If I waited for certainty to show up before I went after what I wanted I still wouldn’t know how to tie my shoes, ride a bike or French Kiss. Certainty is what I waited, waited and waited for as a young chump who had time to wait. I was always WAITING! Waiting for… More money More time More credibility More strength More skills More network More abs More! More! More CERTAINTY! I was waiting my life away! Then one day… I got a phone call. My dad died. Somehow… This turned out to be the moment I was waiting for to STOP WAITING! Because my dad’s death DEMONSTRATED to me in full color… There is ONE CERTAINTY I can count on: DEATH! One day… It will be MY turn. I will be lowered 6 feet into the ground and someone will shovel dirt on my casket. So I stopped waiting… I started. I failed. I started again. I failed again. I started over and over until one day I finished something! And you know what? That day some certainty FOUND ME! 3 years after my father’s death, I had just about everything I REALLY wanted. It happened that fast after I stopped waiting for certainty. Waiting is where dreams go to die. Certainty only came AFTER I’d DONE something fifty eleven times…NEVER before. Get ‘er DONE! Rooting for Ya, Travis