Death

This post will be as simultaneously simple and complex as its title.

Each day for the past week I have sat down to work--whether it be for work or school--and come up blank. My grandmother, Barbara Nordstrom, is dead. It seems she's temporarily taken my drive with her despite my efforts to use the event as inspiration to work harder.

So I made the executive decision to give myself a break. I'm notorious for running myself into the ground, beating myself up for failing to meet the ridiculous goals I set, and I want to respect my feelings. One thing I've learned in this class is that I share many of the potentially destructive traits common among entrepreneurs, but I have self awareness and the strong desire to avoid self destruction.

Above is my awesome grandmother with Jonne Järvelä of folk metal band Korpiklaani. She was of unparalleled strength and open-mindedness, and she won't be soon forgotten.