​ Hey Reader, For years, I obsessed over productivity. 5 AM alarms. I told myself it was for my family. But one night, I asked my kids a question I’ll never forget: “What’s your favorite thing about me?” They didn’t say “You work hard.” Instead, they said things like:
“When you make pancakes.”​ ​“You make me laugh.”​ ​“When you make funny jokes with mommy.” It hit me hard. Not because I wasn’t doing enough… Legacy isn’t built through hustle.​ So now, I still chase big goals… 👉 Did I love them well today? That’s what they’ll remember. If you're a dad, or know one who needs this reminder, It might be the one thing they needed to hear today. With you in the journey, P.S. When you're ready, there are 3 ways that I can help you:
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You can learn from the mistakes of others or you can learn from your own failure. Let me be your guide as I share lessons & insights from my years of coaching men to become the Hero of their family's story.
Having daughters exploded my brain. With my son, I thought I understood what it meant to be a father.He made me reflect on who I was as a man, because I knew I was his model for becoming one. So I worked on myself.Sharpened my edges.Cleaned up my act.I wanted to be a man he could look up to—someone worthy of becoming. Then came my daughters.One.Then a second.Then a third. And everything changed again. With sons, we’re modeling how to act.How to handle stress.How to lead.How to win, lose, and...
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