Action. Take it now.

I just had this strange thought.

My dad died when he was 54 years old. So young! I was 20, and even I understood that.

I’ve since accomplished a lot and have much to be grateful for. But there is so much I want to change, do, and experience.

Maybe this is manifesting because we’re in the midst of COVID-19. Maybe I finally had a brief, silent moment and was tapped into a deep, harrowing feeling, that I may not fulfill my purpose.

Then the thought: I have 12 years before I turn 54. Twelve!

When people around you start acting like it’s the apocalypse, 12 years feels like an ETERNITY—only to arrive at age 54, still too young to die. How crazy is that?

Whatever BS story I hold onto, there is still time to act. Those inner stories are obstacles in my own hero’s journey.

As writers, we get to play god, throw down the gauntlet to test our characters’ mettle. Remember: We are characters in our own story.

These are challenging times. Take self-care. Move forward. Move through this. What you know of yourself and your world will die. You will be transformed.

My dad’s father died when he, my grandfather, was 49. When my dad turned 49, he was spooked. I’ll try not to think too much that I have only 7 years before I am the same age as he died. I have my own life to live.