I used to think that the only way to be successful was to be the hardest worker in the room.
That approach worked, until it didn’t.
I burnt out.
But it got me to escape velocity, so it was right for that stage of my life.
But now I think, I direct, and I take great pleasure in the wins of my team.
And we’re doing better than we did when it was all about me.
We need to be prepared to evolve, to adapt, or we die.
One of the greatest lies we tell ourselves is that we’re falling behind. That someone else is ahead.
As a young man I associated strength with force; louder voices, sharper opinions, firm lines in the sand.
There’s a strange kind of pride we’ve developed in being exhausted. But even lions, the king of the jungle, rest.
I can't remember a time in my life when I didn't have ambition.
We sometimes believe strength means self-sufficiency — that being independent means being isolated.
We often try to outrun the storm, emotionally, physically, spiritually.
We’re entering an age where machines do our thinking before we’ve even had a chance to try.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.