Building a business is like climbing a mountain. The journey of life, the same. Your trail winds around, up and down over ridge lines, through the valleys. There are overlooks where you stop and view where you came from, and where you’re going. There are
Over the last few years, I did a complete overhaul of my personal organizational system. I reorganized my calendar and how I manage my time. I created checklists for everything – my so-called standard operating procedures (SOPs) for repeatable tasks, even basic stuff like how
Time is like a freight train, rolling downhill. Day after day, the train picks up speed. Tomorrow becomes today, faster and faster, each day feeling shorter than the last. It feels that way because it’s true: each day is shorter than the last. When you’re
I moved around a bit as a kid. During my early years, I lived in a few places near Huntsville, Alabama – and then spent my formative years in Charleston, South Carolina. But my hometown – my true hometown – is Mooresville, Alabama. Mooresville is
My dad and I didn’t have the type of relationship where he would give me a lot of advice. It just wasn’t like that. If I asked him about something, he’d opine. But generally he kept his thoughts to himself and let me learn things
Some years ago, my family was in the midst of a long episode of severe trauma. My Grandma was in her early 90s at the time. She watched as one of her children went through a period of early onset cognitive decline. It was a
In my recent blog post Productize Yourself, I referenced Naval Ravikant‘s tweetstorm and audio series called “How to Get Rich Without Getting Lucky”. I’ve listened to Naval’s audio series more times than I can count. It’s several hours long, making it easy to pick a
A friend of mine read my blog post about the differences between products and services. He emailed me recently and asked me about something I wrote that stood out to him. I wrote: “If you’re organized enough, you can productize your services. Software is useful
Lebron James has a show on HBO called “The Shop”. It’s a simple concept – folks sitting around a barbershop, talking about life. Some topics are light-hearted; some serious. It feels like sitting in on a casual conversation of really talented people – usually athletes,
“Good grief,” my mom used to say. What a funny phrase, “good grief.” I find myself saying it sometimes. All these years later, regurgitating my mother’s phraseology. It doesn’t really seem to mean anything – one of those throw-away expressions that we all intuitively understand.