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My mother died in an unexpected accident at her home on Friday night in Baltimore. I want to take a brief moment to honor her life. She was admitted into the first ever female class at John’s Hopkins (a huge accomplishment, because before that, it was men only). She ran a private eye surgery practice for years. She went to Africa multiple times to operate on entire villages to literally heal the blind. She helped anyone who didn’t have money - despite never having much of her own. She gave her life to Christ when she was 42, and never looked back. She lived in God’s grace. For the few who knew her, you know she was incredibly intelligent, kind, and unyielding in her faith and values. She also loved me fiercely despite her difficulty showing it. But she was always proud. Always available. Always genuine. And truly did not care what anyone thought besides Jesus. Also… She was a great stay at home movie date. We’d get double features on the weekends. And I’d get to pick one candy. She was a great cook and liberal with her use of butter. I only found out as an adult that the proper way to make Mac n cheese was not simply “melt a stick of butter then add noodles & powder.” This method also applied to eggs, steak, most other things worth eating. She could hold her liquor like a champ and was always down for a good time. On her good days - she was honestly wonderful to be around. That being said, she was also a terrible driver. She was disorganized, clumsy, could not remember where she put her keys, wallet, phone, shoes or whatever she was looking for - ever. And she’d argue about anything. And that was Florence. No matter what you thought of her, she was consistent. And she bent for no one. Florence was a ball of goodness that struggled to deal with the world around her. She suffered her own demons. And near the end was in great mental and physical pain. Now that she has passed, her pain has ended. And she can finally reunite with her Creator. I hope her worldview is right and she is welcomed home in His arms with a message we’d all want: “well done my good and faithful servant.” Maman, I will miss you.

The single greatest skill you can develop is the ability to stay in a great mood in the absence of things to be in a great mood about.

The fastest way to become the person you want to be is to put yourself in a situation where you have no choice but to become them.

You can beat 99% of people if you can master the shame of rejection, the boredom of repetition, and pain of feedback.

Rich people buy time. Poor people buy stuff. Ambitious people buy skills. Lazy people buy distraction.

You must first become consistent before you can become exceptional.

Your 9-5 isn’t killing your dreams. Wasting your 5-9 is.

“When I was 20 I wanted to be a millionaire…Now that I’m a millionaire, I want to be 20.” I overheard a version of this. Makes me realize that when I’m 40, I’d rather be 32 (my age) with nothing, just to be 32 (again). A different frame on gratitude I thought I’d share.

Either sell extremely expensive to a select few or sell something super cheap to everyone. The middle is where people die.

No matter what your goal is, you will suffer to achieve it. So pick a goal big enough it’s worth suffering for.

At your funeral, friends and family will argue over who gets your belongings. People will talk about the food and the venue. Your life will be summarized in 2-3 paragraphs. Conversations will shift from your life to their lives. Your friends will drive away thinking about what’s next on their to-do list. Some people won't be able to make it because "something came up." And most of the people you know today won’t even be there. You’re gonna die. People will move on (in weeks not years). Do what you want.

"Passion" comes from the Latin “passio” which means "suffering" and "endurance." So people think that following your passion means doing something you love, when it really means finding something that you are willing to suffer for.

Buy shit from your friends businesses and try and get free shit from strangers. Not the other way around.

This always gets me: What are you so afraid of losing when nothing in this world belongs to you? -Marcus Aurelius

If you find a girl who believes in your dreams more than you do, who makes you want to be a better man, who’s willing to work alongside you to get there and is grateful for whatever you have - just marry her.

Solve rich people’s problems. They pay better.

My mother died in an unexpected accident at her home on Friday night in Baltimore. I want to take a brief moment to honor her life. She was admitted into the first ever female class at John’s Hopkins (a huge accomplishment, because before that, it was men only). She ran a private eye surgery practice for years. She went to Africa multiple times to operate on entire villages to literally heal the blind. She helped anyone who didn’t have money - despite never having much of her own. She gave her life to Christ when she was 42, and never looked back. She lived in God’s grace. For the few who knew her, you know she was incredibly intelligent, kind, and unyielding in her faith and values. She also loved me fiercely despite her difficulty showing it. But she was always proud. Always available. Always genuine. And truly did not care what anyone thought besides Jesus. Also… She was a great stay at home movie date. We’d get double features on the weekends. And I’d get to pick one candy. She was a great cook and liberal with her use of butter. I only found out as an adult that the proper way to make Mac n cheese was not simply “melt a stick of butter then add noodles & powder.” This method also applied to eggs, steak, most other things worth eating. She could hold her liquor like a champ and was always down for a good time. On her good days - she was honestly wonderful to be around. That being said, she was also a terrible driver. She was disorganized, clumsy, could not remember where she put her keys, wallet, phone, shoes or whatever she was looking for - ever. And she’d argue about anything. And that was Florence. No matter what you thought of her, she was consistent. And she bent for no one. Florence was a ball of goodness that struggled to deal with the world around her. She suffered her own demons. And near the end was in great mental and physical pain. Now that she has passed, her pain has ended. And she can finally reunite with her Creator. I hope her worldview is right and she is welcomed home in His arms with a message we’d all want: “well done my good and faithful servant.” Maman, I will miss you.

At your funeral, friends and family will argue over who gets your belongings. People will talk about the food and the venue. Your life will be summarized in 2-3 paragraphs. Conversations will shift from your life to their lives. Your friends will drive away thinking about what’s next on their to-do list. Some people won't be able to make it because "something came up." And most of the people you know today won’t even be there. You’re gonna die. People will move on (in weeks not years). Do what you want.

New Year ✅ New HQ ✅ New sign ✅

“When I was 20 I wanted to be a millionaire…Now that I’m a millionaire, I want to be 20.” I overheard a version of this. Makes me realize that when I’m 40, I’d rather be 32 (my age) with nothing, just to be 32 (again). A different frame on gratitude I thought I’d share.

If you’re not in shape, guess whose fault that is.

Your great great grandchildren probably won’t have your last name, look like you, or even know your name. And if you dedicate your entire life to helping them, you might as well just help “other people” now and enjoy the benefits now. Better to live your legacy than leave one.

I no longer feel like I can use an EM dash when writing for fear people think it’s AI.

Accept yourself. Change the world. Accept the world. Change yourself. Which is right?

This is a frightening visual for me. The first dot is the amount of data Chat GPT 3 was trained on. The second is what chat GPT 4 is trained on. They are already doing demos. It can write a 60,000 word book from a single prompt. The only question I've had about AI…

Poor people stay poor because they want a fast way to get rich.

Don’t stop trying because it didn’t work. It never works the first time.

To become great, you gotta be bad for a very long time.

Anyone reading (or re-reading) these this year?

The single greatest skill you can develop is the ability to stay in a great mood in the absence of things to be in a great mood about.

The world will reward you in proportion to your courage, not your intellect.

I haven’t felt this miserable in years. Shits just hard sometimes. You have tough seasons. Bad losses. And what makes it harder is you don’t know when it’ll end. But know - it will end. So for anyone going through it right now, you do the only thing you can do, keep fighting.