It’s 9:11 am last Tuesday, and I’m sitting in a villa in Bali with a group of coaches who’ve flown in from across the globe. They didn’t come for any teaching, fancy funnel, or overhyped strategy. They came for one thing: certainty. Certainty that they can wake up each day knowing exactly what to do—and

My next significant milestone for this new company is hitting $1.5M a month in revenue, with one key twist:  I won’t be on the org chart.  And to make this happen, there’s one question that’s been consuming me: What’s the ONE factor I need to embed in my company’s DNA to make that level of

It’s 3 a.m., and I’m staring at the ceiling, wondering where the hell it all went wrong… Having poured my heart into my coaching business—late nights crafting webinars, weekends lost to social media posts that vanish into the digital abyss, and a marketing budget that feels like tossing cash into a bonfire. Yet, despite all

When I sold my coaching company in 2022, I thought I’d finally have the time to focus on what truly mattered: my family…  For 11 years, my wife Lauren and I had been raising our four daughters, and somewhere along the way, our marriage had become an afterthought—a neglected garden in desperate need of tending.

It was late on a Friday afternoon in 2022, and there I was, negotiating the sale of my coaching company. Josh leaned back and said, “You can make millions more if you hold onto this for a few more years.” He wasn’t wrong—I’d done the math so many times my calculator was considering a restraining

$7.95. That’s it. But let me tell you, I felt like the richest man alive. Flashback to the tail end of 2013.  I’m sitting at my dinner table, the first rays of sun are kissing Palm Jumeirah in Dubai, and I’m about to have a hell of a morning. Rewind seven months. I’m in Sydney,

I’ve stumbled. I’ve tripped. Hell, I’ve flat-out faceplanted more times than I’d care to admit.  And in those falls, I’ve let people down—people I care about, people who counted on me. I’ve been a mess of sadness, anxiety, and that old bastard depression, a trio that’s had me flirting with the darkest of thoughts more

The shrill beep of my alarm pierced the silence at 3 AM, jolting me awake. As I sprung out of bed, squinting at the glowing numbers on my phone, I couldn’t help but wonder, “Why on earth did I agree to this early flight?”  But then I remembered: Derek Sivers.  For the last three days,

It was 7:30 p.m. on a Thursday, and Lauren and I had just put our four daughters to bed… We’re sitting down watching Dave Chappelle’s recent special on Netflix, and in between my thigh-slapping laughs, I have a deep epiphany… “If I die, how do I best make sure my wife, daughters, and entire family

At 3:02 am this morning, I was jolted awake by a question that refused to let go: “What do I want out of life?” At 37 years old, I’m sitting here in utter confusion, reliving my entire past, trying to dissect where I went wrong, what I got right, and what I should learn from