Soon, very soon, I'll reach the age of 85.
I sometimes wonder what I've learned that truly mattered.
This morning I read a quote from Elon Musk:
"I sleep, I wake up and work. I do this every day, seven days a week."
I smiled.
I've always been a dreamer. In fact, I don't remember a time when I wasn't called one.
Over the years, I've come to believe there are two kinds of dreamers.
The first dream and wait.
The second dream and build.
We all dream. Some never get the opportunity. Some get the opportunity and waste it. A few decide to build.
I've spent my life in that second group.
As a young man, I always felt there were two trains leaving the station. I knew I was on the right one. Some people on that train seemed to do everything right from the beginning and became great. Others struggled to reach their destination.
For me, the journey was never quite that simple.
My opportunities in life were remarkable. Every fifteen years or so, life seemed to open a new door. What I once called reinvention was really transition—one chapter building naturally upon the last.
Designer.
Artist.
Coach.
Entrepreneur.
Different titles perhaps, but always the same person underneath.
The common thread wasn't the career.
It was the problem.
I live to solve problems.
That's what I was paid to do as a designer. That's what I do as an artist. That's what I've done throughout my life.
When a project begins to flounder, you must find what is causing the problem. Remove the obstacle, change the approach, and move forward.
The same is true of a painting.
Years ago, I occasionally put a red X through a painting. Not because there was anything wrong with it. The red X simply meant the subject was over. That approach had reached its end. It was time to find another way forward.
The painting wasn't the problem.
The path was.
Looking back, perhaps that lesson applies to much more than painting.
You would think that by 85, experience and wisdom would make life easy to navigate. Yet I've discovered there are still lessons to learn.
My Achilles' heel has always been balance.
I enjoy working. I enjoy building. I enjoy solving problems.
Sometimes too much.
The failure to stay connected with family, friends, and supporters while focused on the next challenge is a mistake I've made more than once.
The work is important.
The people are too.
So, at 85, can you still make a course correction?
Can you recognize a misstep and create a better outcome?
I believe you can.
After all, that is what problem solvers do.
Today is that day.
Eighty-five.
WOW.


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