2019 has been a year for the record books. I've encountered so much good both personally and professionally. I've also encountered some unexpected hardships, but like everything in life each hardship is a learning opportunity and offers a unique opportunity to persevere and improve.
There are moments where I wish I could throw my hands up and go back to the military. There are moments where I wish I could be around people who are like me. There are moments where I wish life would go back to a simpler time.
His advice was great, but what I found to be most valuable was brainstorming with someone who was an outsider to Combat Flags. That outside perspective lent itself to creativity for creativity’s sake, not productivity’s sake.
On the screen I saw memories of my old life, of my current life, and inspiration for a future life. Images of time in the service, images of the early days of Combat Flags and images of my family shone brightly on large, rectangular screens. A booming voice narrated, offering the story of Combat Flags, my story, to a charmed audience.
I’ve had a gnawing, grating feeling since I graduated college. This feeling I couldn’t shake. This feeling I kept pushing deep, deep down. This feeling that, to this day, creeps up on me and stops me in my tracks. This feeling is that I’ve lost my purpose.
We can slice and dice the time any way we’d like, but in the end it took 213,753,600 seconds for Combat Flags to come into existence. It took 353 weeks and 3 days for a single idea, a chronic thought, to become a tangible and meaningful project.