It’s that rare feeling. That’s feeling like around Dec 20th when you didn’t get your Christmas gifts. Or your high school reunion and you didn’t get on the treadmill enough. It’s that feeling of: I’ve run out of time. This is all closing so fast. It’s happening here and I’ve never felt like this before. It’s like a prisoner’s release or finally being able to get out of a hospital. I’m a bit sad about it (and the money) but also I”m hoping that my work is done.
And I’m thinking that’s a reason I pushed for charity:water. So when I leave, no matter what goals I didn’t accomplish, I can say, “Well, I raised over $4,000 to charity:water.” I never said I wasn’t a selfish man. But I’m satisfied with what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished. I’ve earned the badge.
My mind isn’t here much. It’s at my birthday party and Gen Con. It’s at Comic-Con and my church. It’s at Peterson’s Donuts and my Crossfit gym. I’m in Nashville. I’m in Iowa. I’m in Portland. And I’m going to keep going: writing, reading and new skills.
I’m not running from Afghanistan anymore; I’ve been the Big Boss Level. I’ve passed the test.
I have not been found wanting.
And I have to ask you, and I beg for an answer or some kind of reply or notion: What’s the big thing you’re afraid to face? What can you hit head on? Cause I’m telling you, if this chess-club member can take this country, well, anybody can do anything. Guaranteed.