We all have 8,766 hours in a year. No individual or organization gets more hours. The playing field of time is even, no exceptions. So, if everyone and everything is given the same amount of time to accomplish goals and make an impact, then what separates the great from the mediocre?
I’m a recovering control freak. I used to control everything. I damaged or ruined relationships, because of my attitude. I recently viewed some family home videos with my wife, Alia. I was embarrassed by how I controlled the environment around me.
I do most of my writing on a plane, at 30,000 feet, flying across the U.S. It’s the only time I can get 2-3 hours of uninterrupted, quiet time. I’m at peace up here in the friendly skies and can allow myself to reflect, contemplate, and meditate on my life. This is my space and we all must find our space, that place we can go to disconnect from life and allow ourselves to think.
It’s surreal to greet family, colleagues and friends as they line up to pay their respects to my family. I peer over my shoulder and stare at my sister’s lifeless body and try to imagine a life without her in it. I shrug off the emotions welling up in my gut and turn to face the long line of people waiting to speak to my family and console us over my sister’s death.