Never ending questions.
And when you answer one, it usually creates more questions.
Tell you an amazing place I’ve been in the last few weeks. I don’t have all the answers to my life… but I don’t have any more questions.
Some questions I’ve chased for years. Others a lifetime. All of them for too long.
Therapy, coaching, psychedelics…
Some with poetic resolution. Others with tragedy.
Even considering psychedelics for therapeutic reasons was an ego hurdle. I had never tried them. And I had a lot of pride in that.
Never smoked weed. Never even smoked a cigarette. Still haven’t. They just weren’t for me.
Growing up, I was a skater kid, but went straight A’s. I hung out equally between the “outsiders” and the “cool kids.” And earned a respectful place to not be peer pressured, but still welcomed to hang out with everybody while they experimented.
Mid-30’s can start to make you question a lot.
40’s smack you in the face.
Grateful for the younger me that put in the work that allowed 40’s me to afford the freedom of time and financial flexibility to navigate my version of what I’m sure we all go through.
But, for now, everything needing answers now have them.
There’s an amazing peace having no more questions that you’ve been carrying the weight of for a life time.
And to come out the other side with nothing at risk and everything validated…
- 19 years into entrepreneurship, a hard earned reputation, and eager to give more
- 3 healthy kids that are respectful and respected
- 21 years in and loving my wife more than ever
… is just icing on the cake.
