My dad died in 2015. It was as if, for the first time, I realized we were mortal and had only this life to live.

Unless you’re a cat.

But I wasn’t a cat and I wasn’t living the life I thought I was supposed to live. Since then, I’ve been writing.

Every Single Day.

It’s working. I’ve now published 12 books, closed down the company I founded (and realized I hated), and moved my family to Europe. It doesn’t cost me energy, it provides me with energy. Every Single Day. It all started with a single decision to write every day.

When are you going to start living the life you were meant to live?