This is the square closest to my apartment in South Williamsburg. My mind is blown by how vast this city is—it could almost swallow me whole and no one would know. The grime has caught me off guard and there is no such thing as silence. But the food... and the galleries... and the endless history... It's everything I thought it would be and more.
What a remarkable statement, right? These days the overwhelming simplicity and depth of this idea has been the driving force of my day-to-day reality. What is "the why" of my life? Who am I being? What am I creating? What worthy goal am I contributing to? If I could put it into a few words, what would I say? And after that, how do I choose it—over and over, every day? And when I do, how do I share it with people? And once they know, how do I intentionally act to align this with every area of my life?
BOOM. Thanks, Mark Twain. I have some ideas but I want you to know there is a silence I'm craving to finalize the answer.
It's my job to invent something better. I get to cut myself out of stone—no restraints or conditions with all possibilities exposed, considered, tossed about. I get to polish the parts that serve me and chisel away the parts that don't. I want to be fearless about it. Whether it's the house I live in, the friends I lean toward, the career I invest in, the partnership I build, I want to actively, intentionally say "yes" to the next chapter. I want to be so excited that I can't wait to turn the page. I want to race toward it—rage even. The work begins today.
So my obsession is clearly becoming obvious to others... hit the big 3-0k on Pinterest today! #milestones It's weird to think that people care about what I'm sharing with the world. It's surreal to think about how much of my life is available on the internet because of it.