One…

Yesterday we began team practice with another OSU sports team. This time it was womens LAX. Forty some teammates were introduced to their first taste of BTL. They were great. In a couple weeks we’ll have practice ONE with a team of golfers and dudes who play volleyball at a level you cannot believe. We now work with eight teams chasing great at The Ohio State University. Was not the plan. It. Is. Now.  Damn.

Your job, leader, is to master your craft. You are not in the business of selling. You’re in the business of believing. Leaders are believers. Leaders get exactly the team they deserve. Your life is not infinite. You have a built in expiration date. Yesterday, I tuned into a few leaders who are leading their teams, not because they have to, but because they feel called to. Big diff. These are OPUS practioners, not highly paid laborers. Your life is not a dress rehearsal – It’s the gig. You don’t get a redo. No mulligans. You and I are one and done. Damn. 

So, friend, let it freakin’ rip. Pour yourself into your few. Empty the f$%#&*g tank. Live hard. Love harder. Put your hand out. Pull others up. Allow others the gift of pulling your sorriness. Accumulate people you believe in, not just dumbass dinero. Making mo money eventually becomes passé. Someday soon, you know, you’re gonna leave it all behind. Fact. Your life is not your own. Give it away for all the right reasons. Give more than you take. Give more. You will receive more than you can even imagine. Yeah, baby.

Live hard. Love ❤️ harder…