Do you find yourself living in a prison of your own success? Do people rely on you for 10:30 AM meetings? It’s all an illusion, man. Boundaries set up by some old dust fart that didn’t have friends to party with from 9–3:59. You have friends, 623 of them according to…
You get your own parts. For the most part they do their job. Your hands do the work. Your legs do the hustling. Your head thinks it through. Your heart drives you forward. This is heading in an awkward direction. But the point is you only have so many parts.
I’m like a super high-level thinker. So high I wanted to share my totally viable ideas with you. Free-of-charge.
I’ll update these as often as my brain allows me to.