Hi, my name is Ed Kalaher. I’m a father, a son, an entrepreneur and a student…and I’m determined to live my BEST life. In fact, an exceptional life.
But like many, I struggle. I struggle to maintain my positive rituals. I get off track, I get discouraged…you know, right?
This blog helps me, and I hope that it might help you too.
I believe we all enter periods of reflection. Times where we take stock of our life. And I believe that a daily ritual, a simple shift in our point of view or perspective, can produce incredible transformation. The choice is ours.
Recent Articles:
A Why’s Man Once Said… Call me Doctor.
Had a chance recently to catch up with Dr. Theodor Geisel... really interesting guy. Found out a few things: 1. He and I share a fascination with our mind's authority. What I mean is...it is most often our own mind, not some external force, that singularly...
My Friend, Don
While I could make the argument that every day brings us a reason to take pause, and to be grateful for the blessings in our life...the truth is, it usually takes a reminder (often grim) to make this sentiment resonate. I was recently asked to say a few words, in the...
Thumbs of Steel
My grandfather, Elbert, was deaf and mute his entire life. Couldn't hear a damn thing, and couldn't speak. He could only make some noises, more grunts really...which changed in pitch, depending on his emotion or intent. Papa, as I called him, picked up his family (a...
If the Devil is in the Details, Where are All the Angels?
When this phrase, which I’ve said thousands of times, popped in my head this morning...it took on more than its normal meaning. Typically, I would use this phrase (as I assume would most of you) to describe, or even prescribe, a warning that mistakes are often made by...
Look Mom, Ze Plane
I have a semi-vivid, age-warped, nostalgic memory from approximately 1977 that flashes before me every now and then, and depending on the mood I’m in…evokes a wide range of emotion from curious to calm, and from melancholy to joy. The memory is that of a childhood...
The Infrequency of Justice
As I was growing up, I knew a man who stood for, and in fact fought for…Truth, Justice and the American Way. I mean, this guy was super. He had super-human strength, X-ray vision, and he could fly! He couldn’t lie, and he loved his mama. Heck, as I recall, he even...