i was told by a friend to preface this thing.. so here is your preface world, i tend to speak on things that i see happening in the world around me.. and to try and bring transparency to a world full of hidden faces. if any of these words are…

We are a balance of passion, intellect, and humility. Driven by the first, molded by the second and united by the third. We are each a part of a creative body and we collectively belong to an all-powerful force that we seek to know and learn from. we are… passionate curious humble grounded balanced needed in a myopic world we see things for what they are, but also what they can be. not bound by a finite construct but grounded in the limitation of what we can create, what we can dream.

When they were wiring me up all those years ago, they did a number on the rejection handler. Nothing makes me more anxious than rejection; it does something that starts in my mind spreads to my gut to the tips of my fingers. In these cases, my fight or flight…

“don’t let this moment go to waste; You don’t know when the feeling could happen again.” -dance gavin dance How many moments, feelings, smiles, cries, and life have we let slip away? I had dinner with a friend a few nights ago, the first real “church” experience I have had…

that’s why we started right, to have fun? to make things. most people in a creative field started because IT IS FUN. there is nothing more enjoyable than creating something new, some thing someone might find useful. my kids play with legos, all size legos the giant blocks to their…

not the restaurant.. but music. — it has a way of taking me places, changing my mood and forcing introspection. most of you who know me know that i love a good “emo” song or band. i will most likely always be that way. i love a good narrative in a song, probably because i can…

You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good. He brought me to this position so I could save the lives of many people. Gen 50:20 I have watched as life and it’s politics has repeated itself while i stood and criticized a world i felt no…

who am i? — i am not sure i can answer the question with any type of certainty. i have traits that offer contextual clues to who i am. i am a husband, a father, a son, sometimes a designer, sometimes a developer, and always a human. …

is this what i have been handing myself all these years? shameful high-fives for distasteful indulgences. watching myself sell myself for a bit of acceptance, never seeing the other side of me screaming full of conviction tearing the heart right out my chest. all of my choices, the voices insisting i am wrong where were you when i needed you to be strong here’s to my disgrace an army of goodbyes sent to pass on these shameful high-fives