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So it’s been a little while since I wrote to you guys, and if I were to sum it up in one word — “challenging” would be the concise synopsis.

For the first time in my career, I had to dive deep into the concepts of balance and synergy. I had to make crucial decisions, as we all do, as far as what hobbies and interests I needed to sever ties with. What was even more challenging, was discerning between passion and purpose.

I re-watched the Pursuit of Happyness this past weekend and I realized I missed a lot of truly empathetic moments in the movie - and the above quote hit me the hardest. Nah, in this newsletter I'm not talking about happiness. But rather, something that has been a recurring topic for me as of late... the pursuit. 

I believe that a part of the human condition is a desire to feel wanted or even accepted. We all want people to like us, right? Now, the feeling of being needed, now that's next level. Being needed shows you are valuable, essential even - now that's a great feeling.

We have an idea or a desire and we want it to manifest itself almost instantaneously. If I tap through my Instagram promoted ads they all revolve around 'how to get rich quick,' 'how to become an influencer instantly,' 'how to make $10K this month,' and other click-baitey titles that demand our attention and satisfy our craving for instantaneous success.

I realized that I was always planning, always creating, always promoting that I never got to sit and appreciate our accomplishments. I honestly don't think I'm an anomaly in that, I'd bet money that the year seemed like a blur to you because you were laser-focused on achieving your goals that you didn't have the opportunity to appreciate the moments that aggregated to your achievements.

If I were to tell you the comment that I get most often in response to what I’m doing (and sometimes it just feel like what I’m attempting to do) with my businesses, what I post on social media, or a response to a one-on-one session is: “Man you’re inspiring, and you keep folks like us motivated.”

The past year has been one for the books — I’ve literally been perfecting my Chance The Rapper *Blessings keep falling in my lap jig*. In that everything was not perfect (so let’s make sure we are on the same page with that), over the course of the last 365 days: I’ve took a few L’s — and bounced back, I’ve learned numerous lessons, I’ve found supportive communities, lost friends, grew stronger in my faith, expanded businesses, dissolved businesses, and so much more.

In all seriousness, I realized somethings had been a little off over the past few weeks. As a firm “Toot Your MF’in Horn” advocate, I’ve been consistently downplaying my own value (I’m still battling with the dichotomy of “Being Great & Being Greatful”). I also found I was spending so much time focusing on providing value to others that I was left drained, tired, and energy-less, leaving little time to provide value to myself.

What I love most about mud runs? They are the perfect balance between being challenging and annoying. Swan diving into a mud pit doesn’t bother me as much as having to continue to run whilst covered in that dry, heavy, earth-residue. When asked why I don’t just run, “regular races,” I tell them that it is the challenge, monotony, and discomfort of completing these mini obstacles (“the mud”) that makes the reward that much sweeter (“your light”).

Someone sent me a message earlier this week— they told me I post too much about my businesses, and that I should “turn my arrogance down a notch.”

But this statement on my unbeknownst arrogance, prompted a week-long introspection of my passion, purpose, and intent. This post is my long-winded affirmation, that I actually #dgaf (look it up, Baby Boomers) about that person’s opinion.

It’s a Sunday morning, and like a plethora of folks my age: I woke up entirely too late, I had a headache, was pretty hungry, and I would have been one hundred percent content laying in my bed for a couple of hours binge watching Netflix. My reminder went off that Dallas’ Debonair Society had their monthly Mingling over Mimosas event and with admitted hesitation I threw on some clothes and headed to the African American History Museum to attend — and I’m glad I did because the event fed everything I needed.

On average, I get the questions — “how do you have time do everything you do?” and, “you must not sleep, what’s your secret?” once a week.

On my end, I feel like there’s so much more that I could be doing. I’m really only getting started. I credit a good deal of my efficiency to building solid, committed teams of equally determined and talented individuals. A portion of my efficiency to using collabetition as a resource. The last bit of efficiency is a result of my knack for magically creating time.