T and I spoke a couple weeks back and we determined that we’d start trying for children in the spring of next year. What better way to test the new marriage paradigm than the chaos and responsibility of a child?
So I did a rough calculation and figured I have a little over a year before our theoretical baby comes out. I rounded it up to 400 days and that number has been ringing around in my head.
400 days til life as you know it is over.
That pins my theoretical baby’s birthday at Jan 7, 2020.
I could do a lot by dedicating myself to a thing for 400 days. If 400 days is all I have left, what would I like to accomplish by then?
I thought about it for a while, and the main things I seem to care about these days are increasing my effort and my chill. Try harder, and worry less.
I think if I can shift the gauges on those two elements a little higher, it’ll bleed gains into the rest of my life.
