Year after year…

“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results”.
— Albert Einstein

By this definition, I was “insane” for most of my life. And to prove it, here’s a little story…

Flossing isn’t the most glamorous activity in the world. And it’s certainly not something that I would have ever looked at as the key to changing my life.

But guess what?

It did. (I feel kind of weird even saying that to be honest…)

And not because of the health benefits or because I get brownie points with my dentist.

No…


697 days ago I decided that I was going to start waking up early in the morning. There was just one problem…

…I wasn’t a morning person.


I used to work a lot — 60, 80, or even 100 hours a week. I let my work be a big part of how I defined myself. I wore those insane hours like a badge of honor…I loved telling people how “busy” I was…and how much I “had to do”.

Sound familiar?

Looking back, I realize I used my work to try and fill a void in myself. The problem was that this void was like a black hole. No matter how many hours I worked, it never seemed to fill it up.


One day I want to be the person my dog thinks I am…

“If you don’t like him, just send him back and I’ll send you a new one.”

Those were the last words Charlie’s breeder ever uttered to us. We hung up the phone in disgust. We had called her the day Charlie entered our life over seven years ago. He had just flown from Kansas City International to LaGuardia where we picked him up to take him home with us to our apartment.

His eye was filled with puss and swollen shut. We called her to ask her what was wrong and if she had a recommendation for a Shar-pei specialist…


Growing up, I always heard that the best things in life were free but I never completely understood it until last night…

Yesterday afternoon I got the chance to spend some alone time with my four-year old daughter (so my wife could get some much-needed and deserved alone time of her own.) She and I went to a coffee shop and split a cookie and talked while she drew pictures. On the way there we held hands. It was perfect. But that’s not the present.

While we were sitting at the coffee shop we talked about her upcoming sleepover at her grandma’s house that night. She was super excited and telling me how she was going to help Grandma bake Pop-Pop’s favorite…

Chris Winfield

Passionate entrepreneur in NYC. Dedicated dad. Eternal student of life. On a quest to improve the world & myself. (@chriswinfield on Twitter)

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