The above has become part of our family motto. The whole thing? Go Fast. Do Crime. Get Hurt.
Do Crime, and Go Fast, Get Hurt, were both two things I said on different occasions to my wife. The “Do Crime?” we were planting seeds for food plants in an abandoned field as a condemned school. Go Fast, Get Hurt, that was said recently to her at her first Crossfit competition.
I think it sums up my view of the world pretty well. Do things that help people, even if it isn’t legal, and if you’re doing something, it’s worth getting hurt doing it, if it’s not, then it’s not worth doing.
That said, I’m burned out. Mentally hurt I suppose. I need to slow down on all of the things going on in my life. I don’t feel like I’m catching up, in fact, I feel like I’m slowly getting sucked down deeper. Swimming in a riptide I suppose.
I’ll get through it though.