…my business coach taunted. I had been whining for the umpteenth time about why once again I couldn’t get around to fleshing out my latest entrepreneurial project. (A “business Will”/operations manual for solo business owners. Super-cool idea to avoid probate).
First distraction: escaping from NYC which was turning into an Orwellian dystopia – no thanks to decades of feckless local politics and COVID. Then, it was settling into my new home near Charleston SC. Setting up my remote law practice. My mother died. Her house of 40 years had to be cleaned out. Law clients needed contracts reviewed. I traveled a lot for family events.
“You’ve been making excuses for months,” he said. “When you really want to take action, you find a way despite the obstacles. But you’re letting the obstacles sidetrack you. Honestly, I don’t think you want to do this. The business project. The law practice. Any of it.”
I left that call chastened. But it was the “Gibbs-slap” I needed to ask myself:
Does my work spark the same joy it did when I started 25 years ago?
Is this still the path of useful service I want to follow for as long as I’m mentally sharp and physically able?
Am I truly free to explore new horizons while still tethered to what I’m currently doing?
And the answers were
And Hell No.