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(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
(Previously titled: If You Don’t Kill This Voice, It WILL Kill Your Calling and Fire) The most dangerous voice in your head isn’t wrong about your work. It’s wrong about you — and you keep believing it. There’s a voice in your head. You know which one. It doesn’t shout. It waits until you’re tired, … Read more
(Previously called “The Lie of Perfection (and the Quiet Power of Imperfect Progress)”) Perfect is the most respectable way to quit. Why I ship before it’s ready — on purpose. I know the feeling of waiting for perfect, because I lived it. For years I sat on my crypto waiting for the right time to … Read more
(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
(Previously titled “God Doesn’t Need Your Money: Why Most Christians Fail at Faithful Wealth”) Let me get the cleanest part out of the way first: God doesn’t need your money. He never did. He owns everything already — “For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills.” (Psalm 50:10). … Read more
Why I moved nearly everything out of an asset I couldn’t govern — and into one I could. A few years ago I sold all of my crypto at what most people would call exactly the wrong time. People who knew told me I was crazy. Some of them were right about the price. None … Read more
(Used to be titled “Crawled Into the Hospital—4 Days Of Agony Before Recovery”) I was so dehydrated that the nurses couldn’t draw my blood. It had gone too thick. That’s not a metaphor. That’s where four days of gastroenteritis put me — think food poisoning, but feral. High fever, relentless vomiting and diarrhoea at the … Read more
(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