When you live in NYC for too long, it’s common to forget what you originally came to do.
I just got back from a weekend up in the Adirondacks — shingling the roof of this new shed, chopping wood to heat a sauna, playing soccer with a big group friends — and it snuck up on me this morning upon waking up in Brooklyn, “Oh yeah, I came here to make $$$ so I could afford to live a peaceful life someplace naturally beautiful, where I can build sheds and play soccer all of the time.”
Folks, this internet shit is really addicting. Let’s spend some more time thinking about why we do it.
this is a powerful lesson my dad taught me a while ago. lots of times in life, you have to endure what you have capacity for in order to create opportunity for the rest of your life.






