oh good grief, :facepalm:

Giving Up on Keeping Up

Work email, Slack, iMessage, Twitter, Github notifications, personal email, Facebook, Hacker News, another node.js fork, another Go package manager, another AWS service, Flipboard, LinkedIn, Strava feed (gotta give those kudos), local news, international news, tech news, Trello, Instagram, todo lists, kids school, kids sports practices and games, coaching, “quality” family time, personal finances, R&P Colorado Office bootstrapping, house maintenance, car maintenance, lawn maintenance, haircuts, voicemail, doctors, dentists, on my last set of disposable contact, exercising, training (100 mile mountain bike race in 5 weeks :0), latest Netflix binge, recruiting, hiring, reviews, expenses, time sheets, shopping, cleaning, friend relationships, professional relationships, investing in people, the Coursera course I started, sleeping, borrowing things, returning borrowed things, playing, relaxing, vacationing, getting ready for summer, getting ready for spring, getting ready for winter, getting ready for fall, should blog more, should speak more, should attend more user groups, should start another user group, should spend more time with the kids, should call my brothers, should call my mom more, should…

Take stock my friends. We live life with the allusion, a gross optimism, that we can do it all, we’re expected to do it all and we should do it all. But this is suicide; this is not living.

Let’s stop pretending we are in control. Life is like dropping into an 80° snow covered, cavernous, mountainside pitch from a plane strapped to a snowboard backwards. Start slow and then quickly out of control, barely staying topside, faster, faster, should have taken that fork, DUCK… Some of us exit the ride suddenly at full tilt, others slowly ride it all the way out into the valley exhausted, wondering how it went by so fast, wishing they could take another run. You only get one run. You’ll always wish for another chance.

Me, I’m giving up on keeping up, embracing chaos, reveling in the unexpected, and calling life what it is most times: one big mess. So many unanswered emails, abandoned plans, missteps, but this is living.

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