The second lap of the race was killing me. Every fiber of my being was on fire, oxygen wouldn’t come fast enough, and I was easily distracted by the crowd. But there it was, sitting on the ground and demanding that I redouble my efforts. I put one foot in front of the other, straining to reach the starting line one more time.
Growing up in the United States of America has been a real privilege. What follows is the chronicle of one young man as he contemplates freedom.
I can finally show off some stuff I have been up to with my good friend Wesley Noble – we started a podcast interviewing people from/in/around the great Midwest, USA. Check it out!
8:00am on a chilly morning in Springfield, Missouri. One of my neighbors, a woman in her mid-twenties, is trying to scrape several layers of ice off her windshield with a tiny scraper. I have a couple hefty ones in my car – growing up in the Midwest has its advantages – and immediately feel obligated to offer my assistance.
10:00 PM. Today has been a full day of writing code, having meetings, and thanking the well-wishers who stopped by to say hello. This is what my mom would call a “grown-up” birthday, and it made me wonder where celebration and comfort fit in a culturally-acceptable view of everyday life.
Sometimes I forget that there are people who don’t spend all day staring at screens. While that may seem like an oddity nowadays, you don’t have to go back in time very far to find that it was once the rule, not the exception.
You know those movies where the main character is stuck in a time loop, the woman checks out the noise, and the guy walks into the dark hallway? Those stories suck.
Find something cool or fun to say next Friday when nothing else is going on, and you will break through. Excellent advice from Gary Vee, as always.
Piano players, armies, and frustrated artisans. We all march to the beat of a steady drum.