No time to write, and thank God for that
On why building a rocket with your kid sometimes matters more than writing a post. Life, love, autumn, and a bit of quiet.
Max Levoshin
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No time to write. And thank god for that.
While someone out there posts their achievements every single day, I've got a life going on. A pretty full one, you know.
Family. Business. Friends. Surfing. Coffee. Sleep. Autumn. A random heart-to-heart in the kitchen.
The cherry on top — kids
And the cherry on this many-layered cake is the kids. Small, loud, hilarious.
Locked away in my drafts folder: a hundred posts, a business model I'm not showing investors, and a nearly-finished piece on how it all works. It'll all wait its turn. But right now there's a kid on my lap. He says: "Dad, let's build a rocket!"
And here's the thing: I'm going to build that rocket. The post can wait.
What matters right now
You can always write later. But once they've grown up, they won't ask you to.
So no posts for a while. But plenty of love. Don't go anywhere ❤️