Why do we get out of bed in the morning?
Why do we, or why don’t we, give our very best each day?
Worrying about the why is the most important worry.
For example, why hadn’t I written the book sooner, say 10, 20, or 30 years ago?
Why is it so excited to be publishing now?
So yeah, it felt amazing to order those books.
ignore postpone this for 34 years?
Why? Fear. Excuses.
Regret is birthed in the dark corners of our excuses.
What’s your why?