Happy Christmas my friend.
I hope that you’re knee-deep in Quality Street and that Die Hard is locked and loaded – ready for this evening.
Right now I’m on a mountain.
… But whatever you are doing this year and for your Christmas – I hope it’s a good one.
Now I don’t know what this year has been like for you, but if what I’ve seen behind these doors is a measuring stick – I suspect there have been challenges.
… Truth is, over the last 12 months I’ve never seen so many self-made men feel exhausted, burned out, and done in.
And yet despite all the shit that those outside our walls would have you believe outside…
Here YOU are.
…Still fighting.
…Still going.
…Still strong.
Testament my friend to your grit, and probably why you’ve made it this far on your own and without a leg up.
At a time when the mediocre majority seem to have succumbed to the dark mark biting at their heels…
… There are men like you in this game that have sucked it up, done what needs to be done and fucking delivered.
… And that brother, is something to be PROUD of.
Something that should be celebrated
Something that should be saluted.
And yet there is a New Year around the corner, and in my experience a New Year always means NEW opportunity.
So no matter how good (or bad) your fortune has been this year…
… Tonight, and as credits close on Die Hard, time to…
SADDLE UP…
… And prove to the doubters once again that you were right all along, you can do this, you are doing this – you will win.
“Yippee Kayee Mother Fucker and Merry Christmas”
Make More. Provide More. Be More.
Charlie Hutton
