The man that returns home after a tour in Afghanistan isn’t the same man anymore.
A woman who gives birth to her first child isn’t the same woman anymore.
And your friend who’s gone through a 12-step program isn’t the same friend anymore.
If you knew me in middle school, you don’t know me anymore. You probably wonder how the shy, overweight, awkward kid who competed in statewide mathematics competitions helps men be more attractive and confident to the opposite sex. Seriously, that kid had a name badge that said “Mathlete” and he wore sweat pants to school four times a week.
If you knew me in high school, you don’t know me anymore. You probably wonder how that big Asian kid who used to breakdance and dressed like the 10th member of the Wu Tang Clan is coaching entrepreneurs and executives. You remember him jumping into cyphers and getting into freestyle battles at house parties with a bottle of Alize in his hand. Damn, that kid was a walking Saturday Night Live character.
If you knew me in college, you don’t know me anymore. You probably wonder how the annoying over achiever who was involved in every student organization for the sake of his own ego is helping men get laser focused on their mission and living conscious lives for the sake of all beings.
If you knew me from my corporate career, you don’t know me anymore. You probably wonder how the unengaged, lazy, mediocre, not living up to his potential, poor corporate fit is helping his coaching clients anchor excellence into everything they do. (Psst, it’s because I absolutely fucking hated the work I was doing. Here’s a novel idea… give the spreadsheets and data analysis to an intern and free up leaders to lead.)
And if you knew me from meeting at a conference in the past two years, you don’t know me anymore. You probably wonder how the rambunctious, partying hopping, blacked out drunk at every open bar, womanizing, lifestyle design blogger is helping men find balance in their lives. Yep, I fell into the trap of consuming experiences like an addict the second I had some freedom. Oops.
Today, I am…
Well, I am happy.
Like sitting in a room doing nothing yet being full of joy happy.
Every day I create, connect, love, help people, learn something new, move my body, spend time outside, and laugh my face off.
It’s different. Waaaay different.
It’s uncharted territory.
Sometimes I feel guilty for the life I’ve created. Why should I get to travel all over the world doing stuff that makes me happy every day? Why not you?
On a side note, seriously, why NOT you?
And just as you don’t know me, I don’t know you.
You’ve grown, you’ve loved, you’ve learned, you’ve changed.
If I keep thinking you’re just that asshole guy from high school or that rude A-list blogger who didn’t have time to talk to me at SXSW, then shame on me. You’re much more than my projections about you from 15 years ago or the single data point that I have on you from a five second conversation.
So let’s get to know each other sometime over a beer.
Wait, over some tea.