A few weeks ago, I came up with a term for that voice in your head that keeps you playing small. I call it “Bitch Brain.” You know the one: The voice that tells you you’re not ready. That no one cares what you have to say. That whispers, “Who are you to do that?” It’s the mindset bullshit we all wrestle with: Self-doubt Overthinking Lack of confidence Fear of judgment or failure Comparing ourselves to others That voice? It gets loudest right before you do something that actually matters….

I graduated high school 25 years ago. They’re having a reunion next weekend. Someone started a Facebook group to coordinate everything. People are posting old photos, stories, and screenshots of our yearbook pages. And that’s when I stumbled on my “20-Year Prediction.” They clearly had very high hopes for me 😜 No, I didn’t marry a supermodel, yet. And I don’t wrestle grown men in spandex (not on weekdays, anyway). But the “basement + PlayStation” vibe? Working in the dark. No plan. Just…

I started anew habit yesterday. If you haven’t noticed, I have a slight obsession with habits. Naturally, I turned that into content. Document > Create. You don’t need a bajillion followers. You won’t need a wild “I drove to Tijuana on a Tuesday afternoon” types stories. You need a life worth living out loud. Most people know I walk 10,000 steps/day. It ain’t flashy. It ain’t s3xy. It screams: DISCIPLINE. My content shows me walking & yapping. Every step = I’m showing up. Every step =…

My son and I fired up the Xbox this weekend. We hadn’t logged in for months. We could never remember the password. But Saturday we finally cracked it, downloaded Madden (my old college obsession), and hit the field. I tried to take it easy on him… ended up winning 41-6. We played again last night. Only had a small window of time, as it was getting close to bedtime. “We can play till halftime, then it’s bedtime” I told him. It was 28 – 0 at half. HE WAS KICKING MY ASS! He’s been practicing. I…