Two days ago, my daughter’s Christmas party ended.
As I picked her up, we said our goodbyes. “See you next year!” we shouted.
We knew we’d all be back in January.
But two kids reacted like the world was ending:
“WHAT?!”
“HUUUUHH?!”
To them, a year might seem like forever.
To a 37 year old, a year is just..a year.
But that night, as I was lying in bed going over the things I was grateful for, that moment came back to me.
It led me to a thought I keep close: I'll be gone longer than I’ll be alive.
In a weird way, I’m grateful for that reminder.
It’s not meant to be dark.
And it’s not a call to "hustle" or overwork myself until I'm burnt out.
It’s just meant to make me brave.
- Take meaningful risks.
- Explore curiosities.
- Reach out to people.
- Start the business.
I tell myself: “be afraid, but be brave enough to try.”
If it works out, great.
If it doesn’t, at least I showed up.
Perspective makes taking action much easier.
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