sick kid…whatayado?!
This was NOT the email I planned to write today. At 6:47 AM, I walked into the kitchen to greet my daughter… “Good morning, beautiful” “Dad, I fell like I’m going to throw up. I don’t feel good” She responded. My perfectly color-coded, hyper-disciplined, “I-walk-10k-steps-and-write-emails-at-4:15” day? Smoked. I’m way behind on my steps. I didn’t get to the gym. I haven’t got all that much work done (as I write this email at 4:08….7 minutes before I hit send). I used used to kinda, sorta…

