I still remember the morning I opened my laptop and felt sick. Not burnout-sick. Not overworked-sick. Sick because I knew (deep in my gut) that I was about to spend another day, running a business that looked impressive… …but made me miserable. It was a $3M+ online business.We were growing.Team expanding.Cash coming in. And I
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My therapist said, “You don’t know what to do with free time… So you fill it with more success.” I laughed when she said it. Then I went quiet. Because she was right. After I sold my first company, I did what I always do.I built again. A new consulting offer.Scaled to a million-dollar run
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
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