Six Lives Ahead

Sometimes I think about weird things—

like what I want to be in my next life.

I have a list going.

So far, I’ve planned out my next six lives.

In one, I’ll be a musician.

In another, a professional football player.

Then an archaeologist—

after that, I can’t decide between ghost hunter or ambassador.

Anyway, I’ve got big dreams for my future selves.

It’s funny though—

I have no idea what I’m doing in this life,

but the next six? Totally mapped out.

When I told one of my guy friends about the football thing,

he laughed and said I’d have to come back as a man for that.

I rolled my eyes.

He was way overthinking it.

I’m still in the 30,000-foot vision phase—

we’ll handle logistics two lifetimes from now.

But the more I think about it,

maybe it’s not really about football.

Maybe what I’m craving

is the discipline and focus it takes

to master yourself—

physically, mentally, spiritually—

while chasing excellence at one specific thing.

I love that about athletes:

they’re always trying to beat themselves first.

And maybe

I don’t have to save that for my next life.

Maybe I can start right here.

Maybe it starts

with renewing my gym membership.

Oh shoot—

I already did that.

Maybe it starts

with me walking through the door.