Words I Like: "Flexibility in your approach is just as important as discipline in your execution." — Chris Williamson For a long time, I thought discipline meant rigidity. That the guy who never missed a workout, never skipped a work block, never let anything interrupt the schedule — that was the guy who was going to win. Protect the routine. Guard the system. Execute without exception. Then my daughter arrived two weeks ago. And the schedule didn't just bend — it shattered. The work blocks...
26 days ago • 1 min read
I'm standing next to my wife in the labor and delivery room. Myself, two doctors, and one nurse are all staring at a heart rate monitor, intently listening to its steady but slowing rhythm. It sounds like a small horse galloping underwater, and it's capturing every bit of the room's attention. This horse is seemingly coming to rest. My wife's on the table wearing an oxygen mask, focused on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth just like the doctors told her to. But when I...
about 1 month ago • 1 min read
There's a certain allure to starting over we don't usually talk about. It's not hard to understand the pull either. Everyone loves the idea of a clean slate. The emotional high of a reset. The feeling that this is the moment where everything finally changes. It looks like fresh notebooks.New routines.Clear calendars. It feels like optimism, hope, and excitement. It tastes like fresh coffee. It smells like dawn. And when you're standing in that kind of moment, it's easy to believe that this...
about 2 months ago • 2 min read
I was about 6 months clean and sober before the feeling of being lost had become unbearable. It wasn't heavy in a way where I wanted to go back, but it was heavy enough that it demanded attention. The issue was I had no idea how to move forward. All I knew was that standing still was no longer an option. I had heard a lot of talk about the importance of finding your purpose, the value of meaning, all of it. But, up until this point, they just seemed like some amorphous terms people threw out...
2 months ago • 2 min read
I remember getting out of rehab and looking around. My friends had houses.Families.Careers. They had direction. I couldn’t help but being consumed by this feeling. Not that I had been left behind, but that I had allowed myself to fall behind. And not by months.Not by a year or two. By a decade. While they were building something… I was drifting. No direction.No consistency.Just reacting to whatever was in front of me. Short-term decisions.Short-term thinking.Short-term relief. Days blurred...
3 months ago • 1 min read