One day after moving to Las Vegas, I found this ridiculously huge chair outside a restaurant at Lake Las Vegas. I sat in it like I belonged there.
Two days later, the world shut down.
I wasn't in luxury real estate yet. I hadn't written a book. I had no idea what the next six years would hold.
Today my life looks nothing like I imagined back then.
I reinvented myself more than once. Made mistakes. Found a few things I'm good at, and a few I'm hilariously bad at. Somewhere in there I forgot to ask if I was getting too old to keep trying new things.
I'm still smiling.
Looking at this photo six years later made me wonder:
Is there one thing you'd still love to do, try, change, discover, or become?
It doesn't have to be impressive. Doesn't have to make money. Nobody else has to understand it.
No timetable. No age limit. No permission required.
Maybe the chair isn't too big.
Maybe we just have to sit in the damn thing first.