Naked Man Moleskin

Your life is like a story. You’re writing it. And you don’t know how long the story is. You don’t know how many chapters you’re gonna get. So I would say go ahead and fill ’em up- Jocko

I admit this is as much an admission as it is a message. I’m coming from a dark place, one I’m pretty familiar with. I wanted to address loss and sadness this week- we lost a sports legend. Ryleigh has found her way home to the lord. My Step Grandmom is taking the journey home any moment. But
It’s hard not too look at mortality in times like this. I’m certain I’ve thought about my death more than most of the men here have. I’ve thought about the “book” I’m writing- the way the pages will be filled. It’s hard, especially now, to see what story the words will tell and what memory they will leave on others minds. I’ve wasted a lot of chapters writing the wrong story- some of that changed with F3, some of it has not. The clichè that I’ve learned is true- we’re the writers of our own story. I don’t know the path mine will take. I’ll likely never understand the legacy it leaves, if any. What I do know is that the story has been the same for too long and the process of change is a challenge we all face. I’ve been my worst self for too many people, including many of you, and I owe it to others to be better. Each of us do in some way, in this I’m not alone. I’m challenging my self to face the worst of me and find ways to change it- find the cause of it and eliminate it. The journey sucks, it is uncomfortable and dark and challenging. I challenge each of you to do the same. Together let’s be better.