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I don't like Baseball. I find its slow pace to be punishing. However, like any sport, Baseball is full of life lessons. I had a little league coach who would become irate anytime one of his players struck out by not swinging at the ball.

He would say something to the attune of...

"I don't know if this math still works today, but back when I played, I had a much better chance of hitting the ball if I swung at it."

To him, striking out because you swung for the fences was perfectly acceptable. But, striking out because you were too scared to swing and miss was a cardinal sin.

I still think about this. I hate Baseball and I still think about this. Every time I step up to the plate, I'm trying to rip the cover off the ball.

It probably wasn’t always fun to play with Michael Jordan

Great athletes, writers, artists and entrepreneurs can be uncomfortable to engage with.

Great athletes can be demanding. Great writers can be obsessive. Great artists can be intense. Great entrepreneurs can be fanatic.

They demand greatness from both themselves and those around them; and they understand that greatness is inherently unbalanced.

Greatness makes mediocracy uncomfortable. It forces mediocracy to level up or get the hell out of the room.

If you want to be great—and you want to inspire others to be great—you must let go of your need to be universally well liked.

One mark of a good leader of men and women is poise. It's the ability to remain calm and collected while everyone else is losing their shit.

I can't think of a more remarkable example than Jackie Kennedy at JFK's funeral.

After having lost her husband in a very gruesome and public manner, Jackie personally oversaw his ceremony. When his funeral was broadcasted live on national television, she mourned his passing with tremendous composure. She walked in silence. She wore a black veil over her face. She gently held her children's hands.

She was a beautiful anchor for a country deep in the throes of mourning.

Jackie had poise. She possessed the uncanny ability to remain calm and collected while everyone else was, very understandably, losing their shit.

Hiraeth is a Welsh word. Some mistake it for meaning homesickness. But, it's not homesickness. It's much deeper and more complicated than homesickness. Hiraeth is a longing for a home that does not exist. It's an existential yearning. It's spiritual, in a sense. It's the feeling you have on the slow, quiet days when you are without any sort of distraction. You are hurting. Yet, you don't know why. This is Hiraeth. Language is powerful because it allows us to name the complicated emotions and experiences that are unique to being human. While language can't protect us from feeling our feelings, it removes some of the anxiety surrounding our feelings.

Inspiration is a non-renewable resource. When you have it, do not waste it.

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