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| title: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12) (HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_013824)" |
| source: "House Oversight: Estate Documents (Nov 12)" |
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| date: "2026-01-01" |
| category: "House Oversight" |
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| somehow different. He was different. He had realized something while arcing in slow circles toward the |
| earth— risks weren't that scary once you took them. His colleagues told him what he expected to hear: He |
| was throwing it all away. He was an attorney on his way to the top —what the hell did he want? |
| Hans didn't know exactly what he wanted, but he had tasted it. On the other hand, he did know what |
| bored him to tears, and he was done with it. No more passing days as the living dead, no more dinners |
| where his colleagues compared cars, riding on the sugar high of a new BMW purchase until someone |
| bought a more expensive Mercedes. It was over. |
| Immediately, a strange shift began — Hans felt, for the first time in a long time, at peace with himself |
| and what he was doing. He had always been terrified of plane turbulence, as if he might die with the best |
| inside of him, but now he could fly through a violent storm sleeping like a baby. Strange indeed. |
| More than a year later, he was still getting unsolicited job offers from law firms, but by then had |
| started Nexus Surf,- a premier surf-adventure company based in the tropical paradise of Florianopolis, |
| Brazil. He had met his dream girl, a Carioca with caramel-colored skin named Tatiana, and spent most of |
| his time relaxing under palm trees or treating clients to the best times of their lives. |
| Is this what he had been so afraid of? |
| These days, he often sees his former self in the underjoyed and overworked professionals he takes out |
| on the waves. Waiting for the swell, the true emotions come out: "God, I wish I could do what you do." |
| His reply is always the same: "You can." |
| The setting sun reflects off the surface of the water, providing a Zen-like setting for a message he |
| knows is true: It's not giving up to put your current path on indefinite pause. He could pick up his law |
| career exactly where he left off if he wanted to, but that is the furthest thing from his mind. |
| As they paddle back to shore after an awesome session, his clients get ahold of themselves and regain |
| their composure. They set foot on shore, and reality sinks its fangs in: "I would, but I can't really throw it |
| all away." |
| He has to laugh. |
| The Power of Pessimism: Defining the Nightmare |
| Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action. |
| - BENJAMIN DISRAELI, former British Prime Minister |
| To door not to do? To try ur not to try? Most people will sure is, whather they cousier thensalves |
| brave or not. Uncertainty and the prospect of failure can be very scary noises in the shadows. Most |
| people will choose unhappiness over uncertainty. For years, I set goals, made resolutions to change |
| direction, and nothing came of either. I was just as insecure and scared as the rest of the world. |
| The simple solution came to me accidentally four years ago. At that time, I had more money than I |
| knew what to do with—I was making $70K or so per month-and I was completely miserable, worse |
| than ever. I had no time and was working myself to death. I had started my own company, only to realize |
| it would be nearly impossible to sell.-Oops. I felt trapped and stupid at the same time. I should be able to |
| figure this out, I thought. Why am I such an idiot? Why can't I make this work?! Buckle up and stop |
| being such a (insert expletive)! What's wrong with me? The truth was, nothing was wrong with me. I |
| hadn't reached my limit; I'd reached the limit of my business model at the time. It wasn't the driver, it |
| was the vehicle. |
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