For years, when laying our sleepy heads, I whisper in her ear:
Thank you for choosing me, again, today.
Then she echoes: thank you for choosing me.
Every Story Needs a First Page
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Inhale
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This past weekend my bonus daughter asked me to officiate her wedding.
The Math I Hate
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The third young woman walked off the stage and I did the math.
I looked to my left. I looked to my right.
I recently dug into some old journals and sketchbooks from my early 20s.
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My biggest discovery? I have always been a writer and a poet. I just forgot over the years.
There’s A Personality Type I Avoid
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There’s a personality type I avoid like a ‘We need to talk’ text.
High-energy. Overpromising. Charismatic.
Male. Female. Doesn’t matter.
I’ve Been Afraid to Share My Joy
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All my life, I’ve been afraid to share my joy. My corny personality.
But that’s how I’m wired.
That’s how I show up in the real world. So I’ve decided to share those parts anyway. Even more now that I’m old AF and give fewer effs.
Why Every Man Should Learn to Dance
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Before I started dancing, I didn’t realize how much of myself I’d been holding back.
Confessions of a Bad Friend
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Last year I had to admit something to myself.
I haven’t always been a good friend.
Nothing scandalous. Just the kind of mistake you make when you’re young, ambitious, and ignorant.
The Real Cost of That Logo Isn’t on the Tag
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Wearing the logo doesn’t make you legendary. It makes you a billboard.
I used to think certain things would make me feel seen, like I had finally “made it.” But chasing that feeling through stuff? It never lasts.
The First Few Years in Business Were Hard AF.
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I didn’t know how to run a business, but I was also conflicted about what work was supposed to feel like.
Some Memories Deserve More Than a Swipe
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Every month, I print 10 photos, small moments that matter enough to keep. While the world scrolls past thousands of images, I choose to hold mine in my hands, feel the paper, and turn the pages.
Things or People That Bring Me Joy
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Things or People That Bring Me Joy