Radio Silent


22fe235beade2688808b25d83462b080_touches-of-sense-radio-silence-radio-silence-meme_640-480Want to jump start your healing?

Want to get away for a while?

Go Radio Silent

Turn off the fucking cell phone.

Yeah. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and even Pintrest can wait. You soul, with all of that backed up shit (a.k.a. hurt and fear) can’t.

Unplug. Unwind. Unkink the rope.

Turn off the cell. Go radio silent for the day.

Nothing, and I really mean, nothing is that important that 24 without your cell can’t wait for. I know, what if there is an emergency? And what f there is. Then your radio silent day is the way that it was supposed to happen and the manner in which you found out and how you found out is the way that it was meant to be.

And besides, with a world of cell phone addicted people….you will be eventually contacted about any emergency. Hell, this ain’t the 70s.

A Life Change; Long Needed!


Bob Zima, counselor and Frequent Flyer to Hell and Back, needed a change in his life so he decided to purchase a minor league hockey team. And he also won a dilapidated stadium with NO ICE, a cafe’ and radio station. Wow. Now that is a life change.

In this scripted and fictional life story of the writer and producer and host, you will experience a wide range of satirical and cathartic entertainment and at times therapeutic event.

The Podcast takes place at The Grumpy Gator Cafe’ in the Pelican Ice House and features a wide range of Bob’s Character-Defects!

Check out Bob’s latest podcast or BobCast as he likes to say.



So how is it that you take a risk, set sail from a comfortable Harbor into the Open Seas, in an effort to find Adventure.  Adventure that will bring meaning and significance and healing into your life. After all healing is nothing more than a series of Adventures in which we find and apply significant meaning to the people places and things in our lives as well as our actions and the outcomes of those actions.

How is it that our risk-taking behaviors, which often require a fuck you and the horse you rode in on Mantra and mentality, can be compatible with an I actually care and take personal responsibility set of behaviors. 

Do you know what I’m talking about?

Healing is an independent activity in which we, as independent travelers, set our own path towards a treasure that is worth more than silver and gold. We are the ones who chart our course. We are the ones with that unique Compass. Sometimes our healing Adventures take us in opposite direction of Those whom we love or where we thought we would be heading. In order to fully heal we must be willing to say what the fuck, I’m going in this direction. And when people prevent us from going in that direction we need to be able to say goodbye. Well that was rather polite. Better to say goodbye then fuck you, I’m out of here.

For most of us who do this, meaning set our own course and walk away from those who would prevent us from healing, we need to be able to cope with and deal with the anxiety that comes from the need to chart our own course off and our own Direction and at times build boundaries with those who are preventing us from seeking our true healing path. It is this anxiety that drives our behaviors which instead of leading to Healing lead to a trail of disconnected in dysfunctional relationships in our wake.

Finding a way out of this pattern of course is the first step towards mental Wellness or I should say maybe step 20 or 22.

The Hope of a Friday


And so it is Friday. 

The Holy Grail of the work week. Although truth be told my work week is 7 days a week. I am three different jobs and then I’m a director five days a week, a private practice counselor for days a week and occasionally I teach soon to be counselors how to do the voodoo that they need to do doo.

I’m not complaining. 

I love being busy. In fact in my perfect world I’m still working 7 days a week anyways. Although that’s  seven days a week of writing, podcasting, doing videos,  giving presentation in keynote addresses period basically I’m doing most of the shit I’m doing now just more full time. In fact if what I’m doing now, in terms of my creative endeavors and initiatives, would pay all of the bills I’d be one happy fucking camper.

Anyways, I digress! Friday is a day filled with hope. 

Today in the northwest suburbs of Chicago, where I live, it’s going to be 71. And it’s March! Meaning that great weather and sun will be plentiful moving forward. This of course brings me hope because I think of all the wonderful things I can do when the weather is halfway decent. 

I’m also going to be going to a hockey game this weekend. I love hockey. It is my healing medication. It’s one of the most important thing I do when it comes to my own healing so I’m looking forward to that. 

There’s hoops this evening on the television. My son and I will be the only ones in the house is my wife and daughter have things to do. So it’ll be March Madness, chicken wings, non-alcoholic beer for me and Arnold Palmer’s for my son and hopefully a number of buzzer beaters.

All of that good shit rolling through my brain and my mind makes for one happy camper known as bomb. Easy life ain’t that complicated folks when we think good thoughts, when we have faith in ourselves and our lives and that Good times and good food and good friends and family are soon to be a reality hope is easy to come by. Cold and raining, I had nothing planned for the weekend I probably would be depressed.