Just filled out one of those “how many weeks you have left to live” calculators. I do it every year around my birthday as a reminder that the clock is always ticking. And every year it feels like getting slapped in the face by a big brolic black dude. Every morning I put on a necklace that says, “You could leave life right now.” It’s a reminder not to take myself too seriously, to stay present, and to actually appreciate the life I’m moving through. Since having my son, that reminder cuts deeper. Life is brighter with him, but everything else is darker. It used to be easy to face the concept of death without any real stakes. Now those stakes are staring back at me. But face away I will not. There’s a Stoic practice where you kiss your child goodnight and remind yourself it might be the last time. People say it’s too extreme, but they miss the point. It forces you to understand everything you love is temporary, and none of it is promised. (Side note: Doing this makes Amor Fati an extreme sport. To love your fate no matter what, even if fate takes someone you love too soon.) Time moves faster when you measure it, and somehow feels longer only when you look back. So time is flying at ridiculous speed when you measure a baby’s life in days and weeks. I used to think that was ridiculous, until I had one. Funny how ignorance works. Sharing this here because it felt too personal for the email list, but perfect for this group. Take from it whatever you want.