Looking for meaning.

For a long time, I think I imagined meaning as something I had to find.

The right project, the right purpose... something big enough that would make everything else make sense.

Becoming a father slowly changed that for me.

I’m starting to think meaning isn’t something waiting for you at the end of some search. Maybe it’s something you create by paying attention to what is already in front of you.

Being there. Really being there is the toughest for me.

For my son, for my wife, for my parents, my friends, etc. For the work I CHOOSE to care about. For the ordinary moments I would have once rushed through while thinking about whatever came next.

Haha, this kind of contradicts other things I've written... I still want to build things! I still want to do meaningful work and figure out what I’m capable of!

But I don’t want to spend my whole life looking for something meaningful and accidentally miss the life that was meaningful all along.

Current status: Starting my own family.