“I feel like most of your posts are apologies for not posting more.”
— a Facebook friend on my last post
The Last 60 Days.
T.G.I.N., y’all—Thank Goodness It’s November!
With another Halloween in the books (and less of a haul than the year before, but hey—I hear transitioning from naps will do that to you), I’m finally free to turn my eyes to the rest of 2017 and what it yet has in store—a perfect time to take one last run at unfinished resolutions and dangling loose ends.
With sixty days left in the year (not including today), it’d be all too easy to bow out and rest. 2017’s vastly exceeded my expectations in ways I’d never imagined, but it’s not without cost—my triple life’s an unyielding one, but I’d likely give up a thousand nights’ rest if it meant I could continue chasing my ambitions.
I guess you could call me obsessed. With potential, with growth, obsessed with the freakin’ hustle… it’s tiring work, but I’d have it no other way—it’s what I need to do to get where I want to be.
But in this drive to become my best self, some fear I’ve lost my way—that money and opportunity have led me astray, and that the Casey who got me this far’s a memory… but that’s not it at all.
The Next Palmer Generation — Why I Do What I Do.
I’ve never lost sight of why I write—decades from now, when they’re old enough to appreciate it, I want my sons to know who I am. Not just understand that Casey Palmer is their Dad, but really understand the man behind the title, hopefully learning things that continue helping them through their lives. Yes, there’s a lot of sponsored work, but it’s helped me examine things in ways I might not otherwise. Can boys play with Barbies? What do I really know about war? There’s only so much we learn if we never choose to challenge ourselves—I write to give my boys access to every corner of my mind… hopefully it’ll all make sense when they’re old enough.
But for today, I write, hoping to do it enough to make way for other opportunities.
86,400 minutes left. And I hope to make the most of every one of them.
There’re sixty days left in 2017, and I plan to make the most of them. With a hundred to-dos to account for, and even more work yet to figure out, I’ve learned the value of planning well in advance—exactly what needs to happen for a greater 2018 ahead.
There are podcasts that need recording and vlogs that need filming. Comics that need drawing and sites begging for remodelling. Writing’s been fun, but it’s not the only way to tell a story—it’s time to broaden my horizons.
NaBloPoMo Day 1’s a wrap—let’s see what’s in store for Day 2!
Until the next,