I just dropped my last kid off at college

How to figure out what to do next?

Read this post on my blog here.

Two months before the last day of my last kid at home, I stopped being able to write. For me, nothing feels like it really happened unless I write it down. But another part of my brain thought: This must be documented. It's the biggest moment of our life. Or his life. Or something. At least draw a picture.

I don't always think in pictures, but I've been tutoring this girl who always thinks in pictures. I'm giving the girl I'm tutoring the confidence to say, "I'm a visual learner," and she's giving me the confidence to say, "I'm a writer who is drawing right now."

People always say that kids grow up so fast. I think it's because we are more likely to remember the special events than the  things we did day in and day out. People say time starts going faster as we age. It's hard to imagine, but in that case I feel like if I want to get something done in my life I need to do it urgently. 

I'm also starting to think about accomplishments. I've had three startups exit. Brazen.com was acquired by Radancy. I didn't make money. I sold my stock early to buy Z a cello. Someday I'll write the story about how before I sold the stock, I did what I thought was my only other option: I accidentally stole a cello. 

I am not even sure what all my accomplishments add up to. I think they are the result of me trying lots of things that add up to nothing. I think what really feels like an accomplishment is when I try something new and actually put out something. Showing people what I tried. 

So here is my journal of the last two months before I took Z to college. I don't know what my empty nest-life will be, but I hope I am still brave enough to invest a lot of time into things that don't work.