Back then, that meant the scientist in their garage building teleporters, or the professor brewing potions, or Iron Man.

I don't say it anymore. But, even though it's unintentional, I'm often surprised at how closely my life has stayed to that idea.

Recently, in times of difficult decision making, I've been finding myself asking more and more "what would make my 10 year old self proud?"

Something ambitious and crazy, completely optimistic and unapologetic, I assume.

I've found it's a good heuristic for making choices.

I leave this here as a footnote - more as a reminder to myself - on how to think.

If he were here now, what would he think of me?