I’m not afraid of dying. As a matter of fact, I’m tired and I could use the rest. I am afraid of dogs, and I’m afraid of swimming in large natural bodies of water. (Thanks for that one, mom. Jaws was a cinematic masterpiece, but maybe not the best film to show your third grader.) Although I’m not afraid of dying, I am acutely aware that time is running out, and I’ve got some $#&% to do.
Jason and I just interviewed Rick Telberg, the uber-cool veteran journalist of the accounting profession. At one point in the interview Rick killed me. He said, “Change is constant. You have to change. You change, or you die. By ‘die’ I mean that these guys simply run out the clock, go out of business, and make room for the next generation.” If that’s death, then I’m terrified of dying Rick Telberg style.