A few years ago, my car’s rearview mirror dropped off the windshield and landed in my lap. Freaked out, I headed over to an autoparts store where they assured me it happens all the time, and sold me a kit to glue it back in place. But after I got used to the mirror’s absence, I really started loving life without it. The view ahead was so much broader than it had been with the mirror blocking it up. I found myself savoring the forward-focused feel of driving without looking behind me all the time. It felt dangerous, yes. But also exciting. While my mirror is safely back in place again, today I recommend you pull the literary equivalent of a rearview mirror-removal.
The finish line is just 10 days ahead. Stomp that foot down on the accelerator and don’t look back.
David Given Schwarm 
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