Resending: From my personal journals…
Reader Hey Sometimes, in my journaling, I write directly to the Adam I used to be. (Super helpful tip for processing, healing and moving forward) This is one of those kind of entries, adapted only enough for you to read without getting confused. So on this beautiful Sunday, enjoy! image of my wife Nikki – Treasure Island, Florida #blog #story #restoration #fun I used to dread Sundays. It’s May 28, 2019. I turned 40 a week ago today. For a few months I’ve had several instances of being nudged…
INSIDE: 3 Cheat Codes for 4X Results
3 Cheat Codes for 4X Results A story to set us up That word alone might sound alien to some, M-E-N-T-O-R. Before I had one, I thought people who had mentors shaved their heads, changed their names, put on yellow robes and leather sandals, learned an ancient form of Martial Arts and moved to the mountains of Asia. Seriously! My perception changed when I had the privilege of falling under the mentorship of a successful entrepreneur named Don. I was in the middle of devastating destruction in my…
From my personal journals…
Reader Hey Sometimes, in my journaling, I write directly to the Adam I used to be. (Super helpful tip for processing, healing and moving forward) This is one of those kind of entries, adapted only enough for you to read without getting confused. So on this beautiful Sunday, enjoy! image of my wife Nikki – Treasure Island, Florida #blog #story #restoration #fun I used to dread Sundays. It’s May 28, 2019. I turned 40 a week ago today. For a few months I’ve had several instances of being nudged…
Resending: From friction to FLOW: Finding hidden sabotage
Reader I found that sometimes I set her off… just by the way I approached her. And its happened the other way around too. We were really confused and frustrated. We each knew we weren’t trying to be like enemies toward each other, but it happened regardless. But then we started figuring things out. It’s kinda like losing your phone and using that alert that makes it beep so you can find it. You can hear the alert from across the house but you don’t know exactly where it’s coming from. It…
wanted to share this with you
I made this video and thought you might appreciate it today. Nikki and I got back from our 3rd’s baseball game around noon. It was about 40 minutes away. We took backroads home, as usual. We love doing that. It’s peaceful and you see all the properties with space you might like to have and it gives you material for dreaming of the future. Lots of horses and cows too and I prefer them to Tampa’s drivers, as a whole. I was finishing up some work in the backyard, so I was hot. I dove head first…
From friction to FLOW: Finding hidden sabotage
Reader I found that sometimes I set her off… just by the way I approached her. And its happened the other way around too. We were really confused and frustrated. We each knew we weren’t trying to be like enemies toward each other, but it happened regardless. But then we started figuring things out. It’s kinda like losing your phone and using that alert that makes it beep so you can find it. You can hear the alert from across the house but you don’t know exactly where it’s coming from. It…
My story of rock bottom – part 3
After a small-but-mighty series of serendipitous events– including a late-night pitcher of beer with a red-headed, dread-locked Irish rock musician–I was introduced to someone who was supposed to be able to help me get out of my nursing job and into entrepreneurship. I wanted to provide a better quality of living for myself, my kids and Nikki too, down the road, even if I wasn’t going to live with them. While leaving my nursing career may have been the hook that drew me in, it was his…
My rock bottom story [part 2]
A few months later, our divorce was nearing finalization with the court. One particular icy night in Michigan’s January, I was lying in the bed of the woman who wasn’t my wife. I had become a joyless, weakened shell of my former, vibrant self. I remember laying there, on my right side, staring off the edge of the bed through the doorway into the hall where a plugin night light was on. The soft warm glow produced a shadow across that lightly-stained hardwood plank floor. The edge of that…
The true story of my personal rock bottom – part 1 of 3
It was before dawn, the morning of September 15th. In downtown Detroit, summer was gasping for breath, as fall began to squeeze. I was standing in the birthing room holding my brand new baby girl… my wife’s and my first daughter. The only place darker than that pre-sunrise sky was the life I had been living the previous 3 ½ years – for within me, there were no glimmering stars. In this divine moment, a moment meant for pure elation, I was filled with shame and disgust. <<< Rewind 10 days You…
Learn this one thing and you can change anything
Turn on your RADAR I kept getting results I didn’t want but I didn’t know why… Friction in my marriage Inconsistency with money Inconsistent physical and emotional well-being Sometimes I’d nail it and get the desired job or relational harmony but it was almost like it was an accident. I didn’t know how to do it repeatedly, on purpose. Most of the time, trying to get to where I wanted to go felt like I was blind-folded, trying to pin that damn tail on the donkey, like I’m back at my eighth…
