On March 26, 2014, I turned 50 years old. Man was I stoked. This was going to be my decade. I was starting a new job as a c-level executive making $250K a year. My kids were graduating high school and moving towards college. I was a partner in a small surf art gallery that was stoking my creative fires. I was mentoring new entrepreneurs and helping them build their businesses. Everything was pointing to this being my best decade by far.
Then, about a week later (or what felt like it), I woke up and I was 51. I couldn’t fathom how fast time was moving. And as I was driving to work, I looked back on the last year, and asked myself what I had accomplished. The crickets in my head answered back.