Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Fifty-One
He comes back today, and I am curious about what version of himself he will be upon his return.
Gillwood’s. Two egg (scrambled) breakfast with home fries and bacon and wheat toast. Freshly squeezed orange juice. Decaf coffee. Just the three of us.
Rain, rain, go away.
I can’t get the third one figured out.
Rules…
“I coach what I believe.”
“To be a leader, you have to be brave.”
“Own it.”
“Mountain tops are small, and the air is thin.”
“Understand your audience.”
“Never be afraid to get fired.”
“Mistakes are inevitable, but don’t let them define you.”
“Everything depends on you, and when you start to think like that, everything is magic.”
“What is delayed is not denied.”
More tea.
I immediately question everything I think I am doing, everything I think I know. I start to think that I will never know.
I think I’ve figured it out.
He’s talking and talking and talking. This is a good thing.
“Regulate” starts to play, and I am instantly transported to a dimly lit fraternity house, red solo cup in hand, friends. I am remembering feeling free in a way that I no longer feel or feel as though I never have the opportunity to feel. This is neither a good nor a bad thing. It just is.