Yesterday I attended the annual Rundlett Christmas Party. We had fun, but more importantly, I got to participate and feel reconnected to the lives of people whom I know and love, but haven’t seen in over 2 years.

Rundletts are intelligent and beautifully challenged people who struggle with various mental health and addiction issues. We’re all cut from the same gifted but burdened cloth.

Deep and meaningful conversation makes me come alive. And so what better to talk about over a Christmas party than how we’re all growing wiser, seeking healing, seeing life change after recovery, and manifesting healthier versions of ourselves? I liked playing pool with my cousins and uncles. But I loved talking about the real life issues that matter and are impacting everyone in the family.

Balancing seriousness and play is something I’ve been improving on. It was a theme for me within the party itself. My aunt and I discussed Jordan Peterson and self-development; my cousin and I discussed alcoholism and recovery; my other cousins and I discussed success in business. And then we went and all sang karaoke Christmas carols and ate a metric ton of ham, pie, cookies, meatballs, and asparagus. We’re all over the map.

And I love that. Most of us have ADD, myself certainly included.

Family should serve as a safe haven for expressing struggles and receiving sympathy, support, encouragement, challenging of bullshit, and fostering of growth.

I’ve missed that. I didn’t realize how much it meant to me.

I don’t regret spending the last two years prioritizing my career growth and success. Not a bit. Could I have prioritized family more? Sure. But I wouldn’t appreciate it nearly as deeply or profoundly as I do while writing this.

To all my fellow Rundletts, I love you. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement and support. Thank you for your vulnerability and your authenticity. Thank you for inspiring me to be better through your examples.

Merry Christmas,
Nick Rundlett