No matter what happens, I have to write.
I have to sit down in front of this screen and pour my heart out, because that’s all there is. My impact on this world directly correlates with how much effort I put into the day-to-day tasks that actually matter, and even if I’m tired, even if I’m spent, even if I don’t see any point in writing any of this, I’m going to write.
Sitting down and working isn’t easy today, because my brother killed himself a few days ago. I hadn’t spoken to him in over ten years, and we weren’t close, but I still feel raw about it. I don’t wish to speak about it much on any public forum, and the fact that the nature surrounding his death has made the news all the way to Ohio, well… More difficult, to say the least, but this cannot matter.
Rest in Peace, Matt. We weren’t part of eachother’s lives, but I love you, and I’m sorry that you suffered so much that you felt that suicide was the only way out. My thoughts and well-wishes are with your wife and two toddlers.
And with that,
Good Morning, World.
I’m still here, I’m still clocking in, and we have work to do.
This wasn’t how I wanted to start the month.