Why I wrote this email last night…
As you read this, we’re somewhere in Western Montana. We might be chasing waterfalls. We might be swatting mosquitos. Possibly, both. I wrote this email last night from my office (spare bedroom) in Vegas, because I knew today was gonna be one of those “cram everything into a suitcase and pray the zippers hold” kind of days. Here’s the thing: I’m not good at much. But writing these daily-ish emails? It’s the one thing I refuse to miss. Not because some algorithm told me I’d get better…



