The Life of a Storyboy

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Prologue: Sourdough

Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13.
Paraskevidekatriaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th.

This is not a safe space for anyone with either condition.

Luckily, it works both ways.

I recently learned that if you replace “-phobia” with “-philia”, Triskaidekaphilia is the term for loving the number 13.

If you think 13 is lucky, you’re in good company.

Mindset is everything.

It's me, hi.
I'm the lover,
it's ME!

The Very First Night

It takes us nine months to breathe on our own.
Earth TtTime on earth is the real womb.

Birth marks the spot.

Friday, September 13, 1974
Year of the Wood Tiger

Travis Carl Garrod
Opened thighs at 8:34 p.m.
Providence Hospital
Anchorage, Alaska
The Last Frontier
The 49th State

San Francisco 49ers
Sourdough Sam
Levi’s Stadium
Super Bowl LX
NFL
SAP
Super Toilet Bowl

Generation X enters the chat.

Sourdough Swift Kick Starter

I was born and raised in Alaska.
“Sourdough” is slang for a longtime resident of Alaska, unencumbered by winter.
I lived there 17 years before moving to the lower 48 in 1992.

13 Takes Flight to New Heights

On August 13, 2025, Taylor Swift was the special guest on the New Heights podcast with Jason and Travis Kelce. They talked for two hours.

Several segments caught my attention, but the The Art of the Easter Egg changed everything. They briefly highlighted superstition, numerology, and the number 13.

Taylor gave a simple, yet important example:

Taylor’s favorite number is 13.
Travis’ football number is 87.
13 + 87 = 100.
Keep it 100.


All three of them professed their love for the number 13.
Jason asked Taylor what it meant.
She said, without an engagement ring, “It means we’re family.”

The August 13 episode set a Guinness World Record for concurrent viewers: 1.3 million.

Of course that caught my attention.

After hearing the numerology and 13 bit on New Heights, I made a list of my Friday the 13th birthdays since 1974.
There are eight total.
1974, 1985, 1991, 1996, 2002, 2013, 2019, 2024.
Taylor and I have six common Friday the 13th birthday years.

I followed the golden thread to each year to see where it leads.

It took me less than five minutes to realize I discovered a silky golden web of curious connections.

The connections kept coming. I couldn’t turn it off.

Much like the Energizer Bunny, I kept going and going (and going) down the rabbit hole.
In the early hours of August 24, I had an epiphany!

Wait...what?
Double take.
Is this real?
Triple take.
Holy shit!!!

I thought to myself,
I've only ever felt this good in dreams.
I found the missing key!
Finally!
The New Heights podcast
was a multidimensional message in a bottle.

I’ve now discovered that my entire life is sourdough bread crumby.
Very, very, very crumby.

Turns out, I’m a sourdough crumb dumpster.

The Golden Thread

One single thread of gold tied me to you

invisible string
Taylor Swift
folklore

I’ve always loved the number 13.
I was born on Friday, September 13, 1974.
I’ve loved the number 13 for a long time.

13 hits different when you’re born on Friday the 13th.
13 hits especially different when you turn 50 on Friday the 13th.
13 has even more significance when your September 13th birthday is exactly 13 weeks before Taylor’s December 13th birthday.

I just made that connection last year while Swifties clowned for RepTV (on which I think I can shed some light, metaphorically of course).

I turned 50 on Friday, September 13, 2024.
Thirteen weeks later, Taylor turned 35 on Friday, December 13, 2024.

For 39 weeks each year, our ages are 15 years apart.
For 13 weeks, our ages are 16 years apart.
31…13…uh oh.

In 2013, both of our birthdays landed on Friday the 13th.
Taylor turned 24 (12:12)
I turned 39 (13:13:13)

Looks like a triple golden birthday to me.

But wait, there’s more!

Speaking of golden birthdays, I turned 13 on September 13, 1987.
14 days later my oldest, younger half-brother was born September 27, 1987.

13 + 87 = 100.
Keep it 100.

If you think it’s weird now, 13 is just warming up.

Friday the 13th Part III: 3-D

As far as 80s horror, Friday the 13th has always been my favorite.
The first one I watched was Friday the 13th Part III.
It was the only one filmed using 3-D technology.
It was theatrically released on August 13, 1982.

Wait, what?
August 13?

Taylor likes to sew kids' purses and blankets.
Nice stitch; I think there's been a glitch.

The movie terrified me the first time I watched it. Part III introduced Jason Voorhees’ iconic goalie mask. I was obsessed. As a young boy, I played hockey and I was a goalie.

Jason was stitched to my birthday and a goalie! It’s fair to say, I was fascinated by Jason Voorhees. I’ve watched every Friday the 13th movie before and since.

I fully believed Jason would spare me if we ever crossed paths. He’s always felt like a silent guardian. We’re basically brothers.

Jason and Travis together, always and forever!

Meow

Superstition & Intuition

"The crowd is your king."
Thank you for that, old (hypothetical) friend.

Truth hits different.
Truth is a frequency.
Truth is a vibe.
Truth will fuck your shit up and keep walking.

Who would've thought a random blog I wrote on November 16, 2015 would be a linchpin for exposing truth a decade after it was published?

That’s some crazy alignment.
Anyone can do this.

I started writing 10 years ago.
I’ve been getting bready for this for a while.
Decades.
Five actually.

This story spans five decades.
1974 – 2024
50 Years
2025 and 2026 get honorable mentions.

52 years
13:13:13:!3

I had a lot of time to develop my 5UPERP0WER.

I call it IMAGINATION.
Some call it DELUSION.

Truth be told, I'm an expert in both.
Whatever it is, it's been a blast piecing this story together.

2015 anchors this timeline.
2020 could have been an ending, but fate determined otherwise.
(That’s when an Extra T (or two) was added.)
2022 (Enter Revised Ending)
2023 (Enter Tight End)
2024 (Enter TTPD)
2025 brought Trump back to remind us all why this was necessary and that karma is real.
2026 – Four dates to keep in mind: 1/1/26, 2/13/26, 3/13/26, 11/13/26.

The end is extra tight.

What a different a decade makes

After 22 years in Milwaukee,
I relocated to Arizona in 2014.

Within a year, I was a living Phoenix cliché.

I started a hobby blog.
Posted my first story

about cats and dogs on
August 31, 2015.

I spent several years exploring a passion I never pursued.
I did it for my inner child.

In August 2025,
everything became crystal lake clear.

Now that I’ve learned what I know, I can say, unequivocally, timing is everything.

I’m joyful and eager to share my story with anyone who’s…

ready for it.

Happy crumb hunting…

If you're interested to follow this story to see where it goes, go like the Devilish Smirk page on Facebook.

Let the games begin!

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Welcome to 2022!

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A Matter of Time

The tail end of 2021 hit me like a ton of bricks, but in the best possible way. As I’ve aged, I’ve become more of a feeling being, and my outlook on life is better for it.

It wasn’t until I was in my forties when I began to break down in tears about things that I may not have given a second thought to in my younger years.

Not that I've never broken down and cried before, but the more it happened, the more I embraced those emotions and allowed myself to feel things more frequently.

A good cry is as cathartic as it gets, and not all cries come from a place of pain or sadness.

The latter half of December, I had a lot of time to think, reflect, and introspect. By the end, I realized that 2021 was one of the best years that I’ve had in a very long time, and it was about time.

Overall, I’m a pretty optimistic person.

Lord knows, it’s hard to be optimistic much of the time, but I love a challenge.

Sure, I have bad days. Who doesn’t? It’s natural, and that’s okay.

Without the lows, you'll never appreciate the highs. That's just how it works, and that shit takes time.

Uncomfortable situations are the soil from which we learn, improve, adapt, and grow. Good or bad, everything we experience is for the benefit of our personal development. And then you die.

Some days, my mind can get the best of me. What can I say? There's a 47-year-old storm swirling around in there that could make Jupiter's look like child's play.

What’s Your Vibe?

I make a conscious effort to bring good energy to every encounter I have.

That’s important to me, especially as I get older.

That means bringing that same energy to my personal party of one.

Sometimes you need to dig for the gold.

In December, I had time to recognize and acknowledge exactly how transformative 2021 was for me.

I allowed myself to feel proud of how hard I worked on three important pillars of stability – work, exercise, and mental health.

My typical year-end reflections focus on what I’m going to do differently in the next year. But 2021 was different.

I don’t need to do things differently in 2022. Instead, my focus is how to keep the momentum going.

Life is about how you react and respond to any given situation, so behave accordingly.

I feel, very deeply, that we are part of something bigger; that there is actual purpose in our being, and we’re all somehow connected, continually learning, and constantly evolving.

But why?

You know when you know.

For me, it happened after turning 40.

Not that I became a different person, I just became more accepting of myself and finally fell in love with him too.

That was a process. Worth it. 5 stars.

For some, it may happen earlier – or never happen at all. If you get there, you get there, and it can happen at any phase of life.

You have exactly until you die to become a person you’re proud to be.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

New Year, Same Me

Hey kid! It's been a while! I hope you've been well. I haven't checked in on you lately, but I'm happy you've set aside some time to have this discussion. Carry on, sport!

What’s different about my life today than in December 2020?

Quite frankly, a lot. I have so much to be grateful for, and for that I am grateful.

Work

In December 2020, I was on a 10-week seasonal contract and getting nowhere fast on a job hunt.

In March 2021, the company hired me fulltime with full benefits. They put me on a pilot program for an enhanced customer experience for wedding products.

Before the end of the program, they deemed it a success and extended it indefinitely. Our team has more than doubled in size, and the company is doing extremely well.

It has been an absolutely fantastic experience, and I couldn’t ask for a better team of people to work with on a daily basis.

I'm really proud of what this team has accomplished and I'm very happy to have this experience under my belt.

Exercise & Physical Health

In December 2020, exercise wasn’t a thing and not at all a priority.

I was 46 and I didn’t work out, nor did I care about diet. I was 225 pounds with a biological history of high blood pressure and diabetes, and I hadn’t been to a doctor since I left Milwaukee in 2014.

Here's the 2019 goal I set, but finally accomplished in 2021. It only took two years, but that doesn't matter. I did it, and that's what matters. 

In April 2021, I began assembling a home gym and finally realized the true benefit of seeing personal trainers nearly a decade ago.

My January 2, 2022, weigh-in was 189.1.

With the job stabilized along with health insurance, I’ve gotten myself situated with a doctor and the medical care that I needed but neglected for so long.

Mental Health

By December 2020, I had gotten a little too comfortable isolating myself at home.

It’s impossible to ignore the mental benefits that come with loving your job, consistent exercise, and the peace of mind only bloodwork and prescriptions can provide.

My stress level is low, my confidence is high, I've met some really great new friends in the past year, and I'm genuinely proud of myself. Fact is, I feel fantastic.

I even dabbled in dating in 2021, which I hadn’t done since becoming single in 2016. What I can tell you is that my heart works which, honestly, was a relief to discover. To be frank, I kind of felt a little dead inside.

For me to feel the feelings that I actually experienced in 2021 was eye opening and reminded me that I am, in fact, still alive.

2021 was a year of lessons. And I paid attention.

You can't swing a dead cat around here without hitting a lesson!

The thing I didn’t do in 2021 was write. Not a single word.

2022 is looking better every fucking day.

From Now On

Great life experiences all depend on timing, circumstance, and the people you encounter. I’ve learned a lot about myself in the past year and I’m committed to continuing this journey throughout 2022 and beyond.

Maybe something magical will happen in 2022. I’m as optimistic as ever. Feel free to join me.

We all have much to learn from each other, almost as if we exist for the purpose of benefiting each other.

All of us.

At all times.

It takes a village.

You get what you give, so give it your all.

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The Great American Experiment

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Welcome to the Great Experiment!

People got too comfortable playing the game. Picking up where The "Conversation" Game left off...

A lot of what I’ve learned about my life and the world around it makes me uncomfortable.

It makes me happy, sad, elated and doomed – truly doomed – all at once.

It takes us nine months to breathe on our own, but our time on earth is the real womb.

Everyday I learn to adapt, a little more, than the day before. Honestly, that’s all that matters to me.

Life beat the hell out of me before my attempt at beating the hell out of life. Living a life out of hell is worth fighting for.

Hell has no place in my life – inside and out. Real hell.

So here we are, beating the hell out of each other because life and I have a common goal.

My emotions don’t come one by one, they arrive in bundles. Like high speed internet, cable TV, and phone service, the price is too high to start separating my feelings.

If I’ve learned anything on my writing journey it’s that.

The demons are doing jumping jacks now. 

Be the Real Deal

Embrace emotions as they happen no matter what they are.

Feel your moments. Every last one of them.

Live like you were born in an arena. For all intents and purposes, you were. If you were born in America, that’s what this is.

You’ll be shocked how far long ago this was set in motion. More time ago than you can imagine.

For now, let's call them years.

Thunderstruck!

Today, I realize how responsible I actually was as a kid. I’ve managed to justify my earlier existence. That’s the “C” student in me.

It's about damn time! I took that believing children are the future shit seriously.

I discovered a voice and, as a kid, I considered a typewriter a toy.

The Creative Guide

I attribute my evolution to having an open mind and heart.

I remind myself of this simple fact at every turn in this crazy reality.

That’s the only way I successfully began understanding the strange world in which I exist.

There’s only so much time before the thoughts behind this smirk are buried in forever.

Luckily, that's not the direction this is going.
Travis Garrod, Devilish Smirk

The stars aligned. Or not. The planets did. Or didn’t. Whatever it is, it feels like fireworks. Some days. Maybe.

I don’t know.

Moving on.

I feel like I’m crawling out of a steaming pile of extraordinarily colorful crap ashes.

Is it coincidence the Trump conclusion coincides with the final episodes of Game of Thrones which wraps on May 19, 2019 just ahead of the June 7, 2019 Dark Phoenix rise release?

And Sansa Stark stars in both?

Come on!

I’m merely a goose among geese, in a world searching for unicorns.

Don’t get me wrong, unicorns are great! They’re like a horse in permanent drag. However, unicorns shoot rainbows out of their butthole, and they don’t lay golden eggs.

A goose lays the golden eggs.

Where's that goose?

Will Ready Player win? Does Mario finally find his princess? Or prince?

Plot twist!

And all this time I thought I was an owl...
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A Perfect Stage to Rattle Your Cage, Pt. 2

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Indivisible, with Liberty, and Justice For All

By the time Americans graduate high school, we’ve repeated those words hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

If they mean anything to you, we have a lot of work to do.

We lost control of this forsaken nation. Uncle Sam pitted cruise control against autopilot. We got drunk with arrogance and became assholes.

Our allegiance to each other deteriorated while we collectively blacked out. We woke up face-down, ass-up, in a ditch, just in time to elect President Trump.

Everything around us is on fire.

Then, we went back to sleep.

In case you missed the first one, A Perfect Stage to Rattle Your Cage Pt. 1.

Linked In or Out?

You need to know how lucky you are. You’ve already won the lottery of life.

Believe it or not, it’s true. However, it’s a tricky truth, and it’s not enough to take my word for it.

It’s been an ugly and disturbing past four years. Is it a blessing? It feels like a curse. Whatever it is, it’s loud and painful.

We all felt and dealt with it in different ways.

How long will this last?

Ready Player Won

You can win at life when you’re ready.

You’ll feel ready before you win; long before. First, there are three things that fall squarely on you, and you alone.

Decisions, decisions, don't you just love having free will?
  • First, you have to truly believe you won.
  • Second, you must prove it through your actions.
  • Third, know that you are your only concern.

Yes, you need the hat trick. If you have that, you’re golden. Eventually. Maybe.

None of us have anything better to do than be better.

Too many people worry about others more than they worry about themselves.

In the playground of good and evil, there's nothing more to win.

When it comes to others, strive to inspire.

The Battle of Who Can Cry More

We all experience pain. It’s not a competition. We go through the shit we do in order to help others empathize with fucked up situations.

Life isn’t fair. And it’s easy to get pissed off about it. Hopefully, someday, people won’t have to deal with the shit we’ve dealt with anymore.

Did You Forget?

On this day, 18 years ago, 9/11 was still a plan.

We’d not yet begun the experiment and the subsequent time released aftermath, in a way only time can do.

Today’s reality feels like every movie you’ve ever seen.

The Hunger Games married the The Black Hole. The Capitol sent its citizens to deep space. They’ll never find the edge.

It’s Tron meets Basic Instinct. We navigate a vast and endless data-based world and realize we’re all fuckin’ human.

Also, we have a remarkable ability to make a scandal out of nothing.

You time slidin' son of a bitch. Deadpool 2. Josh Brolin. Goonies. Brand saves the day.

The Battle to Make the World a Better Place

Two Thousand, Zero Zero, Party’s Over, Oops Out of Time!

And here we are, 19 years later. This year marks the 18th anniversary of 9/11.

Are we ready to graduate to the next level? Level heads will prevail. Humanity will prevail.

I’m ready, but I can’t do it without you.

The roots of millennials come from Generation X. Who do you think had them? Step up, GenX.

Start prevailing.

Today was a Good Day

I feel like I’m stuck in a computer talking to and learning from itself. From every angle. An inward bomb, everything and everyone sucked in. Slurp. Bye!

Is it possible to be everything and nothing all at once? Time is irrelevant. There's a time and place for everything.

Need to Crumble to Rebuild

The people who appear to have won at first, don’t win in the end. How many times has the power shifted in your lifetime?

I haven’t seen a power shift in my 44 years. In fact, nothing’s changed except music and technology.

People still identify as either republican or democrat. I mean, Jesus.

People shouldn’t achieve personal fulfillment at the expense of others.

Unfortunately, that’s what we’ve become, today, in America. It’s shameful, and it’s time to do something about it.

In some way.

In your way.

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The Innate Experience

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No, I’m not talking about my experience at InEight, the company with the handsy and mouthy CEO that purchased et alia and then fired me. That company spelled their name with the number eight.

They held a “convention” the year they purchased et alia called The InEight Experience. “Experiment” is a better word for what they attempted; an illegal one at that.

It's ok to be nervous. That's natural. It's innate. It takes a key wit to make people nervous. That's what's in my DNA.

This is a separate experience altogether. No one is safe; not from this.

Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. Besides, it doesn’t matter. I never signed anything (or received money) that said I couldn’t talk.

That's all I need to sleep well at night.

My Innate Experience

Something happened along the way to my happy ending; a detour of sorts.

The train left the station before the people on board realized it was moving.

That’s an easy feat to manage in a windowless getaway car – the inconvenient car equipped with a bootlegger bar.

Is it possible to be nothing and everything all at once?

Up, up, and away! From experiment to life altering experience.

Fearsome 40

What’s a first time unemployed person to do? Look for a job, right? Seems logical. So I did. To no avail.

In the beginning of unemployed status, I met with a placement company who wanted me to pay them to find me a job.

They told me I was an ENTJ. I had a couple interviews on my own.

I failed some kind of test during my interview with State Farm.

Also, I have 15 years executive HR experience and Zenefits (an HR services company) didn’t want to talk to me. I was overqualified for an HR company.

I abandoned my focused job search by the end of 2015. All signs in my daily life pointed in the direction to give writing a shot.

Lord knows, I've said I should be a writer enough times throughout my life.

There comes a time when you need to either put up, or shut up.

I had whatever retirement I had, and a house. I reeled in my job search while I figured out what I wanted to do with Devilish Smirk.

I've not been paid for anything I've written. Monetizing words is not an easy order to fill. That requires a lot of energy, along with a solid foundation of content. 

My eyes are on content, 100% of the time. Eyes. Plural. Both of them.

All About the Story

I came out swinging.

It’s not always easy to express what’s going on inside one’s head.

Being a writer means you’ll piss someone off along the way. Some say you haven’t made it as a writer until you’ve done so. If that’s the case, then mission accomplished.

I don't think anyone makes it as a writer until their banks and credit cards are pulling them into court. Even then, there are no guarantees.

My story.

I’ve been blessed with the attitude and enough conviction where I have no qualms sharing the things I’ve witnessed in life. Especially things I continue learning. I’m 44, I’ve learned a lot, and have a lot of things to say, across the board.

No topic is off limits, especially my own shortcomings. Try putting a label on that. Let’s be honest, we all have stories. Dark ones. Tell me I’m wrong.

This is our world. Join me while I play in it.

This is the only way I can make sense of the world in which I live.

Story Time

I have a friend. His name is Brandon, but I call him Brand. Much like Darby, Brand’s unemployed. He’s looking for a job, and has a long story of his own.

In case you missed who Darby is, she's the fulltime, unemployed acronym, Dreams Are Realized By You. Here's her history.

Brand hasn’t worked in a while; it’s been about four years. He just turned 48.

The major difference between Darby and Brand is that he's not an acronym. Not yet.

Brand has his own experience with job search chronologies, rescinded offers, and other bizarre shit.

He has ideas about what he wants to do, and has vivid specifics of everything he won’t.

Brand was fucked with from all sides, and then forced to fire his best friend, who became some sort of smirking writer.

Brand isn't one to be fucked with. Why? That will become more clear in future stories about him.  

That’s just part of him that people have to accept.

Brand is a Dreamer and, like Darby, his Dream is a Grower

All about the story.

Brand’s been on the job hunt. Unlike Darby, who’s stuck in dreamland, dreams aren’t good enough for Brand. Especially if all they ever amount to are dreams.

Darby's there by choice, by the way.

But Brand doesn’t have dreams anymore. He has nightmares, and Brand’s nightmares are creeping into his reality.

Bad Brand?

He was applying for what felt like every job under the sun, but nobody was biting.

You're overqualified! I'm sorry, Brand. The offer we extended you 12 hours ago - that's no longer valid. Best of luck, hopefully we can stay in touch. We've opted to pursue other candidates.

Only offer parts of you that you’re willing to give.

If Brand had his druthers, he’d be on some sort of stage, singing. If there’s a constant beat to Brand’s life, it’s that of his voice.

Brand can sing like no other. His talent was apparent early on, but there are reasons for Brand's detour.

A hard stop was thrown in Brand’s path whose tracks took off in another direction.

Denied Days of Disney, Purdue, NASA, Madison, MCAT, Chemical Engineering, SAP, Tellabs, DUCT, ZIM, RAC, Turner, Churchill, Kiewit, InEight, Medical Records, Scottsdale.

The stuff of dreams...

Meanwhile, back in Brand’s reality…25 years later, the U.S.A. is still on that downward detour.

It’s so bad, that Donald J. Trump is the president of the forsaken country.

A Change of Heart

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Brand wondered to himself.

Oops, we made a mistake, when can you come in for an interview?

Before he had a chance, that last part happened.

Brand applied for five positions at a prominent local grocer. He received eight confusing, seemingly replicated, but differently worded rejection emails.

That company called him.

Two hiring managers, both of them, left Brand voicemails stamped 2:01 PM on the same day. Both locations consecutively changed their minds, simultaneously realizing their previous mistake.

What are the odds? *ahem* Illumiti and Kiewit

Long story short, Brand met with one of them. Don’t interrupt Brand. Bagging groceries *enter sarcasm* is his passion.

Everyone Deserves a Chance

Brand’s life is a real-time saga playing out daily. He wakes up, every day without answers to many of life’s glaring questions.

Just give me a chance! Yes, I may seem overqualified or not fitting exactly into your idea for the role but if you give me a chance what is the worst that could happen? And the best is a big upside! *Fun Fact: Brand has a degree in Chemical Engineering as well as an MBA.*

Brand accepted a position at a local grocery store just blocks from where he lives. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but he’s grateful for the step in the right direction. It’s a job and more than anyone else has offered him.

Onward and upward!

Dumb Myself Down? Never!

Dumb it down is a contradiction to every sign along your path to become your best self.

A friend recently muttered these words as advice – some iteration of dumb it down. Why? Because experience excludes me from contention? I don’t know. I guess certain experience can appear intimidating, but nobody should have to lie about who they are.

It wasn't the first time I've heard this regarding a later life job search.

Dumb it down? No. Misinformation about me by my own making? Which version of you is true? Thank you, but no. That’s just bad advice.

People are people and people talk. It's in their DNA.

What happened to being better?

Just because you were a CEO, doesn't mean you weren't one when it comes to getting a job.

It’s beat into our subconscious minds to feel like we have to adapt our persona to fit a situation.

Don’t beat yourself into submission. It’s up to you to not erase your past.

We are our own worst enemies, but we’re also our only advocates.

Traffic Trouble

What’s worse than a kid without talent?

Leashed potential. The unrealized dreams of a dream-filled kid, and the kid always told no.

Where are the kids whose career paths emerged only after being pushed off their paths to legendary status.

You have exactly one advocate you can count on.

I’m Leveling Up

I want to live up to my own expectation of me, myself and I. It’s something I have to do for my own sanity. Always (or try to) be the best version of yourself, even when you’re knocked down.

It’s still a version.

Our ability to do good is only as powerful as the bad we've embraced about ourselves.

None of us are dealt things we’re incapable of handling.

If you want a life of candy, you must crush it.

I write like words spill out of my mouth. Editing is all the reason for me to write; it allows me to enhance, retract, rearrange and otherwise present my thoughts an organized flow.

The impact of story time on a child’s developing mind is immeasurable. Read storybooks to your kids or the kids in your life. Behind every storyteller is an active listener.

That’s a good first step.

Level Up

*No clowns or elephants were harmed in the production of this story.
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