A few weeks ago, Xhoni was a stranger I met on LinkedIn and last week, I flew more than 6,000 miles to the South of France to spend four days with him and a group of people I had never met. Some people thought I was crazy. I did my due diligence, trusted myself, and got on the plane. And somewhere between the long conversations, the laughter, Monaco, swimming in the Mediterranean, staying a few extra days in Sanremo, eating Xhoni’s mom’s Albanian cooking, and being cared for in a way I honestly wasn’t expecting… something in me changed. We went there to talk about business. But what I came home thinking about most was life. I realized how much I had normalized being busy, achieving, pushing, building, and always looking toward the next thing. We make time to network. We make time for business. But somewhere along the way, we stopped making time to really know each other. Being around people who made time for meals, conversation, friendship, generosity, and real human connection made me realize how much I had been missing. It changed my standards. For the way I want to live. For the way I want to be treated. For the kind of people I want around me. And for what I’m no longer willing to accept. I still want to build something extraordinary. In fact, I came home with more clarity than I’ve had in a long time. But I don’t want a bigger business if it means a smaller life (and maybe that's the real shift). A few weeks ago, these people were strangers. Now I’m going home with friendships, memories, a much bigger vision for my future, and this strange feeling that I’m not quite the same person who got on that plane. Sometimes the biggest risk really is staying home. 💙