The long way around.

I started training young. Martial arts at first, then anything else I could get my hands on. It gave me a structure I didn't yet know I needed.

I joined the Marine Corps at eighteen. Eight years, five deployments. The structure went deeper. So did the stakes.

I came home with a brain injury I wouldn't have a name for until years later. The decade that followed broke most of what I'd built and most of who I thought I was. There's no clean version of that part.

Some of what helped was conventional. Some wasn't. I'm careful with that part of the story because the wrong words make it look smaller than it was.

I've built businesses through all of it. Some worked. One collapsed in a way that took a lot of people with it. I'm still learning from that one.

These days I work one-on-one with a small group of people. Mostly men. Some founders, some operators, some who don't have a label for where they are. We sit with whatever's actually there.

That's the short version. I'd rather you ask for the rest.