When you're 53, and finally master muscle-ups. Been attempting these for years. Starting with bands. Sometimes without. And when I finally got it, my biggest takeaway is it was never about the bands or technique. It was about believing it was truly possible for me. Which applies to anything else in life.
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Can we retire the word “grifter”? At this point, it says less about the person being labeled — and more about the creativity of the person using it.
Nothing yanks you out of the presence faster than disappointment. And nothing gets you back to the present moment faster than adjusting your expectations. That's the cheat code.
Disappointment is an opportunity for you to sync your expectations with the reality of the situation. From there, you can find a more adaptable solution.
If you don't have someone up on a pedestal, then you can't be disappointed by them. Therefore, if you're disappointed, it's not because of what they did. It's because you realized that your internal story of who they are doesn't match the reality of how they are.
Our competition isn't other people. It's our own important sounding excuses — the ones no one ever questions because they sound so convincing. If you can see them for what they are, and take action anyway, you'll become unstoppable.
Sometimes, the universe places us in difficult people's lives to help us practice being a positive influence. Think of it like resistance training for positivity.
You don’t have to find your path and purpose because it’s already found you. All you have to do is trust that you’re on it.
There are no perfect people. It doesn't matter the profession, the age, or the upbringing. When we understand this, our disappointment gets replaced with amazement in the occasional moments of greatness.
If there’s a way for your carefully-crafted post to be misinterpreted, someone out there is going to misinterpret it. It’s not personal. That’s just what they do.


