Author: Chet

Too many today think their way to greatness requires they say yes, over commit, over do, and build their brand by being seen and out there more. If you’re chasing excellence, friend, begin by saying no today. Cull your way to mastering your domain. Chasing excellence is about doing less and obsessing more. I’m obsessed … Continue reading Cull your way…

Day 6 in BBTL is quickly becoming my favorite day. Life is hard. All aspects of it. Designed so. I believe the designer wants us to quickly learn the only way to navigate the great life is to lean on Him. Our nature is to resist. To live well we must build a second nature, … Continue reading Day 6…

Today, I was dragging ASS. Allergies got the best of me. Legs gave out. Could not breathe. Hadn’t been on the bike outdoors since early May. It showed. I. Was. Slow. Told Peej, Brother Mick, and Littlest to leave me. Told them I knew the way home. Told them to have fun and not let … Continue reading Dragging ASS…

We departed Saturday morning. Arrived in Chicago and met a handful of Jordy's friends. Sunday morning we drove from Chitown to Whistling Straits. On the way we had Church with Grandma Marie. Sunday tradition. Epic.  The golf began Sunday afternoon. Monday it continued at The River Course. Tuesday, The Irish. Wednesday, Erin Hills. Best four … Continue reading Jordy…

A new BTL Builder shadowed me recently and wrote me his observations from a day of practice. Lots of good stuff. One surprising.  He told me he was surprised how much time I spent affirming my clients. I was surprised at this too. He wrote out examples. Turns out very little were words. He picked … Continue reading Affirmations…

Practice ended and my client walked me toward the door. He's about to make a game changing move in his work. It's a great play. Going to level up him and his team.  The gears were churning. He grabbed my shoulder and said something like, "can you imagine what this place will look like if we pull … Continue reading No if…

Miss and I are heading home. Hearts full. Memories made. Life is not measured by the minutes you live. It’s measured by the life in your minutes. Damn. Live hard. Love ❤️ harder…

Mom celebrated her 101st birthday yesterday. Was one I’ll never forget. She told stories of the 1920’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, and led us in singing songs of thanksgiving all along the way. I could not hold back the tears as she led us in singing songs of “My country tis of thee…” Was epic to … Continue reading 101…