Why Rene? I’ll tell you why doggonit!

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Mental Health

Mental health depends on your why.

Without purpose, meaning–your why–mental health drastically decays. If you got separated from your why, reclaim it. If you never knew your why, find it. If you gave away your why, take it back. Your life depends on it.

Why I know this is because I was on mental health drugs for over half my life. More importantly, because I knew my why before the drugs robbed it from me at age nine. MOST importantly: I know why I stayed on them until 35 … it wasn’t because I needed them.

This puts me in a prime position to help you with what I’ve learned in the absence and retrieval of my why. The moment I reclaimed it at 35, I became sober. I have continued being so to this day. It’s been before and after. It’s been day and night. It’s been an extremely painful long-term case study.

It’s not theoretical based on what I think is true. It’s applicable based on what I lived. I lived between and at the extremes. I base my claim on the stark contrasts experienced both with and without my why; both with and without my mental health; both with and without my extrovert; thrice before, during and after drugs in my veins—3 seemingly unrelatable extremes in my life.

And I base my claim not solely on my experiences alone or it could easily be dismissed as a narrow, naive or narcissistic perspective. I don’t want you to dismiss it. I don’t want you to miss it. It could save your life. It could save the life of someone you love.

Hopeless Contagion

The moment I reclaimed my why, I also became sober. Once I became sober, I became more extrospective. I slowly started to recognize my previous problems in many other people. “Previous problems” does not mean I was problem-free, just free of previous problems! Problems I thought were unique and mine alone, I’d shamefully tried to hide for three decades. Behind my I’m-OK-mask, I’d unnecessarily quarantined myself from a contagion shared by so many of us.

This shared contagion has a name: hopelessness.

And why not be infected by it if you have no good reason for waking up every day? This contagion has many derivatives, movements and catch phrases:

  • moot point
  • meaningless
  • pointless to try
  • just the way it is
  • don’t rock the boat
  • keep your head down
  • dreams are dangerous
  • great resignation
  • drag your feet
  • silent quitting
  • going through the motions in life …

Groundhog Nights

As I slowly emerged from my groundhog hole with a renewed child-like zest for life, many “adults” around me seemed certain of doom and scurried underground.

Enjoy what you got while you got it and spend every waking hour learning as much as you can so you can make as much money as you can so you can buy more shit when shit runs out … and shit always runs out, so … power-cycle that 💩 shit!

This is obviously not verbatim what people said. But it is verbatim what people did–how we spent our time. I said we. I do include myself in that assessment. Remember, hopelessness is a contagion. As much as I had a renewed reason to fight, rearmed with my why and disarmed from my drugs, it was still easy to let hopelessness reinfect. When money becomes the master of our wakeful hours, it’s easy to become the slave in a perpetual state of hopeless hurry. Throw technology and progress-promises into this master/slave relationship and amplify the hopeless hurry.

Hurry Up!

As a technologist and distance learning professional for most of my life, rush is an inherent part of the dysfunctional program we’re coding. Deadlines man. Headlines man. We’re creating innovations that are only innovative as long as we catch-up to and surpass the latest innovations by BIG-Co-X or risk becoming irrelevant and obsolete. No time to waste … even as we abandon yet another burning-and-sinking ship to chase the latest tech trend and throw ours into another trash can because the last can is full man, again.

Plug the holes in our ships? Put out the fires with the water we’re sinking in? Actually spend time fixing and improving the software we already built? Nonsense man! Forward. Progress. March. Evenings, weekends, and holidays–yep! Gun for hire, sign me up, I’m there. Don’t ask me to slow down. I’m too busy flying to Yahoo’s campus, dancing in their after-hours campus mosh pit next to Twitter cofounder @dom, and letting off enough steam to continue coding our next trash-can-ideas on day 2 of iPhone Dev Camp–mobile’s taking over the world and you don’t want to be left behind.

Left Behind

Or … my ass (behind) was handed to me.

Through a double-decade series of technology-dumpster-fires, abandon-ship trash-can-software experiences, the resulting RSI injuries that put me in the chiropractor’s office monthly, the broken back that put me in physical therapy for a year to rebuild my spineless self, and the stress/coffee-induced heart murmurs and appendicitis that put me in the ER with the latter almost killing me, I found myself re-evaluating my life choices. Why was I doing all this? Did I even care about any of it?

… no …

I heard myself hopelessly sigh. I bring these and many other misadventures to life in an empowering, victim-turned-victor psychological thriller and multimedia memoir series } Decoding You { and its pre-sequel Successful Storyteller.

Choose-your-own-adventure? Choose-everyone-else’s? Choose both? The series’ slogan sums it simply:

You are called.
Who answers?

Expensive Experiment

Or … Majoring in Undecided 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🤷‍♂️

Like many of my experiences, those with technology were also extreme. I arrived at this extreme after investing most of my time, money and edu into everyone else’s ideas instead of trusting in any of mine. This proved to be a very expensive experiment. Unsustainable emotionally, mentally, relationally and eventually physically too, my body finally said “done dude” and literally collapsed … several times in public, once crossing the street with 6 shots of espresso in my veins to combat the sleepy effect of the drugs just before my heart said “what?!”

Do you know anyone like this?

I don’t know many who have wrecked their physical health as badly but I do know plenty who have sacrificed their emotional-mental health and relationships at the altar of money, tech and “progress”. WARNING: Physical shipwreck ahead.

Once I reclaimed my why, I never wrecked again. My why became my measuring stick. I used it to decide whether or not to engage in every choice life presented. Did a choice take me further from my why? Disengage. Did a choice get me closer to my why? Engage. Sadly, it was that simple but no one teaches this. What we often learn growing up instead is:

Try everything.
Become ‘well rounded’.
Learn a little bit about everything.

Excel at nothing (my conclusion).

It’s a very expensive experiment to learn everything. Besides being impossible, it encourages this same distracted chase-everything mentality as we shift from edu to employment. Instead of chasing knowledge, we now chase money. Chase everything that makes more money. If you’re in the Software, Information or Content industries, this chase is greatly exacerbated because of the speed at which “new” (today’s) SIC replaces “old” (yesterday’s) SIC. That’s pretty sic(k). These industries are plagued by a similar car depreciation statistic which states:

New cars lose 10% of their value the minute you leave the dealer’s lot

Except in the case of SIC, they lose 100% of their value 24 hrs after publishing. That’s a bit tongue in cheek so don’t quote me on that.

Regardless of industry, more time chasing money always means less time chasing value. What’s valuable? Chasing our health, gifts, talents, ideas and people to share these with. The more time we chase money, the faster we forfeit the rest. We cheat ourselves of our unique personal value, the unique combination of gifts we each have to give the world. These are gifts that, if we spent proper time developing, would eventually give us an uncontainable amount of energy that would naturally overflow into and bless everyone around us. But instead, we price ourselves out of our unique personality and purpose. We commoditize ourselves into something we all have in common, the ability to work for money … until our bodies give out and then we lose that too.

My tech experiences might have been extreme and extremely painful, but not all was lost. They also granted me a new appreciation and hyper-awareness of the importance of choosing purpose over money. These experiences entirely changed the way I navigate technology’s many constantly changing options. Once I reclaimed my health, I never chased tech again. Instead, I’d whip out my measuring-stick-why to decide whether or not to engage in every choice technology presented. Did a tech-choice take me further from my why? Disengage. Did a tech-choice get me closer to my why? Engage … cautiously.

My hyper-awareness extended to many others I’d notice behaving similarly to past-tense-Rene over the years too and, as a result, I’ve advised many colleagues, colleges and students to look at job and edu options through a different lens:

As tools, not destinations.

Tools for what? Tools for the destination. What destination? Exactly! That’s the most important question—I’ve advised them to answer that first! Let’s grab a coffee and discover, and in many cases rediscover, what your destination was. Once you know where you’re heading, it’s a lot easier not to get lost. It’s a lot easier to see a sea of ever-changing technologies and majors for what they truly are: choices. Choices aren’t your destination. But once you know your destination, it’s a lot easier to see if a choice is a good tool to get you there:

Does it take you further from it? Disengage. Does it get you closer to it? You know the drill. We’ve intentionally repeated it 3 times now—it’s that important.

Who are you? Why are you?

Answer those tough questions first and skip Majoring in Undecided to Decide your Dream.

Epic Endeavor

Or … Decide your Dream 🌤️ 🌈 🎸

I didn’t know it at the time, but I’d eventually use my “Expensive Experiment” to help many discover who-why they are. We would invest in ourselves and our ideas. We would dispel our debt-mentality. We’d see through debt-mentality to its core of lies, demanding we constantly chase and consume everything outside ourselves because we’re not worthy to create anything of value from what’s already inside us. Nonsense. 🐂💩

But I fast-forwarded a bit too much. Let’s revisit my debt-mentality …

In debt up to my eyeballs: emotionally, mentally, relationally, physically, financially and now technically—yes technical debt exists too; the IT industry had shifted course yet-again and demanded we yet-again unlearn all we knew so we could learn anew …

Once again, in debt up to my eyeballs, I did what anyone in their right mind would do:

I applied to the largest IT company in the world.

It was actually the most expensive thing I could do at the time because it cost me the most time I’d ever spend focusing on just one thing. That one thing was eradicating ALL debt from life, not just the obvious financial. So, from Expensive Experiment to Epic Endeavor I extremely segued, but you know me and extremes by now. As crazy as I felt for trying it, I felt the possibility of its eventual success even more. I wasn’t entirely sure how it would happen but I knew my why would have something to do with it.

Reclaiming my why had already reclaimed most of my mental health, so mostly “check” on that debt-box. Mental health would continue to strengthen over the years as I continued leaning into God to remind me why he called me. Next, I began hiking, biking and taking proactive care of my gut health. Paying off physical debts multiplied the rate at which I made remaining mental health debt payments. Spending time with God on those long hikes paid off most of my remaining emotional debt. Three years into this mental-physical-emotional detox, I spent the next six months learning all I could about cloud technologies. I wasn’t interested in cloud technologies. I just knew they were heating up and had yet to explode so lots of money was still possible to be made.

But hey Rene, I thought you poo-pooed chasing money?!

Yep, I did. But I wasn’t chasing money; I was chasing my why this time. Money was just one of the many tools I’d need to get there. 😎

I applied, got in, paid off my financial and technical debts and started working on my relational debts. I focused on the few relationships that meant the most: wife, kids, close family and friends. Finding time for them was hard. Work as usual was demanding. Work-life balance as usual was non-existent. I wasn’t surprised. I expected it. History had taught me well and I was now working for the world’s largest IT company. So, of course. Initially, I knew I would need to use most of my me-time for—me! For me to recover. For me to keep from going back into personal health debts. That was just initially though. Now that financial debts were paid, I began saving as much money as I could to one day afford relationships again.

“Afford relationships”. That still sounds weird to me until I remember that I also wanted healthy ones. It’s easy to have unhealthy ones. Toxic, debt-mentality relationships are unfortunately very easy to have. Back then, I knew I wouldn’t be able to enjoy healthy relationships until I exited IT entirely. With continued constant last-minute fire-fights, trash-can-software and canceled vacations (planned a year in advance), I knew that healthy relationships weren’t a realistic long term expectation under this kind of stress.

Welcome to the team where people come to get divorced!

The invite my employee-onboarding leader made to me on day 1 of orientation should have been a warning—and it was. I knew I was just there for the moment. I knew I was just tip-toeing into a war to temporarily fight, collect some loot, but never win. I would just bide my time, and now time, it finally was. Financial debt behind me, I would spend my remaining time saving money and strengthening relationships wherever possible.

Part of my relational debt included my relationship with the world. Before my sobriety, I’d pretty much enabled the world to make all my life decisions for me by default. Purposeful injustices and accidental negligences both, I quietly absorbed. That felt bad but I’d been powerless. After drugs, I had finally started to speak up for myself. That felt good. Then speaking up for others. That felt better. Still, at this point, I felt a constant uneasy tension between what we “should do” and what we were “called to do”. I felt it in my own words and actions, and in those of the people I cared most about. We all seemed to be silently suffering from a similar warped sense of duty, entangled with-and-by a debt-mentality that strangled our ability to dream, or at least, prevented us from dreaming without feeling guilty about it. We were definitely not speaking our dreams out loud—that could never happen! I needed to change that somehow.

OK, now we can fast-forward:

  • ⏩ joined speaker mastermind
  • ⏩ took speaking classes
  • ⏩ went on naive 3 year multimedia speaking tour …

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I say “naive” because I thought I went on this tour to speak, not listen more. I say “naive” because I thought I went on this tour to teach, not learn more. But as I listened, I learned just how challenging mental health still was for so many students, my third naivety .. and maybe even a little arrogance. Yuck. I went in thinking my life story was going to inspire them to speak up for their dreams. Instead, I studied their stressors. I was going to help them kill every form of debt-mentality choking their dreams. Instead, I heard their heart-break. I was going to move them with my motivational multimedia and performance art! Instead … I tabulated their data.

Problems I thought were unique and mine alone, I’d shamefully tried to hide for three decades.

These were now staring me back in the faces of many who dared to share.

My Multimedia Speaking Tour had become a “Market Research Tour”


Speak Up!

My original intention was a “Multimedia Speaking Tour”. A surprising twist fed my soul even more: the study above, as students spoke to me, and the class below, as I responded to them.


For 3 years, 10K miles and 13 conferences, I met thousands of students at my booth, in class, and over coffee.

In class, I showed them how to combine experiential storytelling with a mission statement to overcome the fear of public speaking so they could give voice to their dreams. Outside of class, I continued asking personally probing questions about their biggest challenges and why they were here. They probed me back and I answered vulnerably. As I did, they risked more vulnerable answers too.

Many advocacy groups speak up for the voiceless. These groups are powerful and vital but we also need to empower the voiceless to ultimately speak up for themselves. Without this maturation process, we risk creating victor/victim relationships at best or master/slave relationships at worst and codependent relationships in either case.

We need to speak up for ourselves while going through adversities or we never grow.

Back to my extremely painful long-term case study. I remember how fast I grew once I started to speak up. But I also remember how long and the extreme circumstances it took before I finally had the balls to try—35 years. That’s ridiculous. That’s almost a life-time of growth I wouldn’t have lost had I not wasted it in codependent relationships. I’m here to help you avoid losing this time unnecessarily or reclaim it retroactively.

I remember how powerful it was when I started speaking up for others. But I also remember how much more powerful it was when I finally spoke up for myself. Speaking for me is what made it possible to speak for you. So I want you to speak for you too. If I’m even to help you at all, it must be with that goal in mind.

Shut Up!

Or … Group Isolation.

There’s been a lot of that in my life. What the group did, I did. More importantly, what the group didn’t do, I didn’t do. The biggest of those was to dream. Correction, I did do that a lot but I had to learn to stop, or at least to shut up about it. The moment I stopped speaking any of my dreams out loud was the moment you couldn’t tell if I was an idiot or not. It was my greatest survival-of-the-unfittest tactic. Dreams are dangerous. Dreams are unstable. I needed to get “stable”. I needed to get a “stable” job one day. A comically ironic observation in my older years, I’ve seen some of these same “stable” claimants of “dreams are unstable” are also somehow perfectly OK investing in the dreams of others. I base that on the many toys they bought. That Apple watch on your wrist—not your dream … but someone’s dream, it took.

We all want to belong. The most introverted among us still doesn’t want to be ostracized. This “need to belong” is important but, if left unchecked, leads to group isolation. Group isolation is weird but real. That’s why I put those two words together, extreme opposites. But are they? Look around. Do you see more cliques or communities? More cancels or collectives? More combative talking-heads or compassionate cooperatives? How many different flavors of “bigger-name destroys big name” are there on YouTube? Do you feel safe sharing your opinions within your own family and friends anymore? Have you resorted to sharing on “social media” instead? Do you even feel safe there?

Studies on creativity by George Land, NASA and repeated by edu luminaries have shown we’re 98% less creative than 5 year olds by the time we’re adults.

Why? In my experience, I boiled it down to this: we fear being wrong so we stop dreaming.

Hearing George repeat almost verbatim in a public TED what I had to discover in private isolation was vindicating. In one moment, I almost got my 35 years back. We don’t want to risk rejection for sounding stupid. I get it. But dreams require that risk. Dreaming risks being stupid, seemingly to others or actually by you—psst, both! 😎 Before you can become the master of anything, you must first risk being its fool. And the best part of being a fool is its effect on your creativity. According to George, the simple antidote for anyone wanting their 98% creativity back, is to allow your brain to dream again! Based on my before/after experiences, I wholeheartedly agree. Remember the show Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? George’s NASA test shows that by 5th grade, these guys are only 30% creative so don’t bother competing here. You actually want your 5 year-old brain back.

His slide snippet below shows brain activity levels under fear, reason and creativity. I can’t help but recall my many MRI scans that looked as colorful as the last one while testing for ADHD.

When the pandemic hit, group isolation exploded. COVID quarantine was the all-too-obvious reason, and for me, unimpressive. For me, we’d been bubbling up to this boiling point for a long time. For me, the brain scans of fear and reason (judgment) above, had overridden creativity across almost all of my .edu and .jobs. For me, the pandemic was like ripping a band-aid off a long-existing wound that was never treated nor allowed to heal but made to fester for many decades. The real insidious problems underneath had just been lying in wait for the day of critical mass to set off their chain reactions. It was only then, that they all finally became unignorably exposed for the first time—and all at once.

A few precursors to this chain reaction (in my small world) included:

  • all our debt-mentalities
  • continuous trash-can-software development
  • disposable everything attitudes
  • faster pace everything
  • less reading, more scanning
  • virtual, online & distance learning everything
  • increasingly busy work/life imbalances
  • less physical-time with loved ones, more zoom-time with coworkers
  • many financial comparison conversations, fewer dream brainstorms
  • and “shut up” parties, aka: check-your-baggage-at-the-door.

These parties were the most frustrating because they required so much more energy than they gave. They required me to “shut up” about the truth. They required me to lie in 3 uneasy steps:

  • 1️⃣ Put on my after-work game face to pretend everything is OK
  • 2️⃣ Have many shallow conversations with mostly complete strangers I’d never had time to develop individual relationships with outside these “social traps”
  • 3️⃣ Barf internally and make sure to swallow so as not to offend

Yuck. Even more frustrating was not spending time with friends with whom I did have close individual relationships because of our similarly shared work/life imbalances. But here I was, diluting myself some more—double yuck! And if my barf somehow made it to the surface:

Party dude: Dude, I’m tired after an exhausting work week at a job that doesn’t respect me or give me any energy back … the last thing I wanna hear is you complain about yours. Please shut up and guzzle your beer with me so we can forget the pain for a night.

Me: Sure ‘bud’, drink your Bud.

Again, obviously not verbatim what we said. Actually, I would have felt energized if you did admit this because then we’d be having a real conversation. I could always work with those! No, we came to these parties to shut up, lie and forget, Truth was never on the invite list.

I remember many “shut up” relationships throughout life and staying silent because I assumed the problem was mostly me. I was a “problem child”. My problems were my dreams and complaints. I day-dreamed too much. I complained that life wasn’t my dream too much. My brain scans proved it. My well-meaning elders told me so. My annoyed peers rolled their eyes. I was distracted, not creative. I was whining, not doing anything about it. I didn’t want to keep feeling stupid so I Shut Up!

As a sober dude who learned the secret art of setting, communicating and respecting boundaries for about 14 years now, it’s a lot easier to share this in retrospect. I think differently now. I have space to think. I have space to act on my dream. I do that by not letting others steal space from me. I do that by not stealing space from others. It’s fun to surprise your eye-brows off your head the first time I ask you to communicate your boundaries so I can give you your space so you can act on your dream. It’s such a weird thing to have someone else look out for your dream. Right? Especially if you don’t even know or forgot what that is. That’s why I do it. I enjoy being a dream defender. We can accomplish so much more when we encourage each other to speak instead of shut up about our dreams. We can accomplish so much more when we give each other the space to pursue these dreams once finally spoken.

I do also recognize that I’m no saint here. I played the victim for many years before I got sober. Throughout that time I remember casting many stones to “shut [you] up”. I made many attempts to isolate you into groups of my “oppressors”. I labeled you. I minimized you. I showed very little compassion. I was super self-centered. I blamed you for all my fears and insecurities instead of working on these myself and taking individual responsibility for my dreams. This never worked for either of us and made life unnecessarily more painful than it ever needed to be. My hypocrisy is not lost on me.

Group isolation is a more dangerous contagion than a virus. It quiets voices. It feeds off fear and judgment. It breeds loneliness and spreads hopelessness. It kills relationships. It kills creativity. It kills dreams. It kills why. It kills us. It kills.

Own your Story

Or … Individual Responsibility.

I’m still trying to do that myself.

By the time the pandemic hit, I was already a seasoned veteran of isolation. So where many lost their minds, I used mine to get busy and creative. Yes, the lockdowns shut down my speaking business. But, I still had my why so I was still on a mission. Yes, they detoured my tour. But, I could take my mission underground to create online versions of my classes and pop out of my groundhog hole afterwards …

Creating online classes was my original intention. And once again, a surprising twist fed my soul even more. I share this twist at the end—we’re almost there champ 🏆 Thanks for reading this far 😎

I don’t take the pandemic’s mental health repercussions lightly. Many young people were experiencing a double-dose of “shut up” group isolation by combining a pandemic with social media. Social media had already been the top concern voiced to me by student advisors during my tour—before the pandemic. These two compounded in ways that increased insurance claims for mental health by ~100% and self-harm ~350% for teens and college students, depending on the study. Just because I used my pandemic-time creatively doesn’t mean I’m flippant about isolation, just seasoned. I remember much of the same pain they went through at that age, but for different isolating reasons.

When my son’s high school graduation went online, something broke inside me, in a good way immediately after the bad. I wanted both my kids to feel stable. I didn’t want them to link dreams with danger and instability. I didn’t want either to think of dreams that way, so I continued chasing mine. But let’s be real. I was determined to chase my dream for me anyways but now I had an even bigger reason to continue. Them.

Many “industry experts” were claiming this was the worst time to start a business. And they’re only right because that’s always true. Timeless truths are cowardly claims to hide behind. Dreams require standing in front of the 🛡️ shield. Dreams require risk. And I wanted my kids to see dad respecting his dream enough to boldly take on that risk and push through any adversity on the way … including a pandemic.

Going to a job you hate to provide for your kids is responsible only inasmuch as you’re also working on your dream. Parents that think they’re being responsible by just doing the job-you-hate part are cheating both themselves AND their kids. By ignoring dreams and paying for everything from the job-you-hate bank account, you perpetuate the same debt-mentality, mental un-health and future to them. Again, my study stats.

We all need each other so I don’t teach self-reliance. But individual responsibility to your dream? Heck yeah. That’s been sorely lacking in so many around me including myself for far too long.

I’m here to encourage you with mine. I’m here to inspire you with my wins. I’m here to entertain you with my spectacular fails. Soooo many spectaculars. I’m here to empower you to speak … to overcome the fear of public speaking so you can give voice to your dreams.

I empower those I represent to represent themselves.

I’m here to help you own your story, wherever you’re at, so you can add new chapters.

My new chapters include finally falling in love with my multimedia mind.

My mind made multimedia way before that word existed. Because of this, I sometimes still wrestle with memories of being labeled distracted, or despistado, if you knew me when we spoke Spanish. Because many unnecessary drugs created a shamefully slow mind, stuttering, and a stunted life for huge portions of it afterwards … even though I’ve been sober for a while, it’s all too easy for a present moment to trigger a past shame. When those moments come, I remind myself of the countless folks I’ve been blessed to inspire and enable with my vulnerable creations. It isn’t always easy, but when I remember, I’m almost always super grateful to God for granting me my multimedia mind again. I say “almost always” to keep it real. I wrestle back-and-forth with God on my gift-curses like many of us.

But the curse is the gift that makes us relatable. It’s the wound that helps others heal. It’s the pain that makes us strong but the humility that keeps us meek. I don’t ever want pride to pervert my mind into thinking that what I have to offer is any better than what you can offer me. I want you to know when one of your gifts helped me grow. I want to use my gifts to help you grow too. It’s a delicate dance and balancing act we’re doing as we tight-rope the Grand Canyon together, taking turns on each other’s backs.

After somehow surviving an accidental somersault off a 200 ft cliff onto zero water in a former life, consider the previous a visual analogy only.

Owning our stories, all of them good-bad-ugly, enables us to confidently walk what the fearful would otherwise see as a foolish tight-rope. I’m not suggesting we ignore danger or the wisdom of others. Do seek good counsel before acting. Do measure before you cut. Do look before you leap. But then … Act. Cut. Leap. Do. Deal with the consequences of each failure as they happen to you. Learn from these and grow.

You are called to do something with your life. Who answers?

It’s the single most important decision you’ll ever make. Intentionally or unwittingly, whether we answer or refuse to answer, we will be the ones making that decision. I made it. Twice. The second sucked less. My mental health has thanked me for it ever since.


You might just find your sanity & life calling faster than I did!

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