Tag: Writing

Here I am, slipping and sliding on the ice outside.The mercury has dropped below 0 during the time of me writing this. My hands in my hoodie pockets balled into fists so tight you could see the whites of my knuckles. If I was squeezing any tighter I'm…

Which sucks, but is needed to hear. Every spectacular failure we’ve had, and every dumpster fire in our world is – plot twist – our own fault. So I’ve been thumbing through Extreme Ownership by Jocko Willink For the 4th time and honestly when you look…

It was a proverbial black leather boot to the face. Well not literally… I’ve been working on a series of posts that break down the psychology of what we’ve been witnessing over the last few months… It was all tied to the election period in the…