Fear is a natural part of life for most people. Sure, some people have more fears than others; fear of heights, fear of dogs, fear of clowns…because FUCK CLOWNS!! Hell, when you become a parent your fears grow 3 sizes, like they’re the Grinch’s heart or something. But while most of the these fears can be fixed or subsided by realizing that everything is going to be okay, there’s one kind of fear that can literally stop you in your tracks; stunt your growth in a number of areas (personally, professionally, emotionally) – the fear of failure.
As a creative person, I know this fear well; most, if not all creative people do. Being creative is mix wanting to be seen, but afraid of not being good enough. But, what if we didn’t do that? What if we weren’t afraid to put ourselves out there, or be afraid of being judged? What if we just took a leap, and trusted in ourselves? Continue reading →
It’s said that people come into your life fitting into 3 different categories; reason, season or forever. No matter where my friend Tara ends up falling, I’m already super thankful she’s there.
Like many of my online friends, Tara and I have never met. And, much like many of my online friends, Tara is downright hilarious. Tara is the writer and creator of the awesome blog Love Morning Wood. See, how can you not love someone who makes an in-your-face erection pun as her blog name. Continue reading →
I’ve been in the social media/blog game for a hot minute. And no matter how many times we say it, or how many other creators you meet and even become friends with, we still see each other as competition.
Even as you grow in audience size or become for recognizable to brands, that doesn’t always take that feeling away either…not completely that is. Content creators haven’t have an example to follow, or someone to show us really how to not compare ourselves. That is until now. Continue reading →
Melanie Trotsky from Beaverton, Oregon raised her son with wooden toys, no TV or video games, a vegan diet, and yet somehow her oldest son, Cole, still managed to become an enormous douche bag.
These were the first words I ever read from my friend Beth, and to say I was intrigued would be an understatement. I read on as she weaved this story of a douche bag hippie women, who raised her son in a douche bag elitist environment, only to be surprised he’s become a judgmental douche himself. Oh well, at least she has her Turkish worry beads to comfort her. Continue reading →
It’s famously said in my all-time favorite movie, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, that “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” I’ve come to learn the same can be said for parenting.
If you’ve been around here a while, you’ve clearly picked up that I (nick)named my kid after the main character from said movie. Growing up, I always wanted to be Ferris Bueller. I loved everything about the character; his wit, his style, his comedic timing, and everything just worked in his favor. I did everything I could to emulate that character, and swore that if I ever had kids one day, I would raise them to the same way. Continue reading →
My wife loves all things potato. And when I say she loves potatoes, I mean she “LOVES” potatoes. I’m pretty if someone told her she could only eat french fries the rest of her life, she’d be delighted.
When I saw excited my wife got about the soup, I had an awesome idea – why not treat the wife to an old fashion steakhouse dinner. You know, like the kind we use to be able to enjoy before to kids came in our lives and made everything so darn difficult. Continue reading →
It’s hard to believe that I’m almost 40. When I was a kid, 40 seemed ancient, and now, it’s right around the corner for me. In fact, you can find me most days obsessing about that fact, much to the annoyance of my wife.
She tells me to stop stressing over such trivial things; even going as far as saying crazy stuff like, “Stop worrying so much. 40 is not right around the corner. You have 15 months before you’re 40. Hell, you’re not even 39 yet!”
How many times have you found yourself thinking, “Man, if I could only go back and talk to my younger self.” If only I could tell them to make better choices.” We’ve all thought that. It comes with getting older.
Sure, if we could go back we’d warn our younger selves about the downfalls of not doing better in school, choosing different career paths, picking who we spend our time with better, and most certainly, taking better care of our bodies. I know I would. But what do you think your future self would say to you right now? What if the *right now* you needed the talking to? What would it sound like? Continue reading →