Historians speak of a time before social media.
Dark times where you’d have to wait for your friend to come home from vacation to hear about the diarrhea they got on the minibus back from the waterpark.
But those days are long gone, my friend.
Well, you can still get diarrhoea on a minibus if you want. But catching a glimpse inside someone else’s life is now as easy as opening an email… like this one.
I spent last week trying to become a Rubik’s Cube Master.
Why? What are you, my mother? If so, ask Dad if I can borrow money.
It’s because I sometimes feel like I’m drifting, and that would upset a younger version of me who left the hospital feeling inspired by the infinite possibilities of life.
Becoming the world’s best most okay-est Rubik’s Cuber isn’t like climbing Everest (one is a toy and one is a snow-capped peak, you goose), but I’m hoping it will help me start living with more intention.
I don’t have a Hot Tub Time Machine to go back, warn myself about cancer (and maybe erase some questionable haircuts, decisions and relationships). Probably for the best, really, all that time in a hot tub is practically begging for a UTI.
I can only look forward!
So I set myself a 7-day goal as a way to snowball motivation and get out of a rut.
Did I succeed?
Did I get diarrhea on a bus?
Click to find out.
With love,
New World Porter
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Great video, but the funniest bit was the look on Sienna's face when you took the cube away! "You said I could have a go, Dad!" 😳
Great post Alex and loved the video. You made so many great points that really resonated for me. I've just finished the latest version of my book that I feel like I'll deem 'final' for now. So it's time to find a new goal before the gapping hole in my life swallows me whole! 🫣