Today is my birthday. Thirty-eight years living in the body, mind and soul of John Curtis McCulley.
To be honest, six years ago, I wasn’t sure I’d see this one. I was in a pretty low spot. Going through a divorce, not living up to my potential as a father, poorly performing at work … you name it. I was fighting the current and failing.
That was a weird feeling for me. I’ve been a decently motivated person since I was born. I had to be. There was no failure option. Everything was one more.
One more minute on the playground.
One more yard.
One more line of code.
One more shot.
One more rep.
One more mile.
Never enough, but always one more.
Sitting here in my cream-and-orange armchair in our home, I can reflect on the rebuilding years. The fights. The sadness. The joy. The overcoming. The downfall. The climb. So many phases have defined these last six years. It’s almost as if I lived a whole other life.
There are things I know I want for this coming year.
I will turn the wood shop into a fully-functional, profitable business.
I will build cool software with my team, and we will double in size.
I will finally build Make, my project management software dream.
I will devote more time to my wife and children.
I will serve more.
I will give more.
I will grow more.
Thirty-eight fell on day 68 of the program I’m on, #75hard. Most of the motivation I have lately comes from doing this for the last two months. The struggle. The fight. It has all been worth it.
I’m excited for 38, and I look forward to sharing my journey with you. I appreciate all the texts and phone calls. They were all truly special.
P.S. Here’s a sneak peak of my day …