For years I locked away the colors that made me—me.
For years I locked away the colors that made me—me.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.
For years I locked away the colors that made me—me.
He loved me. I love him. He tried. But he was wrong. And that’s ok. I’ve struggled coming to terms with many of the scars, both internal and external, from my childhood. I was disciplined and slapped around quite a bit. During one of these disciplining sessions, my father slapped me on the side of the face and damaged my ear drum. I can’t put my head underwater. For this reason...
I shouted this to my 11 and 9-year-old daughters as we drove down the freeway with the windows rolled down. They were in the back seat of our old run-down Honda Civic, so it was especially noisy.
"Girls, I have a little secret to share."
They were nine and seven at the time, and it was time for a real conversation.
Far from the best but one that cares. One that is involved and making every effort to make the Girls the leaders they are destined to become.
This year.
Let’s all make this year special. 1% better every day.
Compound that growth.
Where will you be in 10 years?
Where were you 10 years ago?
I’m ready but not ready.
On Fatherhood, Manhood & Becoming Better Ancestors.