Came home from Sedona inspired, motivated.
And then did way too much stuff, ran out of steam, and crashed.
It was all important. But it wasn’t all urgent.
Gets me thinking about the balance between pacing to go the distance versus sprints to build the increased strength necessary to cover more ground.
I think we know when we should do one or the other. The trick is training our minds to see through our own bullshit and do what must be done.
I’ve heard Confucius said “It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.” And I agree completely—but wouldn’t it be better to go a little faster?
This is your life. Mind over matter.
Today I am officially 41 years old.
40 was a real gut check, but the past year—despite all its ups and downs—has me feeling like the 40s are going to be everything the 30s were supposed to be (and the 20s hadn’t even figured out yet).
Part of me feels like I’m past my prime. Part of me feels like I’m about to hit my stride.
All of me appreciates the reminder from Gary Vee that I’ve still easily got another 60+ years ahead of me. Plenty of time to get a business launched, profitable, and change the world (my life along with it).
I wanna rock.
One year from today, I’ll be 42—the answer to life, the Universe, and everything.
Four months after that, GBXM will be 10.
Project 1042: GBXM will be my full-time job by the end of 2019.
Here’s to that 2020 hindsight.
Tonight is dance class.
Tomorrow night is my birthday.
Thursday night is another birthday dinner.
Friday we’re off to Sedona for the weekend.
Next week, V’s off to Portland for a long weekend.
The weekend after that, Josh and I are throwing a fresh engine in Fezzik.
The weekend after that is Overland Expo West, I have people to meet.
And I’ve got to get Next Level Gearhead Summer ready for June.
And it’s hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway.