It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare.
2018 was the most stressful year of my life. Invasive surgery, multiple deaths in the family, making a big hiring mistake, dealing with another family member’s mental health issues—when I was supposed to be focused on promoting the book that I’d spent years working on, I was dealing with all of these, instead. This timing, I believe, can be called bad luck.
After I returned from the last funeral, I started taking my own advice: staying positive, prioritizing my health, throwing out clutter in my apartment and schedule. I realized that I was still too inwardly focused—ruminating about the past, comparing myself to others—instead of directing my attention outwards, where it’s most useful: my actions and thinking about how to help others.
Every year, I celebrate January 31st, my Anniversary of Not Dying (when I almost died in a car accident); to recover from 2018, I was planning on making the 16th Anniversary of Not Dying a special one. (My car accident is now old enough to drive!) However, as the result of digging deep into my own advice, I completely forgot about it. I was happily caught up in the moment.
What happened? This: