Back with this Blog Thing

Have you ever just sat down and felt like time was flying by? I recently found myself in this exact situation. I stopped writing blog posts one day and as I began to write my next post—this very one—it felt like the next day, but in actuality it is 4 months later.

While these past months in my life have been filled with news—mostly wonderful news—I can't help but be amazed by how crazy this thing we call time is. Time, I mean it's one of the few things that no matter what—no matter the money or effort—we can never have back—not even a single second. It can be a little depressing to think about, but it doesn’t have to be. Because like Victor Frankl, in his profound work Man’s Search For Meaning, said:"Everything cn be taken from a man but one thing: the last of human freedoms - to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." Given that we have the ability to “choose our own way” I think it is imperative that we take advantage of this gift. To just go through the motions and let others pave your road, or, perhaps more accurately pummel you into a road they have envisioned, is both unacceptable and unnecessary. Make up your mind to raise your standards and begin choosing your own way. It doesn't matter your age or your current situation—the only thing that matters is what you do. It’s about what you do today, tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that. Because, eventually, your legacy will be dependent upon just how you spent those minutes, hours, days, and weeks. 
          And it’s never too late to change your reality. Just look at Abraham Lincoln: at age 28 he went to buy a bed but was too poor to afford one. The store’s owner, Joshua Speed, offered him a bunk upstairs for free and the two became great friends. But, seriously, think about that for a second—Abraham Lincoln—who we know as the “Great Emancipator” was so broke at age 28 that he had to share a bunk with another grown man for 4 years. If Lincoln, who reasonably had every excuse to give up, was still able to march on and become the President of the United States nineteen years later, then how is it too late for you? What’s your excuse?

Don't get me wrong: you don’t have to turn out to be the next Lincoln, because that’s not who you turn out to be.  Ultimately, you turn out to be the next you. So dial in, hit the pavement, and make it happen. 

Thanks for reading. JG