who claim they regularly function at high-levels with only 6-hours or less of sleep are (a) lying or (b) not understanding how much BETTER they would be with 7+ hours of sleep. I’ve done the reading. I’ve done the research. I personally have journaled …less than 7 hours of sleep severely impacts my daily mood, optimism, and energy compared to 7+ hours. It’s not just me. It’s humankind. Sleep is the most important thing we can do for our bodies and brains.
The other thing about the insanity of the 5:00 a.m. wake-up, and let’s say you believe you can function at high-levels with, say, 6 1/2 hours of sleep, is that your bedtime needs to be 10:30 p.m. If you want 7-hours of sleep? Guess what? Bedtime at 10:00 p.m.
So what, you ask? Just shift your bedtime earlier? Is it really that bad?
No. If I was single and if my spouse, who I love and like spending time with, also goes to bed at 10:00 p.m.
She doesn’t.
I’ve discovered that 10 o’clock to 11 o’clock can be “our time” and that’s also more valuable than gold (or the insane morning workout). We can sit on the couch. Catch-up on the day. Talk about the next day. Enjoy each other’s company. With three teenagers in the house, going to school, this is when the household finally starts to relax.
What I’m saying is this – ain’t nothing wrong with an 11 o’clock bedtime. It means the bedtime routine can start casually around 10:30 with taking the dog out, brushing my teeth, locking the doors, turning off lights, putting the last few things into the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen so I wake up to a clean kitchen. Grinding the coffee beans. Filling my water boiler with water.
Relaxing. A 10 or 10:30 bedtime means the bedtime routine starts about 9:30.
I’ve found, after only a few days, I actually sleep better going to bed a little later and going to bed with my wife instead of giving her a kiss while she’s sitting on the couch and then marching upstairs as if I’m going to Sleep Camp. I get stressed-out looking at that 10 o’clock or 10:30 p.m. lights-out, time-to-sleep, your-success-is-depending-on-it finish-line for the day. I’ve also found I wake up on my own right about 5:45 a.m. and don’t even need an alarm. If you’ve ever woken up on your own, without an alarm, or without the garbage truck rolling down your street, you don’t know what you’re missing. Remember being a teenager? And sleeping until you woke up? Tell me you weren’t the best version of yourself (or at least the happiest) between the ages of 15 and 25 when you had that luxury?
Speaking of Teens …I have three of them and one of them is living under my roof for the final year of her youth (she’ll be off to college next fall). Going to bed at 10 or 10:30 also means I go to bed before my kids. Plus, having Teens means my evenings, from dinner time until bedtimes, are spent at sporting events, meetings, and helping with homework, not to mention my chores like lawn stuff, outdoor stuff, and quick errands. Anyone with Teens and kids knows it means your evenings are not your own . . . not until around 10 o’clock and you (and your spouse) can exhale and high-five for making it through another day.
All of this, once again, makes the early-to-bed early-to-rise routine ludicrous (for me). I like “me time” as much as the next guy, but a 5:00 a.m. wake-up call where I spend about 2-hours alone every morning seems less about “me” and more about “I hate spending time with the people I love.”
My point? If waking early and starting the day strong makes you happy and you feel it makes you the wild success you are …great. But if you do NOT enjoy this, think about the other 99.5% of go-getter Americans who might actually watch the 11 o’clock news or, gasp, stay up and watch the opening monologue of Jimmy Fallon or Stephen Colbert in the same way Americans used to watch Johnny Carson. Think about that …the decades of achievers that got us into space, invented computers and iPhones, and built things in the 60s, 70s, and 80s …they all stayed up late for Carson. They slept until 7 or 7:30. They worked 9 to 5. Somehow that worked and American didn’t collapse into some romanticized version of France, Italy, or Greece where nobody works and is always on “holiday.”
It can work for you and me. Stay tuned for my new, better, less insane morning and daily routine.