I'm 73 days sober when.... I sit at a table with powerful people. It is a privilege to be here and will undoubtedly be good for my business. We are celebrating. Bottles of wine are being opened. A *really* nice bottle is opened first. I don't know how much it costs, but somewhere above the buzz of vibrant conversation, the phrase "a thousand dollars" stands out. Glasses are poured, celebratory cheers offered all around. Before I know it, a glass is in my hand. My sister throws me a surprise party. Friends are there that I haven't seen in a long time. Colleagues I worked with years ago are here. Friendly, familiar faces of the long past. I don't know how my sister even knew to invite them. I'm guided to my seat at the table. An ice cold beer in a tall glass is poured for me. Everyone makes eye contact and smiles at me. I'm known for my love of beer. A good family friend has just passed. I attend her wake. It is all a fog. I hate funerals. I don't w...
A friend of mine is superhuman. He's up every day at God knows what time. But whatever time that is, he is able to run through his morning routine of meditating, reading, and writing before driving to the next town over to run a fitness class. Not just a fitness class, but a high-intensity workout class. The kind that leaves you feeling like you've got nothing left in the tank. So, he's depleted his body of all of its available glycogen and carbohydrates before the sun has come up. Then, he goes to his job (I believe he teleports) teaching things like grammar and math and history to middle schoolers. He doesn't just teach them about equations, verbs, and the Ottoman Empire -- he teaches them life skills and how to show up in the world. This is not a teacher that phones it in. He's into it. He's athletic director of the sports program and oversees every single sport the school has to offer. Boys and girls, on-field and on-court, on campus and off. He coaches his...
Imagine walking through a door into a largely empty room. Maybe it's a room under construction in a tall office building. Plywood floors, unpainted sheet rock, dangling wires, and high ceilings. In the middle of the room is the tallest commercially available stepladder. It rises to a height of 20 feet. Above the ladder is a hole in the ceiling, perfectly centered above the top step. Let's put the ceiling at 25 feet. Sixty inches above the top set of the ladder are two inviting-looking handles made of rebar. They are perfectly positioned inside the hole, which coincidentally looks just large enough for your body to slip through. You don't know exactly what's on the floor above, but whatever it is it's filled with fascination, adventure, and yet-to-be-discovered and untold riches. As an aside, and for the sake of clarity, let's agree that the average length of an outstretched two year old is also 60 inches, maxing out at 62 inches when up on their toes. As you ...
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