Last year I met a lot of people
and made new friends.
I couldn’t help but wonder how I did it.
Ps
Yes. I still draw a sun in the corner of my art. Sometimes.
“My written words…
are my most precious asset. They are also a history of my life.”
-Derek Sivers
My words, stories, and life have value. If only to my daughters.
“PERDONA ME MAMI.
I was just playing soccer with the boys in the yard.”
I didn’t know it then, but we were poor. My mom would be furious when I came back from
playing with the boys with grass stains & knee tears in my pants.
That’s all I had to play in and, well, I had to play.
13 years since I walked away…
from my dependable job with benefits and reliability. Still standing and thriving.
Don’t be fooled by the hype. It’s not easy.
It’s not recommended for the faint of heart. But I had to bet on myself and went all in.
Plus I don’t have a heart.
I read Rich Dad Poor Dad
by @therealkiyosaki right after the divorce in 2007. Until that point,
I never believed I could be a businessman. I was mentally broke.
That inflection point altered the entire course of my life. I changed the way I spoke about money with my daughters.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.