When we were young, we would ride our dirtbikes deep into the woods and try and get lost. But. we found our way home.
When I was taking classes in Italy for a semester, I tried to get lost on the streets of Rome late at night. But, I found my way back to the dorm convent.
When I graduated from Duquesne, I remember driving out to Nanty Glo, Pa for work and then going straight to Real Estate courses in Pittsburgh, then leaving there to work on an idea we had called the "busanova" at night. I felt completely lost.
(Yeah Busanova, like in the Eydie Gorme song - Blame it on the Bossa Nova )
These events feel like a lifetime ago. Hell, they really were. I doubted myself constantly back then. Doubt clouds the mind and puts you on paths, roads, and jobs that will lead you astray and away from home.
When you get lost enough times in the dark and eventually find your way back to where you want to be..The doubt eventually fades away. You've ,in a sense, proven to yourself that you can find your way through the darkest days.
And when your life depends on something, there is no time for doubt.
Meeting with the technical division of GNW every morning, problem solving and planning the next years of the company - there is absolutely no doubt at all, #projecthailmary is home.


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