Placing pen to paper is an art often thought to be reserved for the thinkers among us. Bright men and women with ideas abound, sharing knowledge through carefully worded prose; The rest of us reading in awe.
Turns out, the thinkers are no different than us. They simply have the courage to place their pen on a piece of paper rich with possibilities. Enter morning pages.
Morning pages is the courageous step of putting pen to paper — writing a stream of consciousness until the well is dry, followed by a review. Pulling out the highlighters, searching for nuggets of…
As an agency owner, the only constant is people. It’s one of the great things about the job. Connecting with interesting, creative people is the reason I started an agency in the first place. But there’s a downside. And if you’ve been in the agency game for long enough, you know what it is. Sometimes people suck.
There is a myriad of literature about how to deal with people inside your organization. I’m not going to try and convince you for a moment I have better advice than what already exists. What I want to talk about today is the…
Tuning in to the first episode of The Bachelorette, all I wanted was Chris Harrison working his Bruce Buffer meets TMZ voice, followed by a montage of young professionals behaving like schoolgirls.
It’s not what I got, and that’s disappointing
Now this isn’t about his replacements. To be honest, they did a fine job. This is about the mechanism which derailed and displaced the shows rightful host. A mechanism which is all too familiar to social movements, and one that has led to many of their downfalls.
The events that came to light earlier this year are inexcusable. Comments by…
A year ago I wrote an article titled: I’m Black. My Parents Are White. Here’s What I’ve Learned About Racism in America.
America was in the wake of George Floyd, and the fight for racial justice was at an all time high.
My experience as a black man in a white family is one I’ve wanted to express in words for quite some time. As our country stood halted in tension, anger and grief, I felt compelled to share my thoughts.
The process of putting my thoughts on paper was humbling. Through the chaos, I was able to surface feelings…
Is it me, or is adoption IN these days? Everyone wants to be a savior, — adopting a young child, saving them from the horrors of their current existence. It’s all over Instagram — you’ve most surely seen it.
It’s perfect social media fodder. An adoption has all the elements of a perfect story. A bad situation, a journey to fix the situation, and everyones favorite, a happy ending.
It’s an interesting thing, raising a child to whom you are not biologically related. Most interesting is what it tells us about human nature, and our own development. …
I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not like the other guys.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do today, and tomorrow’s not going to be much different. Call it a lack of vision, a lack of understanding, or perhaps a lack of focus. I’m so lost I don’t even know what to call it.
I knew I wanted to become an entrepreneur at a young age because I love building things. I love connecting with other people and finding ways to make their lives a little bit better. So why is it so difficult?
The funny thing is…
My grandfather was a complicated man.
Born in Chicago in 1923, his formative years were among the most turbulent in American history. Upon graduating from high school, he followed in the footsteps of millions of American men and enlisted in the military. The Navy specifically — stationed on a swelteringly hot island off the coast of New Zealand.
Though away from the wars European epicenter, his troupe endured countless waves of airstrikes from Japanese bombers. …
I often wonder what my life would be like had I not been adopted as a baby. Would I have the same taste in music? Would I be as driven as I am today? Would I still have this damn lisp?
There has long been debate over what truly shapes a person’s behavior — genetics or the environment in which they’re raised. It’s an interesting thought experiment and one particularly relevant to current events. In 2020 America, is the issue a difference in skin color, or culture. In other words, is the system rigged against Black skin or Blackness?
Three months ago and 2 years into running my business, I came to a startling realization.
It was bound to fail.
Not for a lack of customers, or poor financial decisions. Not even as a result of the recession. My business was destined to fail for one reason and one reason only.
This was a jarring realization. How could I be a problem? I’m an asset. I AM MY BUSINESS. I built it from the ground up. Nurtured it as it grew, and even brought a couple of people along for the ride. …
Last week I published a post describing my experience as a black man growing up in a white family. In the post, I outlined three lessons my childhood taught me about racism in America.
This post was, ashamedly, the first time I’ve ever seriously discussed my thoughts on racism in America.
Nashville, TN based writer of half-baked thoughts. Founder @ Shockmouse Media