Today I turned 44. Almost exactly one year ago, my family and I moved to Georgia. That coincidence has had me thinking more than usual about where I am, how I got here, and what I want the next part of my life to look like. For a long time, I thought of myself as
I now realize that if something is genuinely important to me, it needs a place on my calendar. Otherwise I’m mostly hoping it happens. That sounds obvious, but I haven’t always operated that way. It is easy to wake up in the morning, look at whatever feels most urgent, and start responding. An email comes
People talk about business decisions as if they happen inside a conference room. Which market should I enter? Which partner should I choose? How much should I invest? When should I hire? When should I sell? Which opportunities deserve my attention, and which should I walk away from? Those decisions matter. But the more life
School started again for two of my daughters, Penelope (11) and Farrah (7) on Monday, which means our house is settling back into the familiar rhythm of homework, studying, sports, early mornings, and trying to fit everything else into the spaces between them. Kat and I have been helping Penelope get back into that rhythm.
Today is the first day of school for two of my three daughters. My seventh grader and my third grader are both nervous and excited. They have new teachers, new classmates, new expectations, and all the uncertainty that comes with walking into a place where they do not yet know exactly where they fit. Watching
Yesterday, Kat and I went to an open house. It was easy to picture our family living there – how we’d use the rooms, where the girls would spend their time, what daily life might feel like. Almost immediately, my mind started doing the math: price, down payment, monthly payment, what it would take to
Last night, my youngest daughter woke up in pain. She’s twenty months old, and her teeth have been coming in. Sometime around midnight, I heard her crying, so I walked into her room, picked her up, and spent the next few hours holding her, laying with her, and helping her get back to sleep. By
It isn’t even five o’clock in the morning as I’m writing this. I woke up with a thought that seemed to come from somewhere much deeper than my conscious mind: I don’t think I can become the leader my family or my company deserves without God being part of it. That’s a strange sentence for
