Growth is in the Paradox…
When we sit around waiting for someone else’s permission to take action on the things in our life we say we want to achieve, we tend to wait a really long time.
I know from experience. I was that guy until May 9, 2020.
For me, it took 5 hours in emergency in the Melbourne Royal to wake up.
Slow down to speed up.
The darkest nights are where the stars are born.
This is the lyric sheet of the track I’m working on in studio. I’m uncertain if I will call it hope in hiding as it suggests or Hope’s Been Hiding. Nah. I know. It’s the latter.
I’m excited to share with you Hope’s Been Hiding. It’ll be a little bit… thanks for your patience.
‘Cause as I lay here typing this on my phone at the Rocky View Hospital, Unit 71 - it seems like a consistent reality check… I’m reminded with how precious life is.
I woke up with nasty guts at 5:35 or so and then my heart went out of control. Racing so powerfully it was inevitable to win the derby. Seabiscuit had no chance. 🐎
I’m well versed with getting palpitations under control. I’ve dealt with my heart my whole life… and we’re typically on good terms. Today, 5:45 am rolled around and the ol’ ticker was friends off.
I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I got up, made it out to my living room… disoriented and stumbling around. Had no idea where I left my phone to call 911, so I got to the bathroom, cleared my guts and stumbled my way back into the living room, apparently hitting the door frame on my way out, splitting my lip banging up my right side as I collapsed down to the floor. Still completely disoriented, I managed to find my phone - still not sure where it was and stumbled back into my room, into bed and made that call to 911.
By far the scariest moment of my life to date, and because I had absolutely no one there to help me.
I’ve never felt so helpless in my life.
It’s really the worst feeling ever.
The night time is dark and what did we say about the stars…?
Ems arrived on scene fairly quickly, all considered. I later learned that there’s a crazy shortage these days in Calgary and I picked the right time to have a cardiac issue…
Long story short, it’s been nearly 12 hours and I’ll likely be here for a couple days while they watch my heart and hope it does more circus tricks while all eyes are on it.
I have yet to eat today, they’ve drained more blood than I thought possible for tests, my lip is split like I was fighting Conor, I missed my am coffee, my nose is stuffy, my head hurts, my friends saved my dog cause he doesn’t know what’s up (shout out Marcus and Ashy) and I get the lesson of how important sleep truly is.
And I’m alive.
Life’s good. This is happening for me. 💜
My dad would say, “head up, kid.”
Look for the lesson. Feel it. Learn.
Sending love out there! Updates when I can.
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