A Story Worth Reading


When I wake up in the morning, I get to write. Do you know how beautiful that is? I get to write my own story, my own life, my own beginning, middle, and end.

I am not necessarily talking about getting out my #3 pencil and putting it all down on paper. Speaking of which, I still have no idea what the numbers on the pencil mean, but for some reason we were required to use #2 pencils in my old school. Screw that. If I want to use a #3, then you better believe I'm going to use a #3.

Ok, back to the real story - I am talking about being the one true author of my own life. Nobody else. Sure they can try, but they will fail.

Of course, that means I have to be reactive. I have to be proactive. But above all else, I have to be creative. And yes, that is the most beautiful part of it all.

Guess what? So do you. There is no magic sauce, doctor prescribed pill, or training necessary. It only takes guts.

It sort of reminds me of a funny story I heard awhile back. It's called "The Executive and Fisherman" and it goes something like this:

An American investment banker was taking a much-needed vacation in a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. The boat had several large, fresh fish in it.

The investment banker was impressed by the quality of the fish and asked the fisherman how long it took to catch them.