Boiled eggs

That special week in Shanghai. A week where I realized again the true privilege of working for this firm. One week of leadership training, with remarkable leader peers, who could well be lifelong friends. The Shanghai Symphony Orchestra as a prop. Fortune 500 CEOs as facilitators. Flight scheduling games where the definitive frequent flyers failed.

More importantly, an opportunity to sit down and take stock. Others believe in me more than I do. I am constantly in a state of preparation, without ever being ready, which is ok. My passion is clear, though the end game is not. Happiness, family and balance matter to me most, followed by health and authenticity. I should continue making time for the little things that energize me in these areas - the boiled eggs at breakfast, looking through the lens and walking. Achievement, excellence, impact, etc., somehow did not even figure in that list.

My great pursuit at this moment is constant self-improvement. I should overcome the mindset of a time-bound graduation date from the firm, but figure out what my improvement objectives are and how I will determine that I have achieved them.

Life is about to change again. Oh, the joy of living. 

450

Recently, we crossed that depressing milestone of 400 ppm CO2 in the atmosphere.

The other day, I was discussing term life insurance with my agent. Is it sufficient if I cover myself until I am 60? That would be the year 2041.

It's strange. We pretend that life will be the same in 2041. It won't be.

Something more dramatic will happen in 2037. Well, our son will possibly graduate from college. But, more importantly, he will throw his graduation cap into an atmosphere that would have just breached a nightmarish 450 ppm CO2.

Nice legacy we will leave him.

That's just 24 years from now. 1 ppm every six months.