I shot up like I was late for an exam.
It was 5:20 am.
Turns out, it was my son screaming from his bedroom.
“It hurts!!” as he held his tummy.
I felt helpless, as I rubbed his back with one hand, and rubbing my eyes with the other.
He caught the sickness last week, and missed school on Friday.
Puked all Saturday night.
Went back to school Monday.
Stayed home from school today.
My daughter went back to school today.
Amanda’s still not 100%.
I’m disinfecting doorknobs like I’m on a mission from the CDC.
I still haven’t caught it (knock of wood)
It might be due to the HAZMAT suit I’m wearing.
Or my bulletproof immune system.
Every few hours, I check in with myself:
- Is that nausea…or am I just overdue for my 10 eggs?
- Am I tired…or drained from cleaning up puke at 3 am?
- Is it a fever….or just rage from spraying Lysol on every surface of the house every 17 seconds?
I somehow managed to write this email.
Found a way to show up.
Serving my community.
It’s the “Every Day is the Super Bowl” energy.
Sometimes your business gets the polished, post coffee, slept 8+ hours version of you.
Other times, it gets the “nurse & janitor all in one, who slept 5 hours” version.
That’s ok.
You’re not always gonna feel “on” as life throws us all shit sammiches.
If life is throwing up on your plans (literally or metaphorically), here’s your reminder:
Progress still counts, even if it’s covered in Goldfish crumbs and smells like Lysol.
The mess never lasts forever.
But your ability to push thorough those messy moments…
That’s what makes you unstoppable.
IN YOUR CORNER 🙌
In your corner,
Adam