Last week, I got pissed off. Not at a person.At the game I’d been playing.At myself for staying quiet. About two months ago, I stopped posting on Instagram, YouTube, the podcast. I needed space. Not to rest.To think.To feel.To answer. What the hell am I even doing this for? The answer hit me harder than

A little over a year ago, I sold my last company. Before that final Zoom call—where the team said their goodbyes and promptly booted me out of every tech platform—my friend and mentor, Alex Charfen, gave me a warning. “The silence is deafening,” he told me. At the time, I brushed it off. But he

As the door clicked shut, I was swallowed by darkness. Not the kind where your eyes adjust and you start making out shapes—this was total, inescapable blackness. I waved my hand in front of my face. Nothing. No light. No movement. Just… nothing. The silence was just as brutal. No hum of electronics. No distant

It all started in a sauna in Bali at 6 AM. Sweat was dripping down my face, and I was just trying to survive the heat when Simon, a coach in his early 30s, hit me with a statement that stopped me in my tracks. “I’d give $10… heck, $20,000 just to go through your

Tuesday, 10:32 am. I stared at the screen as the emails stacked up like a wave about to drown me. Notifications dinged—Slack messages, client emails, and team frustrations.  My chest was tight.My coffee had gone cold.  And the one thought that gripped me, refusing to let go? “This might be it. The moment my business

Eleven years ago, I stopped drinking… No, it wasn’t some grand, noble decision. I didn’t have a ‘rock-bottom’ moment or a spiritual awakening.  It was less about the alcohol itself and more about what it represented: an unintentional drift away from integrity, away from the man I wanted to be. At the time, my life

It started, as most things do these days, on Zoom. My camera—crooked as usual—and my lighting made me look like I was doing the consultation from inside a cave…  But hey, when you charge $3,000 an hour, you assume people are here for your brain, not your webcam skills. Mark was sitting on the other

It’s 9:11 am last Tuesday, and I’m sitting in a villa in Bali with a group of coaches who’ve flown in from across the globe. They didn’t come for any teaching, fancy funnel, or overhyped strategy. They came for one thing: certainty. Certainty that they can wake up each day knowing exactly what to do—and

My next significant milestone for this new company is hitting $1.5M a month in revenue, with one key twist:  I won’t be on the org chart.  And to make this happen, there’s one question that’s been consuming me: What’s the ONE factor I need to embed in my company’s DNA to make that level of

It’s 3 a.m., and I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering where the hell it all went wrong… Having poured my heart into my coaching business—late nights crafting webinars, weekends lost to social media posts that vanish into the digital abyss, and a marketing budget that feels like tossing cash into a bonfire. Yet, despite all