This is my journal entry from March 6, 2026 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
I didn't sleep very well last night because the dude who was delivering my envelopes from my recovery group called me three times right when I was about to drop off to sleep at midnight. Like, what the fuck's this dude up to right now? I don't give a shit what's going on at midnight, man. I don't need to talk, but I will give him a call later today. I am interested to know what he called about, but it's weird for me to get a call at that time of night. I had just fallen asleep and the call started me awake and it took a long ass time to get back to sleep. Irregardless, I then woke up at 6:17 this morning and enjoyed a little meditation time. But when I get to my ex-wife's house to pick the kids up, they comment that I look tired. Like, well, that's accurate.
I dump a huge bin of compost out from the compost can in my ex-wife's compost. It's funny, even though we're divorced, we're still working together on the compost. It seems crazy to throw it out, and it works great in my ex-wife's garden. I produce so much of it. I get two hugs from my ex-wife, which is nice, and I have lots of playtime with my son in the back seat. He doesn't have a library book to read today, so it's just a whole lot of juicing and baby demon. And I introduced Dad Demon as well. After pickup, I head back home feeling good that I'm not going to that 8:30 class because I've got two hours of singles tennis scheduled later. I don't need to sweat it out first thing in the morning, and I'm ready to get to work today.
After yesterday's experience testing out the letters, I have 40 more that are ready, which I'm eager to deliver. It's beautiful, cloudy, and cool out this morning, so seems like the time to do it. I grab 40 letters and set a timer. It takes me less than 30 minutes, even though I walk straight from my house, and I end up picking up where I left off yesterday, and I inefficiently walk a couple extra blocks around. Still, I'm able to drop 40 letters in less than 30 minutes. I'm like, this shit has got to scale up. We're going to print thousands of these letters and drop them all over the place. I end up telling the guy from my recovery group who's delivering the letters, who I talk to later, that he inspired me to want to deliver a bunch of these myself. Paying him to do it, it's like, what the fuck am I doing? I might as well get out there and do them too.
And I enjoy today actually getting to step into people's space a little bit. Every home has a distinct energy and a feel to it. Some of the homes smell nasty, some of the homes give me the impression they play a lot of video games, others of the home feel like it's very bright energy, like there's a real loving person or family in them. Others feel very materialistic and sad, even though they're polished on the outside. Every house has a unique feeling, and this is oddly enough satisfying my desire for novel experiences and going and seeing new things. It's amazing how often we see the exact same streets and roads and almost everything. When I used to walk my dog in a neighborhood I lived in before, I mean, I'd walk the same houses, the same route all the time. I never stepped foot into the front yards or up to the doors of most of those houses. And it actually feels surprisingly good to go and walk into the energy of all these different houses. I'm looking forward to doing a lot more of this. And I'm excited to get my stamp in the mail. I'm hoping that I'll get a notification that I've got another date lined up, but no such luck today.
My friend who wants to record his book, who we've already done a lot of it, cancels and says he isn't feeling good. I'm tempted to send a bit of a critical message back, but I'm like, whatever. He's having a medical procedure soon, which in my belief I disagree with, but then I'm not a doctor. So I'm like, whatever. He doesn't seem interested in being talked out of it, or he's putting so much of his faith and his energy into having it, that it's going to somehow save him. And I don't want to disturb any of his belief. And I sure as hell hope it works. At the same time, from most of what I've seen, my belief is the odds are it's not going to work, at least for the long term, and the body's going to suffer. I had a lot of tooth surgeries. I mean, a lot. I had a good bit of dental work and braces and, you know, oral surgery to move teeth around. And I'm really grateful for that. That's paid off a lot. At the same time, you know, those weren't that invasive. The teeth were right there. Going into your body is a bit different. But what do I know? I tell him that, you know, I hope we can get back to his book when he's done.
And I reflect that, man, I have an abundance of time today and I'm going to use it. I go to a recovery meeting right in the middle of time as I'm getting to work on the letter again to see if we can make an even better version of it. I enjoy the meeting and it's another third step meeting. I talk about how I'm God again and I'm like, I got to tweak this message a little bit better because it seems like it's not being received that well. I then, after the meeting wrap up, head back home and I'm looking forward to tennis later. I had a big salad for breakfast today. And that is so filling. It sustains me from when I ate it at 9 a.m. most of the way through until starting tennis at 4 p.m.
I go to work revising the letter, spending hours going through and trying to get the absolute best version of letter I can. After all, if I'm going to hand out thousands of these, this should pack every emotional punch I've got. All the material I've come up with in the past should all be worked in here as best and as smooth as it can. By the time it's time to go play tennis, I'm like, holy shit, this letter kills it. It has a very clear flow from having the person imagine their book. And then I've got two people dying early in it, which is an incredible emotional hook. So it starts off with a couple paragraphs. You know, imagine holding a book with your name on the cover. And then, you know, if you think your life story isn't interesting, I promise there are people who it matters deeply. You know, then we'll talk about my dad dying and how I wished he'd written a book. I talk about how many people assume they'll write their story someday, but it usually doesn't happen. Talk about my friend from college who wouldn't have figured he needed to write his life story in his mid-30s. He's dead now, and his stories mostly went with him. I then introduce myself and talk about how I live here near St. Petersburg, Florida. I've got 32 books published, mentioned on Fn Myself, and my book. Then I dive beyond preserving your legacy into reflection and how writing my story helped me to stay sober. Then I talk about how easy it is for me to help someone write a book. And I transition smoothly into saying that I learned these skills during my career as a content creator, where I handle the objections people have about, well, shit, I'm already uploading all this stuff online, so why bother with a book? And the key line is that a book gathers the most meaningful parts of life into one place. And instead of thousands of disconnected posts or clips, it becomes a story someone can sit down and truly understand.
My next paragraph hits nice saying after uploading over 10,000 videos online, I can tell you I learned the hard way that books endure while digital media often does not. The paragraph concludes saying nearly all the videos, blog posts, podcast episodes, status updates, and pictures I uploaded in the last 15 years are gone today. Then I transition into, you know, the kind of book you could have. Share my friend's book as an example. Then I wrap it up and this time I add the pricing in to help people not even waste their time going to my website and to say, look, 90 minute sessions, 3 for $310, or 10 sessions for $2500. If you know you want a complete life story, I have my phone number and a P.S. on there. I'm like, this letter fucking slaps. Like this letter is awesome. And I'm really proud of it.
I then, did I mention yesterday that the woman I'd been seeing actually sent me a message back? I think I forgot that. So I'm going to cover that here in case I didn't. So yesterday, she sent me a message saying she's been busy with doctor's appointments. She's hurt. She can't do massage. She won't need her website or any of that. And she said she'll reach out in the future if she wants to go down that path. I said, thank you for the update. I'm sorry to hear you're injured and not doing massage again. I hope your healing goes well and the website will be there for six more months if you change your mind. And then the last part I felt a little vulnerable but honest, like, if you ever have any availability, meet up for ice cream to catch up, let me know. Do you think I got a message back in 24 hours on that? Nope. And that's okay, because I feel good. Like, I'd love to meet up with her and catch up with her, and that's just being real with you.
I go to tennis today at the tennis club right after I feel like I've polished off this draft to be like the most incredible shit I've written before and ready to give out to tens of thousands of households in this area to crush it, to build my business up. I go to the tennis club. My guy's a little late, so I warm up with a tennis partner. And the one woman who's joining us today played last week, maybe I'll get to play with her today. And I'm so grateful to be able to do some mixed singles, which is awesome. They didn't have like any of that at the other club. And it's nice to play with the women as well as the men to not feel segregated. We then start playing the matches. I go warm up a few serves and my guy gets there. He's ready, since he's late, to just jump straight into it, and he beats me 5-0 without warming up. I mean, there was one or two games I was close to a win, but he puts so much spin on his shots. Like, everything's just donking off my racket. He's cranking out a fast serve, even double faults twice one game, and I still can't fucking get it done. My shots are at a record level of horrible. Like my whole arm just fell off. Speaking of which, the tendons in the arm are still pretty tight. I'm like, you think I can just keep playing on this without a problem and it'll just heal up? Because I sure hope so. That's pretty much the approach I'm taking right now.
After he beats me, then we just hit some, and even my hitting so shitty, but it's okay, I'm on the loser court, and the guy who lost the match in the middle court comes over to play me. We have a nice back and forth. He has a hard serve but I end up getting it back on some returns, and he is struggling just like I'm struggling. So he ends up beating me like 5-3, which it was at least nice to give him a little competition. I'm supposed to stay on the loser court and play the girl that's there, but for some reason they don't want to have the two guys rematch again, so they swap me and him. The guy I go to play is a tennis partner I haven't played before. Now, I've seen this guy play some pretty good tennis and he won his way up to the winner court last time. So I'm thinking this guy is going to wreck me today. And somehow he just shits the bed on almost every one of his shots. And I beat him 5-1. Like this doesn't even feel like winning. This is like I'm just watching him play worse than me, and it's actually triggering my empathy. I'm like, I feel you, bro. I know what that's like to play that bad. That's how I was just playing before. I start cranking some of my shots and some of my serves start going in really nicely with some power, and I win some points on him with my serve and with damn near everything else. He then picks up as we start hitting afterwards, and he wins a few more games after it's already over.
Then it's 6 o'clock suddenly, and it's time to head out. I brush the courts, and the only thing worse than my tennis game today was my court brushing. Turns out if you brush in circles, it doesn't work so well. Note to self, don't brush a clay tennis court in circles. It's so much harder. You just go up and down like it's a lawnmower. It's so much easier. I get everything loaded into the car and I head back home. I get home and I have some noodles for dinner, some bean noodles. And then shower. I'm going to talk to my sponsor on the way back. I'd been chewing on the idea of going to a strip club for some validation, and I looked up some reviews earlier, but the more I read the more it just felt gross and like a waste of money I don't have, and honestly part of me is still curious but mostly I just hope I can find some better things to do with my life. At least I talked to my sponsor about it, and I'm telling you about it.
After I shower, I go to work editing my old journaling. I roll through shit, like at least 30, maybe 40,000 words that I've been meaning to go through for a while, and it feels so good to catch up on it. I calculate that if I can catch up on seven days of these every day, that'll only take me a couple of weeks to get current, and then I'd probably have at least two, if not three more that I could publish in the next few weeks also, which would be awesome to get caught up on these before I start getting clients. As I'm halfway through editing, I start thinking I should go out for a walk along Crescent Lake. Maybe something interesting will happen. I should grab my books too in case any of them are gone from the little free library. So I picked a couple of books out. I walked a long way before going by the free library. I say hi to a few people. I sit down on a couple of the benches. And nothing interesting happens as far as I can see. Except I start to get rained on right at the very end of it. And then it downpours as soon as I walk into the house. Like, that was cool. Like, I literally had perfect timing on that.
I finished listening finally to Braiding Sweetgrass, which I swear I've been borrowing from the Libby app, which borrows audiobooks from the library, off and on for like six months, finally finished that book. And it leaves me feeling like my life is in the right place right now. It seems kind of hopeless to, you know, as bad as things are with the environment and society today, but at the same time, it's like, what can I do about it? Well, I think people telling our stories, preserving our wisdom, and focusing on in-person connection with people is one of the most important things we can do today. And me reaching out to people to write books, especially that have the money they can afford to do something like this, I think this is the best thing I can come up with to serve the planet today and to be useful to people. Thus, that's the best I can think to do for my part.
After I have a little walk, I also print out 100 copies of the letter, upgrade my print subscription, and am thinking I'll go to bed before 11 tonight, get a little caught up on my sleep, and I'm glad I've actually got this recorded before bedtime. It is amazing to go back through my old journaling and to edit it and to read how I had something so clearly figured out three months ago, which then I wandered all over and tested. I had very clearly the idea that I should just put letters in people's door cracks or on their front porch and offer my services to help them write their book. I think the letter I have today for it is absolutely masterful. And I guess it's a logical progression that I tried mailing them, which didn't work for shit, and I tried a weak, basically salesy letter. This one fucking kills, and I'm really excited to use it, and it's so much faster to crank this out and deliver it, and so much cheaper as long as I'm not paying somebody to deliver it. I also loved being able to read back the days where I decided where to live, deciding, thinking for a few days I was going to live in Michigan, then thinking for a couple of days I was going to live in Tampa. Then the day I looked at downtown apartments and then the day I found the house I'm in right now and rented it is absolutely magical. Like, man, I'm so glad I documented all this stuff. I'm so glad I've got all this. And, you know, if there's one thing I'd tell my younger self, it's like, get into writing, write your whole life the whole time no matter what's happening, write it down honestly and get everybody else in your life to write too.
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