Not just felt satisfied—but lit up, alive, like my three-year-old grandson when he does his happy dance.
Somewhere along the path to being responsible, respected, and reliable…
we traded spontaneity for stability.
We’ve mastered our craft, built reputations, and led teams.
But somewhere along the way, joy slipped quietly out the back door.
Here’s the thing:
The second half of life isn’t about proving yourself—it’s about remembering who you really are.
Joy isn’t a bonus for making it through the hard stuff.
It’s a signal—a green light that says, “Yes, this matters.”
Try this:
Think of three moments in your work life when time disappeared.
What were you doing?
Who were you helping?
That’s your compass.
Maybe joy means launching the idea that’s been calling to you.
Or simply unplugging after 7pm.
Or mentoring someone just starting out.
You haven’t missed your moment.
You’ve been preparing for it.
Your experience isn’t baggage—it’s rocket fuel.
What’s one small shift you can make this week to feel more alive?
Do that.
Your joy is waiting.
Ted
