
I make the storm on purpose. I don’t wait for it. I shut the door in my head And let the pressure climb Until the air starts to move On its own

One Year, One Book, No Excuses. Today I turn 39, and I’m officially putting the universe on notice: by the time I turn 40, I’m publishing a book. Not thinking about it, not quietly tinkering while making excuses. A real book. With my name on the cover. Something you can hold, read, spill coffee on,…