Honest question. Do you love what you do?
If the answer isn’t a resounding, knee-jerk, “Yes! I live for this shit,” then I encourage you to seriously consider doing something about it. That may sound extreme, but seriously, in 100 years you and everyone you know are going to be dead and your great-grandkids aren’t going to get misty-eyed remembering how you got that quarterly bonus or a corner office. This is your life and every breath you take is killing you. Stop screwing around. — Mark Manson
It’s late in the game, under two minutes to go, your teammate hits yet another 3 point shot. Now up by twelve. The crowd roars, but it is a different noise. Not one of momentary excitement, or hope, but a longer, happier, knowing, believing roar. They know it. You know it. The other team knows it. This is really going to happen!
I’ve passed over the threshold to where this real. This game is won. We’ll be in Michigan soon. Not living the easy life. But working hard to play a new game. Investing the time, energy and heart in a passion long ignored.