Hey old friend,
It’s 3:53 am at the time of writing this.
I’m in my bed.
Can’t sleep.
I tried journaling, meditating, tapping my chest. None of it is working. So maybe writing to you will help.
I’m three days away from the release of Talk To Strangers, aka the biggest day of my life, and I don’t know what to do with myself.
Everything is pretty much done. Just some logistical stuff left and signing more books.
Reminds me of the Ironman.
Same feeling.
Being on the brink of this thing I’ve wanted for so long but wasn’t sure if I could pull off.
And now I’m at mile 25 (40 km) of the marathon. And I’m wrecked. Wiped. Ready to cross the finish line. Not in some glorious celebratory fashion, but in complete collapse and relief.
Three years of my life.
Nearly 1/10th.
Fully dedicated to this book. To this process.
I hope people will feel it when they read it.
I hope they’ll sense the energy, the love, the sweat and tears poured into it.
I hope they’ll be inspired to ask themselves what they want out of life.
They’ll get to see me, Yes Theory, and my friends in a way they never have before.
That’s both terrifying and thrilling…To be witnessed in my truth like that. By complete strangers.
Wow, I feel so lucky and proud.
I did it.
We did it.
Holy shit, we’re actually here.
This is actually real.
I can see the finish line.
Just a few more steps.
A few more grunts.
So. Damn. Close.
Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep.
Because I’ve dreamt about this moment for what now feels like a lifetime.
Love,
Matt