The Lighthouse

Why I keep writing these letters, even when life is full. And what these letters have become for so many others.

Dear Leo,

This week I’m writing to you from the quiet corner of my office. After a busy weekend of fitness competitions and hosting family lunches, my senses have been truly walloped. So today, I’m very content with the reality of this room. The Winter Olympics are playing on the projector, engulfing the white wall to my left. A slow blur of snow and speed and discipline. I’ve dimmed the lights, and I'm rattling through the admin. 

In front of me are multiple screens. Tabs open. Chat boxes firing. Ideas and plans. Trips and targets. A calendar that looks like Tetris. Messages that start with “quick one” and end up taking an hour. Notes for things I want to build. Things I don’t want to miss.

And in the middle of all of it, I’m here, writing you a letter.