The Most Dangerous Feedback Is Selling to Someone Who Loves You

When I was selling MLM products years ago, I made sales. Real ones. Money changed hands. My uncles bought. My aunties bought. Friends bought. And every sale felt like proof. Years later I understood what had actually happened, and it’s one of the more uncomfortable things I’ve had to sit with: they didn’t buy because … Read more

The Most Expensive Mistake I Made as an Operator

Outwork the competition. Outlast them. Out-grind everyone in the room. …was trying harder. You’ve heard it. I didn’t just hear it — I built my early years on it. When I was younger, I was certain that breakthroughs were a function of force. Work harder. Pray more. Push, and push, and push again. Out-hustle every … Read more

The First Lie Is Always to Yourself

(Previously called “When Love Dies Before The Body Does” I wanted to blame something external. A child abuse and in the end, the kid (Megan) passed away…and the details that came up in the papers…the kind that lodges in you and won’t leave. I’m not going to retell it. The details aren’t the point, and … Read more

Finish or Let Go

(Previously named The Battle To Finish) There are two ways to never finish — and they look like opposites. Everyone celebrates the start. You announce the business and people cheer. You launch the thing, open the tab, pitch the idea, plant the flag. Starting feels like progress, and it photographs well. Almost nobody throws a … Read more

How I Know When Thinking Is Done (and it’s time to act)

(Previously called “Centipede’s Dilemma) Thinking is my edge. So I had to learn exactly when to stop. There’s an old parable about a centipede who walks perfectly well — until a frog asks her which leg she moves first. She stops to think about it, and never walks again. She analyses herself into paralysis. Most … Read more

Eleven Years Without My Father — and Why I Build the Way I Do

(Previously titled “11th Year Without Dad: Why I Chose a Different Path”) It’s been eleven years since my dad passed away. Honestly, it still hits me. Some years more than others. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel like grief — it feels like he just went away on a long holiday and I’ll see him again … Read more