06/26/2026
I am, officially, 45. I am alive. I am healthy. I am infinitely curious. I am kind (but un-f**k-with-able). I am conscious about what’s going on in the world (but claim no associations). I am open minded. I am sincerely joyful. And I am so…ridiculously…far from done.
I am - STILL - blessed to be building something I am very proud of (LYFE At Home). And those who know me, know I’ve been doing THAT for nearly two decades. Because that’s my calling. I build. I make. I make things that are good for people. And this next chapter of LYFE At Home, that I am rebuilding slowly, is the one. This is the one that sticks. I know it. I believe it. And that’s all I need to win it.
Annndd…I have an incredible woman in my life. A woman who designed and printed out a full itinerary for “birthday things” to do for the last few days. A woman who creates a “Deep Question” jar for us to pull from, answer, and write down each week. A woman who makes me a French toast egg sandwich and jams a candle in it. A woman who calls me out on my s**t with a straight face. A woman with a knockout smile. She’s the absolute best. Goofy as hell. Hard working. Caring. Beautiful. A fu***ng fit, man. So grateful for her.
So, yes - I’m good. But I want more. And that’s what I’m going to get. Because for me, 45 is only halftime. I’ve got so much gumption in the tank.
Give me my orange slices, and my pep talk.
I’m going back in.