I’m in the middle of a lake with little current. Surrounding me are people in life boats with no paddles.
The shore behind me is home to people who don’t have their shit together. Some of them went out into the lake in life boats; there they float without direction.
The shore in front of me is home to people who are getting shit done, their lives more or less together. They managed to cross the lake by foregoing or giving up their life boats. They didn’t wait to be rescued; they got out and swam.
It is not my job to teach anyone to swim.
I’m not looking back to the shore behind me anymore. I’ve abandoned my life boat. I’m swimming for my life to the far shore in front of me. I’m going. I’m gone.
