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Happy Sunday 👋🏾,

I can't believe I'm saying this, but a couple of weeks ago, I had a fall.

It's something you'd normally associate with older people.

It was a Sunday morning. Sheriden and Zeek were at church, and I was home alone, feeling completely fine.

I was in the kitchen doing some food prep for the week when I moved and lost my balance. (It wasn't an epileptic attack, before you ask.)

It was weird. I could feel it happening in stages, and I knew exactly what was going on, but my hands didn't come out to break the fall.

I couldn't catch myself, and I hit my head on the edge of the kitchen counter.

It was only a small cut on my forehead, and superficial, but there was a lot of blood pouring out initially. Plus a bump.

I was quickly trying to clean up the blood before Sheriden got back, as I didn’t want her to panic.

When she walked in from church and saw it, she panicked.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I just had a fall," I said.

"What do you mean?"

So I talked her through it.

This is what it looked like once it had been cleaned up.

I'm not going to lie, I'm a bit embarrassed that I couldn't stop myself.

I don't know if I'm overreacting. Maybe it was just a one-off.

If you've been following my newsletter, you'll know that around 12 years ago I had a severe epileptic attack. I was in hospital for a long time and had to learn to walk again.

Back then, while I was having attack after attack, I was told that as I got older, my mobility would become an issue and my memory would suffer.

I've done everything I can to keep this from happening for as long as possible.

But it's always been lurking in the background, and that fall was a sharp reminder that it might be waiting for me.

I have noticed other things. As I mentioned a few weeks ago, I have been having severe headaches and my memory is not as good as it used to be. Is this just down to me getting older? I'm not sure.

I spent the rest of that Sunday sitting there thinking, "Wow, is this really me? Is this my life now? I've only just turned 40."

I guess this is part of my life. But I can't wallow and feel sad about something that hasn't happened yet.

Look, it might not happen, and it might not get progressively worse. Then again, it might.

I've got to make sure I'm living in the moment, and keep doing what I'm doing now. Everything in my power to have a fit and strong second part of my life.

Because, boy, I still need to go and kick ball with Zeek and run around with him.

I don't want to be that guy who's just watching on the sidelines.

Life's too short to feel like it's just passing me by.

I'm still going to do what I can to make the most of it.

My September goals check-in

The good news first. I'm down to 79 kg, two kilos off my target.

I've been in the gym five times a week and getting my 10,000 steps in, some days 15,000.

Now for the honest confession. I haven't written a single word of my book.

Maybe I'm lacking discipline. Or maybe there's just so much going on right now, which, to be fair, is a good thing.

We're getting quite a lot of bookings at the moment, and in just over 10 days, we fly to Nigeria. There's still loads to get done:

• Setting up the bank account
• Interviewing for a country lead
• Looking at offices
• Finding some downtime with Sheriden, as it's her first time out there

If you sent me your goals last month, how are yours going? Reply and let me know.

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