What I feel like now, another hard hitter says goodbye, and a suggestion for your business model

There’s an irony to mentioning mortality in one post and having to eat it in the next.

Only a little under a week later, my dad had a heart attack as a result of plaque buildup.

Three stents later, he’s on the road to recovery. It’s been a tense few days now, and hopefully by the time you’re reading this issue, he’s on the way out the door to rest at home.

So many little moments where it could have gone wrong.

As the Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga song reminds us, “Nobody’s promised tomorrow.”

Makes me wonder what price I’ll pay for pushing myself past the limit day after day as well…

Here’s what I’ve dug up this week:

BlueSky Bit - How this week felt in one image (yes, updated)

Medium Moment - Parting thoughts from another writer leaving the platform

Substack Sampling - This helped me realize something about my own approach to this whole journey

Prismatic Progress:

Back to my thoughts on the implications of my dad’s brush with death…

It’s shaken me to the core. It was surreal to return to the hospital where my youngest was born just a few years ago. Only three floors down as well. I held it together as I drove my brother and mother back and forth this weekend from the house as he was poked and prodded.

It makes me wonder if I’ll last as long as he has, if I’ll have lived as well as he has, if what I’m doing right now is going to matter to my own children when this happens to me (as it most likely will).

It makes me wonder if I’m working too hard or sacrificing too much…and whether I should change my approach and slow down for now.

I’ve been writing every single day this year, some twice a day. But I’ve paid a heavy price for it, and I’m beginning to realize that this can’t go on for much longer. I’ve had a few near misses on commutes back from work because of poor decisions, and the notion that people who can’t manage time to get everything done are poor decision-makers.

I’m scared of losing my family, but I’m also scared of them losing me. My father used to say as much as well. Being parent means you are the linchpin between two generations, and building a legacy is a two-sided affair.

Things to mull over…