Learning to be Choosy
One of the first emotional responses we must learn as children is how to handle disappointment and loss. Whether it’s learning to share a toy or coping with the loss of a family member, our formative years offer constant reminders that life doesn’t always work out how we want it.
Coming to terms with that is a huge part of growing up.

But I’m starting to see the other side of that coin.
As a young adult, I have the autonomy to be relentless in my pursuit of happiness. I don’t have to go to class. I don’t have to mow the lawn or do the dishes. There’s no systematic frustrations I must put up with or tribulations I must survive.
It is 100% up to me to make sure that I’m enjoying every single day. And if I’m not, it’s my own fault. The only constraint is that I provide for myself. Past that, I’m essentially unencumbered.


Along with about 35 million other Americans, I’ve been watching the Olympics in primetime every night after work.
Yesterday, Sam and I met with a VC in a shiny new office building in downtown Cambridge.