I’m 17-years-old and I’m standing at the airport check-in counter in Xela, Guatemala. It had been a devastating Summer of growth.
At least once a week I get asked some version of, “What do you think of [insert]? Does it scare you?”
And pretty much every time my answer is, No.
No, I am not scared of that.
I’m done trying to make change when there is no certainty about where we will be next year, hell, even next month.
I’m done trying to solve problems when it feels like other people just whine and complain and take no ownership for themselves, or just can’t be pleased.
I’m done busting my ass when it feels like everything is falling to shit around me.
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