Author: Chet

This morning was another “dark night of the soul.” My sleep was interrupted by an early am vibration of the dumb phone. I heard truth from another and it hurt. I’m still processing. My aim is not to be liked but to be a builder. Oftentimes, my building efforts are rewarded and rewarding. Sometimes they … Continue reading Day 26 (Protect your name)…

Today, during practice 73 with a growing team of producers, we began with me reading this rant from Becoming Built to Lead. It was a good practice because a few grabbed the reins and spoke truth. In fact, some hard truth was spoken ccd in the moment. This is progress. We talked about the fact … Continue reading Day 25 (A few with nerve)…

You are not your reputation, nor am I. We are what we repeatedly do, thanks Aristotle. We transform our behaviors beginning in our mind. As a man thinketh, right? We are called to a transformation of our beliefs, thoughts, and ultimately behaviors. Our character is ours to etch, to engrave, and to embolden. Our character … Continue reading Day 24 (Character)…

This early am the Peloton bike called my name. I was too lit last night after another great day with Miss and Jordan. I forgot to take the CBD oil as Miss reminded me about 1am as I tossed and turned. Not good. So, when the dumb phone vibrated this morning, I headed down for … Continue reading Day 23 (Too lit)…

Thank God for Zoe, huh. I cannot imagine life being limited to bios and psuche (body and mind). The fact that so much of life makes no sense or is complex beyond our senses, should lead us to look up and trust there’s more to this than what we can see. I love day 22 … Continue reading Day 22 (Zoe)…

You are not your labels. Fact. You call yourself names. Many of them. You listen to what others name you as if they know you better than you do. Most of them don’t know their own name and feel better by misnaming you too. Think of them as drunks. You wouldn’t let a drunk get … Continue reading Day 21 (Labels)…

One of my love to’s is feeling life. I love experiencing emotions and processing my way through them. This is, most likely, due to my default setting regarding happiness. I’m fairly happy by nature. I laugh and love high on the spectrum. My moments of depression and sorrow are short and shallow, or so it … Continue reading Day 20 (Sit. Walk. Stand)…

Morning practice is canceled. I could sleep in. A French pastry and coffee is calling my name. I’m drawn. Sadness fills my soul. Steve, our dear brother, has breathed his last into his one, worn out lung. The docs said he should have left us much earlier. He had a strong will to live. He … Continue reading Day 19 (Drudge. Driven. Drawn)…