This is my journal entry from March 5, 2026 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
I predictably started the day off dropping the kids off at school and enjoyed reading my son's book to him this morning, which he was very committed to reading about the Milky Way galaxy. I like when I read it that I add, I'm like, you know, in my view they're just guessing about a lot of this shit. They're just, you know, looking in the sky and some of it they agree on, others, they're just making shit up and guessing. I don't know that the universe is this old or how long all that takes. Like, yes, there's some science, but to me a lot of it's leaps of faith. I get home and I eat and prepare to go to the recovery meeting this morning.
I head there and we're talking about the third step and God. And, you know, I tell people how I'm the creator of my reality. I am God like that in the biggest sense, not this human body individually, which is just a creation of the whole. But who I really am doesn't have a body or a name or a specific mind, spirit, or story. It's just who I really am is that which creates all this. And then all of it is my creation. And that's me too. I feel like I'm going to get strung up on the cross or something after sharing like this sometimes. And there's a really pretty girl. I was hoping to impress her. But she didn't seem very impressed with what I had to say. She's on step three. And I also said step three is simple. It's like maybe you just do the third step prayer and make a decision to continue with step four and commit to doing step five. Like this is not something that's difficult or needs to be debated or understood. Like it's just a decision to do the rest of the steps in the simplest form. And then it deepens going further.
After the meeting, I head to my last personal training session with my personal trainer. He has an interesting story with the girl he's dating. And I tell him about everything that's gone on over the last week. Our time flies by. He has me do some legs and some arms because I'm playing tennis later and I don't want to get too wore out. I come back home and I had given my friend from my recovery group some of the envelopes to deliver. In fact, I'd paid him $300 and gave him 250 envelopes to deliver. And I'm at home. I'm eating my lunch and I'm thinking, you know, fuck it. Like, I should be delivering these myself. Like, if he could do it every day, it'd cost me $3,000 a month to pay him to deliver all these envelopes. I'm like, you know, that's a significant amount of money at this point. Whereas I can print one of these out for 20 cents by myself and deliver it. And I'm just getting curious. I'm like, how long would it take to actually do this? So after lunch, I set a timer. I start off, I print on the envelopes, I print the letters themselves, I sign them, I fold them, I stick them in the envelopes. And it takes a little over 20 minutes to do all of that.
Then I'm like, all right, let's test and see how long it takes to deliver these 40 envelopes. I get the 40 envelopes, all of them in hand, and I walk around and drop 40 envelopes around my neighborhood. While I'm doing that, a neighbor a block down stops me thinking that I'm the yard guy. But I end up talking to him about writing his life story. And it turns out like this guy is the perfect demographic to work with me. He does not have his life story written. And he appears to have plenty of money where he could easily spend like ten thousand to have his life story written. And that wouldn't be any big deal to him from what I can see. And I'm like, this is great. Like now he's got a letter explaining this. Talked to him and my landlords for a total of about 15 minutes, and I come back and the timer says less than an hour, like 58 minutes. I'm like, holy shit. Like, that means it's only taking me about a minute per letter, maybe a little over that. I'm like, shit, I need to be humping 100 of these letters a day, which that should take me about two hours to print the letters, stuff the letters, especially if I make my process more efficient.
From here, I'm committed that I want to give out personally at least 10,000 of these letters. It'll be fun for me to walk the city, to get to know the neighborhoods, to feel the energy of all these different people's houses. And it feels good to deliver a letter that I really believe in. It feels better than delivering a book or some of those earlier letters like this. I feel really good about delivering this letter and this hits different. I'm really excited that if I deliver 100 letters a day over the next 100 days on average, that'll be 10,000 letters to 10,000 households. I can have relative certainty that I'll be fully booked or close to it or making a full-time income, which would be half booked, by delivering these letters. All I need to do is print them and deliver them. That leaves me feeling full of hope with a clear plan.
I wrap up the letters and I head to my singles match at the tennis club with a tennis partner. He says I should just hop into the clinic even though I've canceled my membership. But I'm like, I talk too much for something like that. Like if somebody who didn't share about their life with everybody so much, you know, that might work for them. But this is too small. You know, I guarantee you someone's going to know that I canceled. And I don't want to feel awkward. Plus, it looks like it's going to rain. And he whooped the ass of the two previous people before me. So I'm like, let's just get this over with. So we go over the court he booked. He wins the first five games, although a couple of more close than I was, you know, within range of winning. But he's in his 60s, too, which I just find is so inspiring. He moves, you know, better than most 40 year old men do on the court, you know, especially non-tennis playing men. And his shots are great and accurate. I finally get one win in the sixth game, and then he wins the set 6-1. He wins the next set 6-0, but there were a couple of games where I just had to win one more point to win. And we had a lot of good rallies.
I get warmed up. And what's nice is he's beating me so thoroughly, I stop caring at all about score or, you know, I start just playing and going for harder shots. And some of the points I get on him are, you know, hard shots. I crank like right down the line, like really good shots. And I'm like, man, I need to try and do more of those. So then I'll get better and better. Usually I play too conservative because I'm afraid of losing. And I miss all those shots. And I still lose trying to hit more conservative ones. I should just go for the better shots. And the more I practice them, the more I'll be able to do them. I have a nice talk with him. He lets me know the guy who was the director of the tennis club's gone now, which is crazy. Like they just got rid of the last one a few months ago. And I feel really good with my tennis club membership today.
I stop at my mother's house on the way home. And this time I give her a nice clear boundary. I'm like, hey, mom, I'll spend 15 minutes with you. Then I need to go home and eat. So I spend 15 minutes hanging out, talking to my mother. Then I head back home and have dinner. After dinner, I'm thinking, you know, if I'm going to give out 10,000 copies of this letter, I could try and get the letter a little bit better. Like that first version was good enough to give out a few hundred copies, but I want something that's like rock solid to put in, you know, thousands of households. The first letter was a nice draft. I think we can do better than that. So I go through and make some edits to the letter and then I'm figuring out how to optimize the process. The most annoying part of the process right now is trying to print manually on every envelope. I asked ChatGPT what to do and it says I should get a stamp. I'm like, nice, I wouldn't have thought of that. So I go through and end up staying up a little late until like 11:30 and then buying a stamp, a three and a half by four inch stamp that now I can just stamp the outside of the envelopes. That should take at least 10 seconds per envelope off of the time to produce it, which is the single biggest area of inefficiency. Like taking off 10 seconds is a huge time saver across, you know, tens of thousands of houses. You'd be looking at hours and hours of time saved. And that feels really good.
I'm going to bed. I'm grateful that I'm so excited for the future of this business plan. I wish I'd heard from the matchmaker, but nothing yet. And I'm thinking about how many exciting things could come my way that I'm ready for, that I'm in position for. All these seeds I'm planting are going to produce a beautiful harvest. At the same time, I scream a little bit before bed because sometimes I really hate the idea that I'm God and I'm infinite and that no matter what happens, I'll always exist. Like to me, that just seems like the most horrible thing you can possibly imagine. That truly, there's no beginning, there's no end. I'm infinite. I'm immortal. I can't die. I remember as a kid, I used to hate that thought more than any other thought. And while that's the thought that gives me so much power, to me, that's also the most horrible thought in the world.
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