Charlie Holiday Box Set

Preface

Preface

I can’t not do this.

It’s out of my hands.

That’s how I feel about Charlie Holiday.

You see, my dear reader, I was supposed to write nonfiction books. Probably really dull stuff on building a company or maybe about statistics and how math is secretly really fun.* I’d most likely fall asleep writing it so, thankfully, it would never make it into your hands.

I did write a book recently: Every Single Day. It’s about how tiny habits, on a daily basis, can build up to life-altering change. I poured my heart and soul into it. I’m very proud of it. I’m also thankful for it because it got me to here, today, writing for you about Charlie Holiday.

As I wrote the Every Single Day book, a character kept creeping in between the lines. It was as if he was both over my shoulder reading along and in my head telling me what to write.

Since I finished that book, he’s been pestering me to set him free into the wild.

I don’t really have a choice. I’m at his mercy. He wants out of my mind and, yeah, sorry about this: into yours.

If you don’t want him in there, just stop reading now.

He means well. He has a beautiful and warm heart. He really only wants what’s best for me—and you.

You see, he knows one thing. He doesn’t quite know how to get it or explain it so maybe that’s why he’s dragging me along on all of his adventures. So I learn what he wants to get across. Because, frankly, I don’t know.

He knows just one thing and it’s what has my curiosity piqued to the point where I let him into my mind in the mornings and let him tell his stories. I write them down. I learn from him.

The one thing he knows is this: there is more.

That’s it. That’s what he knows.

With that, I introduce to you: Charlie Holiday.

Go easy on him, he has no idea what he’s doing, where he’s going, or how he’s going to get there. But he knows.

He just knows.

* OK, I admit it. I think math is secretly fun.

Now Is Your Chance

You’ll see it when you believe it