Personal Story – Part 2

Personal story (part two) by Woody Goulart in his own words…

Woman of My Dreams

I attend Indiana University, Bloomington where I got my Ph.D. in communications. I had completely bought into the whole American marriage myth sold to me by my academic advisors in college. A couple of professors who got their degrees from IU promised me that once I landed in Bloomington, I certainly would meet the woman of my dreams, marry her, and go for the whole home ownership package that newlyweds tend to favor.

There never really was any particular “woman of my dreams” that I sought for marriage. I had grown up in a particularly troubled household in which my mother suffered from lifelong depression, low self-esteem, and reliance upon adult beverages. Her father was an angry and violent alcoholic. At the age of 40 my maternal grandfather killed his wife with a shotgun and then turned the gun on himself. This was a significant family tragedy with a decades-long impact upon many people.

I chose someone in Bloomington that I presumed was exactly that “woman of my dreams” as promised by my advisors. Somehow, I found a woman to marry who suffered from very similar traits that my mother had represented—lifelong depression, low self-esteem, and a reliance upon adult beverages. Of course, I very much had wanted to leave behind the dysfunctional life I knew during childhood. Yet, I was shocked to discover that I created my own, updated version of a dysfunctional life in adulthood.

Are we each destined in adulthood to repeat what we observed in family life during childhood?

I literally was walking down the aisle during my wedding ceremony when I started to feel in my heart of hearts that I was making a huge mistake getting married to the woman I mistakenly thought was the best choice for me. Conventional wisdom says we each must learn to trust our own gut when making important life decisions such as marriage. My mother had told me outright that she did not approve of my choice for a bride. Yet, I was a stubborn young man who chose to ignore both his instinct and his mother!

The relationship between her and me survived for a decade and a half. What did not survive was how the man and the woman were at the start of the relationship—young and naïve. When my wife and I were living together prior to getting married, I got involved with Transcendental Meditation in Bloomington in the attempt to balance myself emotionally in my turbulent relationship with her. TM is great, but it was never intended to solve marital problems.

I tried to figure out other ways to cope since I very much wanted to take care of my wife. I convinced myself that I was skilled at taking care of her as she struggled with her disorder. When she began to rely upon prescription medications such as Prozac while refusing talk therapy, I had no choice to admit that I was not sufficiently skilled in caretaking and that she was her own worst enemy.

Yes, I do realize that I deluded myself for a decade and a half. I genuinely believed that I was helping her by being a “nice guy” who chose to “hang in there with her” and function as her primary caretaker. But, the simple reality is that remaining in an unrelenting caretaker relationship with someone who has a persistent mental illness likely will crush the caretaker.

While living and working in Massachusetts, I joined Rotary, an international service organization founded in 1905. Rotary puts an everyday priority upon truth in thinking, communicating and personal behaviors. Today I am a member of Rotary in Las Vegas. I’m certain that my priority to truth with myself and with others in the present day borrows from Rotary’s guiding principles.

I don’t know exactly why, but I started taking long walks in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Denver—specifically in and around Cheesman Park. I deliberately chose to avoid contact with people in Denver. I was aware if my decision to separate myself from others. I joked with myself that I had chosen to enter a period of exile in the Rocky Mountains.

That park turns out to have been a well-known venue where gay men cruise. For me, no doubt this was a missed opportunity to have casual sex with men in Denver just for the fun of it. I came to accept that I had so obviously failed at pretending to be a good heterosexual back east. But, I chose deliberate avoidance of people instead and had zero sexual contact with either women or men. I remember clearly that I wanted to be alone with only myself because I felt it was entirely possible that I might just explode (figuratively, if not literally) without warning. I certainly did not want my mortal remains to splash all over some unfortunate person who just happened to be there next to me at the moment I happened to detonate.

I started to run in Denver each day instead of merely walking. I discovered that high-altitude running on a daily basis gave me a fresh sense of mental clarity. I lost a lot of weight because of daily running; I started feeling better physically then I had ever felt at any other time in my life.

Running at higher altitudes turned out to be genuinely intoxicating! It’s also legal and has zero calories. If ever I acquired an addiction to anything in life, it certainly was my addiction to the endorphin rush brought on by running twice each day at higher altitudes. I once got the opportunity to complete an unforgettable high altitude run at 7,000 feet above sea level at sunrise along the southern rim of the Grand Canyon, which was an indescribable physical and emotional experience.

The urge to restart my life in some new direction grew stronger inside me each day while I was out running. I came to accept as a core truth that my success or failure in life was entirely dependent on the ways in which I chose to use my mind. It was all up to me now and I knew that very clearly.

I came to believe during this self-imposed exile in Colorado that my success in this life was open to conscious choices that I could make. I also came to believe that no person will accidentally be successful or happy over the course of a lifetime. I needed to deliberately choose to use my mind to enable my own success and happiness in life. If I chose not to act on this new awareness, and make changes in my life, I knew I would be unhappy with how my life turned out.

Change Starts from Within

I am convinced that should you turn to a coach who has not genuinely experience life, you will end up being disappointed and in turn, you most likely will waste your time and money. Many unpleasant life experiences taught me lessons I would not otherwise have learned. I’m sure of that! Through it all I learned that how we use our minds affects everything in our life.

We cannot escape (and should not want to escape) this essential trait of being human. How we use our minds also directly impacts many people in our life who love us. But, we each need to want to experience change and then takes steps to make the change happen within us.

Your mental and emotional traits are vital to your survival in life. How well you communicate and whether you can be a leader versus a follower also are directly tied to how you use your mind. However, I am one of many who believes that how you use your mind can be changed if you make the decision to change how you use your mind.

How you use your mind is not a permanent condition that each of us is born with. We can choose to change how we use our minds at any age no matter where we live in this world.

These newfound beliefs of mine that I acquired in Colorado did not include detailed instructions about how to change. I was lucky to be browsing in a dusty used book store in Denver where I was unexpectedly propelled into an unanticipated new direction.

The Mental Equivalent: The Secret of Demonstration by Emmett Fox is a very old book. It was my first experience with learning how to improve how I used my own mind instead of allowing it to continue malfunctioning.

I made a deliberate choice to set aside the religious aspects in the Emmett Fox book because I did not want to convert to some other faith than the one I was born into. Yet, I was so impressed by the concept of creating a customized mental equivalent in my own mind that I immediately sought other authors’ commentaries on this subject beyond Emmett Fox. You can do the same. Read all that you can find about the mental equivalent by whatever name authors may give it.

Today I remain a very strong advocate of the mental equivalent. Believing as I do helps me to be effective in my professional coaching. Simply put, the way the mental equivalent works is that you use the innate mental power you’ve got in your mind to create whatever you want to become your reality. The fact is that for us human beings, reality is not a fixed condition. We can change what we consider to be our reality.

I guide my coaching clients through the techniques and simple steps to make it all happen. You will need to find a qualified person (such as a certified professional life coach) to make a recording of personalized statements expressed verbally that you can play back in your ears every day.

This daily repetition creates your mind voice. It is the method for making sure that your mental equivalent “sinks into your mind,” so to speak. Repeated, consistent playback privately into your ears promotes your subconscious acceptance of what that recorded voice is telling you. It’s really that basic.

Since I followed this exact method, this is why today I will vouch for the validity and impact of the mind voice at least upon me and my life. In Colorado I started changing my reality by changing what I held as thoughts in my mind by using the playback-in-my-own-ears tactic every day to create my mind voice.

Not only did I end the grief I felt after ending my marriage, I also discovered new directions for my life and previously unexplored ways of earning a living. Even though I started using that tactic back in the 1990s, I can still feel the power of the mind voice.

I speak from experience that this is very powerful stuff. I urge you to be very careful how you choose a professional (such as a life coach or psychotherapist) to help guide you with putting a customized mind voice to work for yourself. Just do not misuse or play around with this casually on your own without guidance.

Go Where You Want to Go

It’s very sensible to “shop around” in life for people you choose to trust. Don’t trust just anyone. Don’t just trust everyone. If you are attracted to the shiniest object that just caught your attention, maybe you are getting sent in directions you don’t really need to go.

Before you sign up with any professional coach (certified or uncertified), you really will want to discover whether they are worth your time and money. Nobody should be able to get away with just making a simple claim such as “I am worth your time and money.” They should prove their worth clearly and beyond doubt to you before you choose to spend a dime on their services.

Where I Have Been

When I am being brutally honest (such as right now) I admit without shame that it took me many years of putting myself through rough experiences to learn lessons in my life. Rather than merely accepting what others told me were the most important lessons in life, I tend to stick close to what I’ve learned directly on my own through trial and error.

Becoming a certified professional life coach is only for people who can tune into their own life lessons and make sense of what they experience. In contrast, any coach who guarantees that they offer “wisdom” or whatever to you probably is faking.

I am genuine and will never try to deceive you. I hope you will see this truth in me.

I am someone who chose to allow my life experiences to shape me into being a mentor, a teacher, a thought leader, a guiding light. There is a word for someone who does these things. The word comes from an ancient language. The word is guru. But, since we don’t live in ancient times or use ancient languages, I refer to myself as a certified professional life coach.

The journey in my life has taken me many places. Before I reached the age of 30, my chosen path was to seek lessons in life by enrolling and attending college:

I earned a two-year Associate degree by attending Cuesta College—the public community college in my California home town of San Luis Obispo. This gave me a deep appreciation for people who choose a relatively short path to learning lessons in life.

I felt that I wasn’t really prepared for career success after earning a two-year degree, so I went next to California Polytechnic State University (also in my home town) where I earned a Bachelor of Science degree in journalism. Learning lessons at Cal Poly directly enabled me to get my first career job in the Hollywood district of the City of Los Angeles and I felt I had “arrived.” It was swimming pools and movie stars and all that jazz.

However, working in the Los Angeles media market demands that you accept many rough experiences. What frequently happens in the radio broadcasting industry is that new owners or new programming people come in and quickly get rid of all the existing employees. That’s what happened to me. I had made it to the second largest media market in the United States and only survived there for a couple of years. I felt devastated. So, I decided to go to Humboldt State University in Arcata, California where I earned my Master of Arts degree in communication based on the premise that I would be better prepared for career success with a graduate degree under my belt.

While at Humboldt, I was paid a very low amount of money to teach public speaking classes on a part-time basis. The important thing was that this was the first time I made money from teaching.

University professors at Humboldt that I respected and admired convinced me that it was worth going on to Indiana University, Bloomington to earn my doctoral degree. I followed their advice and earned my Ph.D. in communication. This kind of accomplishment is what folks in the education business call the “terminal degree.” It has a rather fatal sound to it, doesn’t it?

Congratulations, now that you’ve gotten your terminal degree, we’re going to have to kill you.

Honestly, I don’t think you will find many people in everyday life nowadays who put themselves through all this schooling and who completed four academic degree programs before reaching the age of 30 like I did. My parents used to ask me if I planned to keep going from one university to another for my entire life. I never had a suitable answer to give them.

What does earning all those degrees prove? Well, as with everyone who finishes college degrees, the primary thing it learned is how to behave like successful people behave:

• make sensible plans of action
• stick to those plans (adapting and changing as needed), and
• finish everything that you start

The knowledge, itself, from attending college is another story entirely. I discovered that the “book learning” I accumulated from the actual degree programs in college turned out to be already outdated shortly after I got my diplomas.

This probably is true for everyone today as they walk happily away from a college education. The pace of cultural and technological change today is accelerating so you should expect that the validity of your academic preparation in life likely will come up short. To survive today, you need to rely on life-long learning no matter how many birthdays you have celebrated or denied.

I finished my entire formal education at various institutions prior to the availability of personal computers in everyday life and business. Everything I know about digital technology (so essential to survival in business in the 21st century) I had to learn on my own at my own expense without a connection to any academic degree program. Also, I got certified to be a professional life coach long after my college years were behind me.


Since I had run out of academic degrees to conquer, I tried working for a living. When I first started working in Hollywood rock and roll radio, my expectation was to continue doing so for a long career. That certainly was an amazingly exciting career gig in Hollywood. It was real. It wasn’t just some movie-inspired fantasy created in the mind of a schoolboy who was only 23. But, that career was not destined to last very long. I had to adapt and change my career direction or else I probably would have ended up starving and dying in Southern California.

I now use the phrase restarting my life to describe what I put myself through. This adapt-or-die approach I chose gave me a strong appreciation for people who have difficulty figuring out what they want or need to do to be happy in this life.

There was life after my radio career ended. I switched instead to making a living by teaching college. That meant getting paid a lot less than if I had not been fired from my full-time Hollywood rock and roll radio employment.

Predictably, after several years of very low pay as a university professor, I came to believe that I could do much better financially for myself. For that reason, I switched to managerial work in Massachusetts and lasted for nearly a decade there.

Trading Mountains for the Desert

After a year of living in Colorado I settled about 150 miles west of the Grand Canyon in the Mojave Desert. I lived in Laughlin, Nevada on the shores of the Colorado River—the political boundary that separates the states of Arizona, California, and Nevada. Laughlin is in Clark County, Nevada as is Las Vegas and other cities and unincorporated communities. But, because Laughlin is separated from Las Vegas by a very bland stretch of flat desert, you need to spend about two hours driving time one-way. This makes living in the Laughlin area feel like you are living on some faraway planet.

There I got a full-time job selling and producing advertising for a country music radio station. It was my triumphant return to the radio broadcasting industry! While my financial compensation was very low, so was the local cost of living. I had been unemployed and felt happy to be working again. I became satisfied with working in radio in a far smaller market than Los Angeles even though the overall experience was not the most positive for me.

The local radio market that includes Laughlin hugs the Colorado River spanning 65 miles south to Lake Havasu City, Arizona. It gets so very hot there during the summer days and nights. That one sentence cannot begin to explain, however, how it feels to live and work in that part of the Southwest.

I discovered that is what the Mojave Desert does quite well: It heats you up way past where you ever imagined the temperature could ever go. It burns your skin. It may leave many lasting physical and emotional impressions after the sunburn heals.

For me, the biggest lasting impression was that after choosing to live in the desert, a person will experience changes in directions they never imagined. For example, I had not previously considered hiring a personal trainer at a gym to help me improve my physical fitness. The reality is that I did not focus on physical fitness and I certainly had never joined any health facility.

Because my job was to sell radio advertising, I walked in to a local gym across the river from Laughlin with the goal of pitching them to buy some commercials to promote their business. I was not successful in selling them any advertising, but I became a gym member there.

I expected that I would achieve the same or similar success in improving my physical fitness following what I had started in Colorado to improve my mental fitness. But, unfortunately, that did not come about. What was missing in my attempts to improve my physical fitness was any mental equivalent. I merely walked into a local gym to sell radio advertising. I failed to sell them anything. Instead, they sold me a gym membership.

I now see this as a valuable lesson in how not to approach changes in life. For me, getting involved in a physical fitness program with a personal trainer at a gym without the mental equivalent in my mind proved to be a serious error on my part. I merely went to the gym and worked out with a personal trainer and other gym members. There was no focus on my part on forward-looking thinking about how I saw myself in the future because of working out at a gym.

I learned exactly the correct questions to ask my personal life coaching clients to guide them to discover the core need of having their own mental equivalent before attempting to change their life—even with something relatively simple such as a dedicated physical fitness effort with a personal trainer and a gym membership. Going into something like a new physical fitness program or a new relationship with a personal trainer without your own mental equivalent potentially can doom you to failure in your workouts and ruin your ability to attain fitness.

My Laughlin/Bullhead area experiences with gym memberships and personal training were what I considered to be a complete failure. Instead of discovering a new physical fitness for myself, for the first time in my life I became involved with people who were a bad influence upon me. The guys at the gym that I hung out with were entirely focused on seeking pleasure in life and nothing else mattered to them. They aimed at physical perfection and spent excessive amounts of money to buy expensive supplements that I saw as completely lacking in validity.

I moved some 200 miles away to the Phoenix, Arizona area to get away from failure. Yet, I did not apply the lessons I had learned in Colorado regarding focusing first on the mental equivalent. So, in Phoenix I was able to find failure for myself once again. I did not choose to spend my time well while in Phoenix at all. Fortunately, I was recruited to work in Washington, DC and that provided me with the chance to get out of the failures I had brought upon myself in the Desert Southwest by moving back to the east.

Travel to Start Over

Starting with my travel from California to Indiana to attend graduate school there, I chose to accept that life is best perceived as a series of transitions one must embrace deliberately with an open mind and a joy in the moment. I believe that success in this life depends on one’s willingness to travel from somewhere comfortable to somewhere else where one needs to be.

For me, this meant starting my life anew in a different location, which is never easy to pull off. I have not always embraced such opportunities in life wisely or with a positive mental attitude.

But, I’m older now. Thanks in large part to the number of birthdays I celebrated, my frequency of travel across our nation in trains, planes, and automobiles increased. When I look back upon life nowadays, I see things differently compared to when I was younger. I consider myself to be a wiser person primarily because I accepted the need to learn lessons from my daily life.

Mark Twain, my favorite writer, provided the world with an important commentary that addresses the whole issue of staying put where you are:

“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”

More Restarts

Getting recruited and then hired to work at the national office of AARP starting in 1995 was a major boost in my life. That is why I relocated from the Desert Southwest to Washington, DC. This move back to the east turned out to be one of those famous life-changing experiences.

I believe that there is very little that the National Capital Region shares in common with life in the western deserts of the United States. For me, living in the desert allowed me to develop a deep and enduring bond between my mind and body and the physical environment.

When I got to DC, I immediately was stunned by the strong emphasis upon manmade structures (buildings, monuments and government) and the lack of the fabled wide-open spaces of the West where a person can connect with the physical environment in nature. At least I came to respect and admire the architecture and the monuments (although not the government), but I learned that living in the National Capital Region is not for everyone, especially if you were born and grew up in the Western United States where your “sense of place” involves nature rather than manmade stuff.

One unexpected change I had while in Washington, DC was to accept my sexual orientation as a gay man. I now believe wholeheartedly that every person is either born with their sexual orientation, or, develops their sexual orientation during childhood before reaching puberty.

Either way, I know from my life experiences (and those of other gay men) that it is not possible to trust organized religions that urge you to “choose” to be straight. As human beings, we cannot “choose” such things at all. You are straight or you’re not. It’s that basic.

Most importantly, your sexual orientation is not open to change using thoughts and prayers or medication and therapy no matter what powerful authority figure tells you otherwise. You cannot wish away your sexual orientation, either. It is yours for a lifetime, so you need to learn what it means for your life.

While I was working in Washington, DC I met a man with whom I wanted to stay for my entire life. He and I have been together for over 20 years now. We got happily married to one another. Not all states have legalized marriage between two men, but we’re grateful that Nevada does.

If you are a gay man and you want life coaching from a gay man for issues related to the challenges of gay male life, let me know. I can put together a customized coaching/mentoring experience to improve your personal confidence, happiness, and reputation tailored just for you and for your life needs. This is not “off-the-shelf” material. This is totally new just for you.

There were further unanticipated changes on my horizon in the early 2000s. Employers across the nation responded to declining economic conditions by reducing the number of their employees. I experienced this at AARP and later at other DC area employers. Because of living through such adventures in downsizing, I started feeling as though I was being “pulled” back to the Southwest. When the opportunity came in 2012 to return to the Mojave Desert, my man and I relocated from the DC area to Las Vegas.

I am a member in Las Vegas of Business Networking International (BNI), which was founded in 1984. BNI is very valuable to me because it provides a positive, supportive, and structured environment for the development and exchange of quality business referrals. BNI helps me build personal relationships with a local Las Vegas team of other qualified business professionals.

Attracted to the Spark

I have explored various aspects of what I can offer you if you sign up for my professional life coaching. Let me conclude this eBook by covering some ground about my character and personality, so you will have a complete picture of who I am.

Throughout my life I have consistently come across people who were role models. I watched them “lose their spark,” so to speak.

From what I observed with my own eyes over many years, I did not want to experience what they experienced. I chose to seek different dreams and different paths than the ones they had sought.

One man who did not lose his spark was my paternal grandfather. He was an immigrant from the Azores Islands in the North Atlantic. When he was a child he entered the US at Ellis Island.

I saw my grandfather as an adventurous man and I grew to admire him for that trait. His life spanned nearly 80 years, most of which were in California.

He earned personal wealth from real estate holdings, but I saw him as a rancher and a fisherman. Crops of vegetables were grown on his land and then harvested by Mexican farm workers. That was the work that he supervised much of his life along with raising and selling livestock.

My grandfather went fishing on the Pacific Ocean for recreation and relaxation, but sometimes fishing also was a way to put food on our table. I remember during my preteen years that my entire family accompanied my grandfather up to the coastal community of Trinidad in Humboldt County for salmon fishing.

During the day, my grandfather, my father, and my uncle would all go salmon fishing and then bring back the catch of the day to the campground near the ocean where we had our vacation trailers parked. Apparently, I was not destined to be a fisherman. I was too young to go out on the ocean with the grown men and participate in their secret salmon fishing rituals. I always had a vivid imagination. Instead of bravely facing the adventures on the sea, I stayed on shore and played cowboys and soldiers with other boys my age using pretend guns that we fashioned out of tree branches.

I observed a stereotypical division of labor that happened along gender lines. My grandmother, my mother and other female relatives would clean the fish, cut the meat up, and then preserve it in metal cans. Our family had a mechanical device that sealed a lid upon on a metal can. The outcome was canned food minus a label that carried brand information and corporate marketing messages.

For months after the great Goulart family fishing trips to Humboldt County, we would have a huge inventory of canned salmon to enable the meatless Fridays within my heavily Roman Catholic family. I fondly remember the Humboldt County visits as a kid. That motivated me to return to that part of California as an adult to attend graduate school at Humboldt State University. But, it turns out that I really dislike the fishy taste of canned seafood. Meatless Fridays seem to me to be too expensive, especially for people like me who don’t like the taste of seafood from a can!

I developed a deep respect during my youth for my rancher/fisherman grandfather. Some of that respect for him came from how hard he worked. I saw how he invested very long hours each day, and never really had a 9 to 5 workday. He certainly never had a boss or had to keep track of his hours to get paid. As he grew older, my grandfather diminished his direct involvement in ranching and instead focused on spending time out on the ocean.

My grandfather seemed to me to be a man who did what he wanted when he wanted. I really admired that. My grandfather, who had been born in the old country at the end of the 19th century, never showed any signs that he bought into the traditional American concepts of employment or retirement. I also respected him for having chosen his own unique path in life.

The very last time I saw my grandfather alive was at his home as he and I were seated alone having a conversation at his kitchen table. I was in my 20s and very naïve about life, but even then, I was savvy enough to stop and listen to whatever insights my grandfather might choose to share with me as I was growing up.

My grandfather seemed amused that after I had experienced those Goulart family salmon fishing excursions to Humboldt County, I would choose to attend graduate school right there locally at Humboldt State University.

One thing I told him at his kitchen table as we sipped our glasses of red wine together did not amuse my grandfather. I shared with him the news that in just a few months, I would successfully complete my master’s program at Humboldt State. I told him that the very next step in my life and career was to act upon having been accepted into a doctoral program at Indiana University.

I used his kitchen table, which provided sufficient space where I could spread out a big map of the United States. I showed my grandfather where the state of Indiana is situated compared to the state of California. He pretended to be patient as he watched me trace my index finger along the interstate freeways on the map across half a dozen states. I already had planned the exact route I would drive eastward to start work on my Ph.D.

Then, my grandfather looked me directly in my eyes as he told me something I will never forget. He assured me with an unusual honesty and determination on his face that once I moved from my home state of California, I would never again return to live there. He did not share with me whether he believed that my living in California was a desirable thing. But, the message I got was that moving away from our family was a significant choice for me to make. Of course, neither he nor I could see the future: I would return to live in California in the 21st century.

That Pismo Beach experience was a chilling moment for me. I felt honored my grandfather chose to share such a rare moment of honesty between two men across the generations. I cannot remember any other moments together with him that we shared like that one, so this experience really stands out in my life.

My grandfather died while I was making the long 500-mile drive from Eureka to return to my parents’ home in San Luis Obispo after graduating from Humboldt State. As I walked in the front door of their home, I learned my grandfather had suffered a fatal heart attack while in a little boat out on the ocean at Pismo Beach. I did not feel sadness because I believed that my grandfather was afforded the honor of a real man’s way to leave this life.

Not long after my grandfather’s funeral, I drove 2,200 miles across half a dozen states from San Luis Obispo, California to Bloomington, Indiana to begin my doctoral degree program. For someone like me who is such an adventurous person, that journey was magnificent and thrilling. My eyes were immediately opened to the possibilities in my life that were awaiting me.

Because of that Mark Twain quote about travel, I often return to thoughts of my paternal grandfather. He traveled from the Azores Islands in the Atlantic Ocean and ended up settling at the edge of the Pacific Ocean in Pismo Beach, California—a journey of some 4,800 miles from his birthplace on Pico Island. By now, I have already logged many more miles than my grandfather ever did in his life. But, that hardly matters now.

More important is that I make every attempt to travel away from my “one little corner” of our planet as often as I can to experience life elsewhere. I urge you to travel so you can see what’s out there.

Visit my website Woody.Coach to learn more about how you can change your life for the better like I did. Anyone can do so with the right guidance. I believe you will feel so happy that you found me and learned about the mind voice.