I’m full of excuses. If there were an award for creating excuses I’m fairly certain I would win both the Olympic Gold Medal for my abilities, AND the Nobel Peace Prize for the advancement of the field all in the same year. Some days are better than others, but being like the stock market and flip flopping between charging bull and hibernating bear is exhausting. The excitement of excelling, pushing myself, and doing what I want can turns to disappointment on the days I realize that I’m one day closer to my death and just wasted the day not truly doing what I want. Like I’ve said before, I’m not advocating becoming a workaholic for “the man”; I’m advocating getting
