My son has been little, cute, and sweet for the last twelve years. Sixth grade was a seismic shift. It seems like overnight, he transitioned from a little boy to a man (gulp). I find that I’m a little bit sad about this semi-sudden change. I want to gather up his little toddler body in my arms, but his 5-foot-seven-inch frame doesn’t fit the way used to.
I have a tendency to feel sad about the good old days, but I’m learning from many of my entrepreneurial friends about the mindset of looking forward to the adventure of the future.
We have that choice at every milestone to morn the past, in fact, we should take the time to reflect on the past. But we can’t get stuck there because preparing ourselves, anticipating, and getting excited for future adventures are more productive than regretting, protecting, and trying to get back to the way things used to be.