Making my dash count

Making my dash count

A life to be remembered

Isn’t is strange how we live our whole lives and then, at the end of it all, we are remembered by nothing more than a dash?

Sam Radford

1978 – 20??

That’s what ends up on our grave stones. The year we were born and the year we died. Separated only by a dash. And that dash represents our entire existence.

On the one hand, it reminds me how small I am. In the grand scheme of things, our lives are just a drop in the universe.

On the other hand it motivates me incredibly: I want to make my dash count.

Closing the gap between who we are and who we pretend to be

Closing the gap between who we are and who we pretend to be

Don’t worry about tomorrow, just be great today

Don’t worry about tomorrow, just be great today