I went to a roller disco for a birthday.

(Yep, that stuff exists here in SF - it’s awesome!)

As I skated around the renovated church,

I held onto my friends as bumpers, as crutches, as support.

But when I spoke to the birthday boy,

He proudly stated how many times he’d fallen.

He showed me his bruises and even reenacted the spills.

Conversely, I snootily remarked that I hadn’t fallen yet.

But his response made me think:

“Busting your ass is part of it.

I go as fast as I can and know with each fall, I improve”

How many times have you used something or someone as a bumper or crutch to prevent you from falling in business or life?

What would it look like to bust ass and keep moving?

What could you learn? How could you grow?

What would it give others permission to do or be?

Who would they become?

And more importantly, who would YOU become?