The Eulogy I Wrote For Myself

The piece that has shaped my year.

After returning from my workout on the last Sunday in March, during a 3-week break to reconsider my vision for the year and for the next few years, I sat down and started to write. I typed on my iPhone in the DayOne app, a journaling app that houses every aspect of my life from the mundane details of what I did to the deep knowing of my soul.

Over the course of hours, everything unspooled into a massive 8,000-word journal entry.

No thoughts. Only pure emotion.

In my life, all major moments of change have occurred on the “2” year in every decade: 12, 22, 32. I was 6 weeks away from 42, and I knew this would be a year of epic change.

For as much as I write, I rarely allow myself to write in that way: Unfiltered. Unedited. Unrestrained.

When I finished, I left it there. I didn’t share it with anyone. But it changed me to write it.

In 8,000 words, I covered a lot of ground — superficial things like how I want to plan my grocery shopping better, ideas about what it really means to define a brand, thoughts about how the real estate industry and others are completely missing the point of what they should be doing.