They say that people never die wishing they had worked more.
But I’m pretty sure that if I died now, that would be my one big regret. I fully expect to die someday wishing I’d worked more.
Not at my job, necessarily, but at writing, participating in events, talking to people, making connections. Perhaps even if I worked harder at my paying job, earned more money, earned promotions, that would have contributed something to my life’s goal.
My life’s goal is to make my way into a position where I have the influence to help fix the greatest problems in the world.
The rest of this essay has been taken down for inclusion in my next memoir. Stay tuned for updates.