Yesterday I drove out a little bit into North Carolina, parked the car, found a path, and went on a long

hike to take in some scenery, think about life holistically, kind of contemplate where I'd go from

here and why it matters.

Which is always funny to think about, right?

The idea of having to carve out time amidst our frantic and often chaotic journey to get somewhere,

to, well, define where somewhere is.

But I think about that a lot.

Our days consist of so much running around that I can easily forget what even my calculated

decisions add up to.

Why?

It's a simple enough question.

Perhaps one I could ask more.

Why?

What's with this whole get comfortable with discomfort thing?

Why do I place so much emphasis on the quote-unquote path less travel?

Which is a term that one of my buddies was recently given me a hard time about using in all my speeches, right?

It must mean something to me. It's got me here. But it's here better than over there. After all, it's not out of the realm of possibility

that I'm the one who's missing the mark. And it's okay to examine that possibility. In fact,

that's why I'm here. And I bounced this around in my head as I made my way up the trail

and noticed as I looked around,

everything just felt perfect. Have you ever had one of those moments where it just seems surreal?

The morning was incredible. I loved the sound of the earth under my feet as I took each step,

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