The Day I Decided to Revive My Life

A little over two years ago, my father passed away from health-related complications. He was 70 years old.

What followed wasn’t just grief — it was a period of steady reflection on my own life. Somewhere in that quiet reflection, a sobering truth hit me: I might already be closer to the end than the beginning.

Deeper reflection and a troublesome realization

As I thought about my life with my father, I realized something that broke me open: I didn’t really know him beyond my own experiences. Not much of his childhood or upbringing. Not his deeper thoughts or the values that guided him beyond his faith. Not his dreams. Not his fears.

That realization turned the mirror back on me. I began asking what kind of father, partner, son, brother, friend, and man I had become. I’ve always wanted my children not only to know me, but to learn from me — to understand how I think, what I value, and what I believe is possible. I wanted to model the courage to create a life you love, so that they might one day do the same.

Those thoughts weren’t new. For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of building a life I love and helping others do the same; family, friends, and everyone. I just hadn’t truly lived it myself.

Then came the hardest realization of all: I couldn’t answer the most basic questions about myself. What do I believe? What do I value? What kind of life do I want to live? I had fragments of answers — but no clear vision. No sense of purpose. No idea of the legacy I wanted to leave behind.

When Death stares at you, it’s hard to look away

I kept telling myself I would change — that my father’s passing would be the spark that pushed me to finally figure out who I was and what I wanted from life.

Four months later, all I had to show were a few honest journal entries and some small, but meaningful, steps. Then life got busy again. Another seven months passed before anything deeper would shift.

And then came the wake-up call.

In April of the next year, I was hospitalized with what I feared was a heart attack. I didn’t know what it was — but my father’s side of the family has a long history of heart disease. Lying there, I thought the worst: This could be it. This could be the end.

If you’ve ever faced a moment where death feels near, you know how quickly everything floods in.
Did I tell the people I love that I love them?
Did I hug my children long enough for them to remember me?
Did I ever apologize for the things I said — or didn’t say?
Did my life really make any impact on this world?

The truth was, the answer to almost all of those questions was no.
And if that was my end, I knew I was leaving behind a mess.

A second chance — but for what?

I was lucky. After a couple of days, I was released. The tests found nothing wrong.

That should have been good news — except it wasn’t. I was hospitalized two more times that year and went through over 60 medical tests. No answers. Just uncertainty and frustration.

Physically, I looked fine — 215 pounds, a slender build. But inside, I knew better. My fitness had slipped to the point where the activities I once loved had become hard — or impossible. My body was screaming what my mind had long ignored: “You can’t keep living this way.”

For months, I tried small changes that rarely stuck. I’d walk more, eat better, cut back on alcohol, focus more on my mental and emotional health, and convince myself I was improving. But deep down, I knew I was just treading water. The scale didn’t move. The exhaustion still existed. The anxiety stayed steady. The thoughts that I was still just existing in this life.

Then something shifted. I started practicing mindfulness.

The turning point: Mindfulness and Truth

If you’ve ever practiced mindfulness, you know it’s not about “clearing your mind.” It’s about noticing what enters it — without judgment — and seeing your thoughts for what they truly are.

And what I kept noticing was a single, recurring thought:
If I don’t make an intentional change now, my health, my relationships, and my sense of purpose will only continue to fade.

I started thinking about the people I love most and the things left undone.
Would I live long enough to share life with someone I love deeply?
Would I see my kids grow up and build families of their own?
Would I ever adventure through the world I’ve only seen on screens?
Would my life make an impact that matters to anyone?

That’s when a quote from Rich Roll landed in my heart:

That’s where I was — standing in that painful, fearful middle ground.

I feared failing. I feared discovering I might never get back to the healthier, stronger version of myself. I feared that this weaker state might be permanent — and that trying would only prove it true. I feared that my life might pass by without meaning, that I’d waste my one chance to make a difference in this beautiful world. And most of all, I feared I wouldn’t have enough time left to turn it around.

But fear or not, I knew it was time to decide.
It was time to face it all — but do it anyway.
It was time to revive my life.

The birth of the Reviving Life Project

The Reviving Life Project was born from all of it — loss, health scares, love for my family, and the deep ache to belong in my own life and this world around us.

It’s about choosing to discover the authentic me over the comfort of simply being me.
Self-determination over expectations and routines.
Self-respect over self-neglect.
Inner harmony over inner conflict.
And real love — the kind that tears down walls and replaces silence with connection — over fear.

I’m not doing this because I’ve figured it all out.
I’m doing it because I believe anyone can change their life for the better — no matter where they start.

If I’m going to believe that, I have to live it.
I’ve made the decision to do exactly that — and to live it publicly, in real time, so that anyone watching can see what’s possible when you choose to start and refuse to quit.

A destination of my choosing

Ten years from now, I see my family in a small, close-knit community. We know each other’s names. We show up for one another. We love each other despite our differences.

My days are spent helping people — locally, globally, and online — on my own time, by my own choice. My relationships are honest, deep, and free of judgment. My children know exactly who their father is — and what makes him who he is.

That’s the life I’m building.
That’s the life I’m inviting you to watch me build — to prove that it can be done.