Today while washing my hands in the men’s room at the office I had a brief moment of clarity. I don’t know how else to describe it. Maybe a realization? But it’s something I already knew. More like a mental reminder that gently tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, “You don’t have much time here. Make sure to do something great.”
Morbid? A hair. Over-dramatic? Probably. But I was thankful for it. The rest of the day and into tonight I spent with that little voice still in my head. This didn’t cause me anxiety. Rather I was and still am chill. Minus the commute home. NoVa traffic will drive the most peaceful people insane.
I’m hoping tomorrow I wake up with the same clarity. I want it to be like Casey Neistat’s Do More tattoo. Always there. Always subtly asking me if I did the things I actually wanted to today.