Well, it’s day five of our little staycation. The children gain in power while their adult chaperones are weakened in each passing minute. Conservatively, I give us until about Friday before they completely overthrow the kingdom. Please, don’t remember me for my financial writings. Remember me for the dank memes.
[home with kids for two weeks status]
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— Douglas A. Boneparth (@dougboneparth) December 21, 2019
2019 was a breakout year. Not because of the number of clients acquired, or the amount of assets managed or even the number media appearances that were made. This year was a breakout year simply because of the amount of confidence I’ve gained. This decade has been an absolute whirlwind since Heather and I went *all in* on achieving our own great things in life. Our risks, even though calculated, were massive and often terrifying. Any number of things could’ve derailed us on our journey. Even though we managed to stay on track, I can’t begin to describe and count the psychological battles we’ve waged with ourselves. It’s exhausting.
The knowledge and experience I’ve gained these past ten years has given me the confidence to approach uncertainty in a way that excites me rather than disables me. It has become my greatest hedge for whatever might come my way. Ironically, this confidence now exists because I was willing to bear great risks in the first place, but reaping their rewards didn’t hurt either.
You never know what’s going to pop up around the corner but, right now, for the first time in a long time I am fortunate to have everything I need to capitalize all the hard work that’s been carried out over the past 10 years. For next year, I look forward to revisiting and doubling down on the things that got me here in the first place but, before any of that can happen, it’s time to take some time and decompress.
After 73 consecutive weeks of writing to this blog, I’m going to sit next week out and attempt to get a little more comfortable with being uncomfortable by unplugging as best I can. I don’t have the level of grit to take a break from blogging and social media like my good friend and colleague Justin Castelli did last month, so I’ll be popping in and out for an occasional joke or two before Heather can catch me on my phone. Seriously, I am going to try my best.
Now back to me watching my kids attempt to overthrow the tiny little kingdom we’ve built for ourselves. Oh God, they built a diaper trebuchet. See you in 2020. Happy Everything!