An excellent dinner with my son was made better by a man we may never see again. And my son understands better today why his mother and I enjoy engaging with people we’ve never met.
“You’re fooling yourself, Jeff. You always know what the right thing to do is, you just choose not to do it. And I believe this is true for everyone. You can’t correct the past. Just do the next right thing.”
Every time I allowed myself to think I had arrived, I hadn’t. Every time I called myself a failure, I wasn’t. Every moment – each high and each low – was simply a step on the path to this moment. Period.
A little over 3 years ago I wrote a post titled, Choose Harder Things. Going to the gym had become “too easy.” I was just showing up. I would do the minimal workout that would allow me to say that I had worked out that day. I was being consistent, but I wasn’t being consistently intense. Writing felt that was to me this morning.
It was as normal as any conversation I’ve ever heard. And not. As I walked by their yard, I smiled at the Dad. I said nothing, but I hope he could see in my face the joy I experienced in that moment. I hope he saw the feeling of inspiration in my smile, in my eyes. I have a feeling he has seen that look before.
“Never again clutter your days or nights with so many menial and unimportant things that you have no time to accept a real challenge when it comes along. This applies to play as well as work.”