Vacation Time

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img_20160727_162916Tomorrow at 1:00 pm, I am on vacation!

For the first time in close to 11 months I will have an extended time away from the four jobs I call a career.

And it all starts with a trip to the dentist. Then teaching.

Wait….Yeah. Dentist then teaching.

Doesn’t sound like the start of a vacation. Sounds pretty bad actually.

Post teaching, I am driving through the night, oh I love the peace and quiet of middle-of-the-night highway driving, to the Badlands in South Dakota.

For me, the moment my mind believes that vacation is starting, my body and soul respond and I get super mellow and relaxed. Hmmm. Maybe I should do this more often even if the reality of vacation is nothing more than fiction in my mind. Note to self.

Anyway, tomorrow at 1 pm….I am on vacation. South Dakota, Wyoming and Colorado are the tour stops for my fast and furious travels to National Parks and the Pike’s Peak Hill Climb event.

Be watching for posts on this blog, Twitter, and Instagram.

Until then, Bob Zima – Out.

Time to Play

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Yesterday, I was speaking with a few people and stated, “a piano is being delivered to my home as we speak.” One of those individuals, who has worked for me for the past year, asked, “Oh, who plays the piano in your home?”

“Why Me!” I said.

Funny, how someone with whom I work did know that I played piano.


I play the piano. I write songs. I have been in performances with my own works in churches, malls and schools. I can’t sing worth a lick yet I don’t care. I perform my own works.

I learned years ago under the guiding hand of my grandmother, who was a formally trained opera performer. My grandmother and I also played tennis together and traveled the world together.

Upon her need to move into an assisted living home in 2000, I inherited her piano. It was an honor. I planned on teaching my children. I planned on playing every day. Writing more and leveraging piano in my therapy, keynotes and workshops. Upon my homelessness due to bankruptcy in 2002, I lost the piano to another family member.

Yesterday, twelve years later and many miles on the highway of healing and rebuilding, I once again took possession of the piano.

It is beat up. Out of tune and in sad shape. Yet, it’s return to my home signifies how life can come full circle.

Now, what in the hell does life and healing have in store for me as a result of the return of a piano on which I wrote a song that won me a trophy and ribbon and title, Star Search West Suburbs Chicago, 1985?

I guess I will find out.

Healing: It Ain’t for Wimps

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So my latest book is now available via Amazon and for Kindle ready devices.

Here’s the skinny on the book:

Healing WimpsBob Zima, Frequent Flyer to Hell and Back, shares with you, the awesome power of making the bold and brave decision to get your head out of your ass and your ass off of the couch to start healing from the fit hits the shan moments of your life. When the world kicks you in the balls and leaves you for dead on the highway to hell, its easy to give-up and choose to not heal. Welcome to a life full of pain and regret. Or heal. Get your head out of your ass and ass off of the couch and get busy living again. The choice is up to you!

A reviewed called it: Dynamic, Compelling, Transformative, Transparent

Get the book now:

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