Tomorrow is 9/11, the anniversary of the ugliest day of my life.
I really have nothing new to add to the conversation; to the reflections and memories that you have or I have or have been recorded. I won't watch the videos of horror that I know will be shown again and again and again tomorrow. I don't need to. They are etched in my mind.
But I've been reflecting a bit about what I can do to show my respect for the day, and the only thing I came up with is quite small.
I won't talk about Twitterville tomorrow. I won't self-promote. I won't exude the power and wonderfulness of social media, or tell you where I'm talking. I'm going to use the time I usually spend promoting my new book to reflect about life and what is important.
I have no advice whatsoever for you on what you should do. I'll just say this. There are somethings in your life that are very big, and very enduring and will etch your time on the planet.
I'm willing to be it's not the launch of a product, service or even a book.
