I’ll never forget the morning of October 29th, 2012. As I sat in a chair memorable only for being the only chair in a cold, empty hallway, I tried to calm myself by focusing on my breathing. I stared at the white, metal door across from me and I realized something.
“Every excuse you’ve ever had for why you haven’t already done whatever you wanted to do was total, fuckin’ bullshit. You know that, right?”
“Wait a minute. Doesn’t that also mean every excuse from here on out is bullshit, too?”
15 minutes later, I’m a father, and I’m pushing my firstborn down a dim, but warm, hallway, asking myself, “What the fuck am I doing? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”
“Whatever it takes.”