Nothing could be more important than being your mother’s husband and you and your brother’s papa. Nothing.
Which is perhaps why I have slowly lost interest in living in a way that produces notable moments. Living moment to moment, I’ve found is a distraction from actual life. I do treasure big moments when they come - like marriage, the birth of a child, or an accomplishment I’m proud of at work. But that is not life.
Reading is fundamental. More importantly, it’s fun.
It’s okay that parenthood has reduced my happiness.
A little respect is enough.
But how do you undo decades of acculturation and mental programming?
Imagine if there were a mechanism like the college common app, except for jobs and hiring.
Whether rich or poor, young or old, healthy or sick - everyone has some real struggle.
I am gratefully envious of my son.
Imagine if work - that is important, valuable, and sustainably profitable - is actually what happened at work.
It’s so generous when an author puts the story ahead of themselves.
I need to write it. And say it, out loud.
At dinner, we try to always share highs, lows, and what we’ve learned. In the past, we’ve shared proud moments. It’s also great to do during Friendsgiving.
Growing technology requires growing morality.
Murder doesn’t make sense.
As much as I’ve had awful moments, I’ve been part of moments with extraordinary humanity at work.
When kids are around a house has the sounds of life.
We can do this fellas. We can raise our sons to be good men.
An exercise to clarify your job, why it matters, and how it fits into the big picture of the company and the customer’s life.
But for me it’s been so worth it. Because after stopping, and wallowing in my own thoughts I learned to smell. And I began to see that there are so many roses, if only we stop to smell them.