When I returned to New York, I began to look at everything differently. Namely my time.
I decided I needed to spend it differently.
And it was this single decision that offered an invitation to answer the most pressing questions in my life.
My days were now about optimizing as many good choices I could make as possible. If a project didn’t offer value or wasn’t personally rewarding, I questioned its utility.
I also tried to deepen and sometimes rectify meaningful relationships, while moving past the ones that were toxic.
In the process, I befriended my mortality and cultivated a healthy relationship with death.
Appreciating my eventual demise liberated me.
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