Captain Michael: Good morning.
I’ve spent a fair amount of my life chasing things I thought mattered.
Rank.
Success.
Money.
The next ac
Good morning.
I’ve spent a fair amount of my life chasing things I thought mattered.
Rank.
Success.
Money.
The next accomplishment.
The next place I thought I needed to get to.
Some of those things were worth pursuing. Some weren’t.
But time has an interesting way of sorting things out.
The titles eventually disappear.
The possessions change hands.
The victories we thought we’d remember forever get surprisingly difficult to recall.
And other things stay.
A lesson somebody taught us thirty years ago.
The friend who showed up when there was nothing in it for him.
A mistake that changed the way we lived afterward.
A conversation we didn’t realize was important until years later.
Maybe that’s one of the gifts of getting older.
You begin to see the difference between what occupied your life and what actually became part of it.
So that’s what I’m going to think about this week.
Not what we’ve accumulated.
Not even what we’ve accomplished.
What remains.
Happy Sunday, my friends.
Coffee’s hot. The week’s young.
Let’s see where this one takes us.
Captain Michael: Good morning. I’ve spent a fair amount of my life chasing things I thought mattered. Rank. Success. Money. The next acco
Good morning. I’ve spent a fair amount of my life chasing things I thought mattered. Rank. Success. Money. The next accomplishment. The next place I thought I needed to get to. Some of those things were worth pursuing. Some weren’t. But time has an interesting way of sorting things out. The titles eventually disappear. The possessions change hands. The victories we thought we’d remember forever get surprisingly difficult to recall. And other things stay. A lesson somebody taught us thirty years ago. The friend who showed up when there was nothing in it for him. A mistake that changed the way we lived afterward. A conversation we didn’t realize was important until years later. Maybe that’s one of the gifts of getting older. You begin to see the difference between what occupied your life and what actually became part of it. So that’s what I’m going to think about this week. Not what we’ve accumulated. Not even what we’ve accomplished. What remains. Happy Sunday, my friends. Coffee’s hot. The week’s young. Let’s see where this one takes us.
Good morning. I’ve spent a fair amount of my life chasing things I thought mattered. Rank. Success. Money. The next accomplishment. The next place I thought I needed to get to. Some of those things were worth pursuing. Some weren’t. But time has an interesting way of sorting things out. The titles eventually disappear. The possessions change hands. The victories we thought we’d remember forever get surprisingly difficult to recall. And other things stay. A lesson somebody taught us thirty years ago. The friend who showed up when there was nothing in it for him. A mistake that changed the way we lived afterward. A conversation we didn’t realize was important until years later. Maybe that’s one of the gifts of getting older. You begin to see the difference between what occupied your life and what actually became part of it. So that’s what I’m going to think about this week. Not what we’ve accumulated. Not even what we’ve accomplished. What remains. Happy Sunday, my friends. Coffee’s hot. The week’s young. Let’s see where this one takes us.
