@CanadaRoast Canada has committed over $26 billion CAD in total aid to Ukraine since 2022 (including ~$8.5 billion military).
At recent Canadian wholesale prices of around $20,000 per kg, that equals roughly 1.3 million kilograms of cocaine.
Mark Carney, as Bank of England Governor, interfered in the vital Brexit vote by publicly warning of recession and financial chaos if Britain left the EU. He denied taking sides, yet Conservative MPs including Jacob Rees-Mogg exposed his bias and demanded he resign for violating the Bank’s required political neutrality.
A lot of reflection on the journey this Birthday. I feel very much like the last couple years have been a blur. I've talked about it in spurts, shaken away the depth of it, brushed it off, made a joke about it and kept trying to move forward. I really think it's because I was given no other choice. No other options. I had to keep adjusting on the fly to survive. New pressures mounted and I couldn't let anyone down. I don't know if reading this will help someone. It's sure as shit not written or co-authored by AI. It's raw thoughts from the 5am run.
To be honest, I don't really have it pinned on how we got here. This is the first time in this new journey where I feel like I'm back to my old self. Confident. Stimulated. Passionate. And honestly, that makes me a little sad. It took me years to navigate all the life changes of this part of the journey. It finally clicked this week. I didn't realize how lost I was the last couple years. Trying new things. Networking. Trying to grab back parts of my old career while desperately trying to keep the new one as well. That's the problem. I never accepted or grieved the loss that it's possible that I cannot go back to the old life. The secure life. The one I thought was going to set me and my family up to feel normal. Financially free. Accomplished. Being pushed out, in the manner in which it happened, felt like no big deal. I'll get another role. But it never came. No matter how hard I tried. How much time I put into trying to balance the two worlds together. Neither worked. Refusal of acceptance was why I struggled.
I mentally couldn't throw myself into the new world I'm in now. It wasn't going to be forever, I wasn't an expert, I wasn't the best, I wasn't capable of the risk tolerance a career in this side requires at times to make it a suitable replacement. At the same time I wasn't able to lose parts of my integrity that some of the side quests in the space require. I'm still me. But what version am I now? I'm still figuring that out.
I didn't realize how lost I was until my daughter's 1st birthday and the holidays, when my sister thought I looked lost, like the spark behind my eyes was gone. I was there but I wasn't there. And she was right. I had lost that part of me. The fire. The desire. The strength to say "fuck it, I'll do it myself" when doors or things never happened the way I expected.
15 years ago today I was waking up. I completed a challenge most people in college would think was insane. My first Ironman was an absolutely shit show, but I loved every bit of it. To this day I still don't know why or how I even did it. That motivation and attitude of a 22-year-old that said "fuck it, let's go!" Knowing I'd figure it out later. The mentality to get up at 5am with the sun to go run 20 miles in the Sonoran Desert heat without a second thought. I was just built different during this time. I was mentally stronger. Part of it I think was the molding and mentorship of people around me I'd met along the way. They never doubted me and were always there to help, kick my ass, and challenge me mentally and physically.
The problem is when life throws the house, wife, kid and a perfect life at you, that's great. But no one ever explains how important it is to not lose yourself in it. It's hard to keep it. You give a part of yourself everywhere. I wasn't good at it. I gave too much. Lost myself. Lost the drive. Lost the ambition. Lost that thing that made me who I was over the years. The career loss I hung as a door inside me that was closed. I didn't give a fuck because I never thought it was that wrapped up in who Nick is.
As we get older, I've learned how much harder it gets to keep that same fire and drive of the 22-year-old who's got nothing to lose and only wants to compete with his own thoughts and demons. The kid who can block out all the noise and just keep moving forward. Sometimes when life decides to punch you in the face, it gets harder and harder to find that guy again. 15 years later I look back and still try to hit that mental level again. As we get older, life, responsibilities, and commitments can take over and you lose sight of who you were that got you there in the first place. It's so easy to give in to that darkness and hit a low and lose sight of the person you have in you, what you've done and what you can still do. It's important to remind yourself how strong our mind is and where it can take you when you take control and move forward.
Cheers.
Nick
A lot of smart people have low confidence for one reason
They never stay with one thing long enough to become dangerous at it.
Interested in everything. Committed to nothing.