October is a month of hard. Hard days, busy schedules, birthdays, fitness, work. I’ve certainly experienced this first hand. Many I’ve spoken with have as well. It’s the seasonal changes. Getting kicked a bit in the teeth, shit in by others, snapped at by loved ones happen. Doesn’t mean we have to take any of it. We talk a lot about tools to manage stress. The breath work, the journals, the malas, the gratitude. These are tools to help us prepare to absorb the hard days. Just like a good pair of running shoes. They don’t make you run faster, train harder, feel better… the reality is those new shoes will give your feet blisters too if you go too far.. too fast.. without properly breaking them in. However, if you walk in them before you run.. those shoes will absorb the efforts.. the impacts.. the distances you put yourself and feet through. Remember calm is not the absence of chaos. It’s learning, using, and practicing with the right tools for you to absorb the efforts and the impacts of the road each day. Now go create some miles and bring back some stories to tell.

Hey guys. Just wanted to touch base. Life has been weird but it is good. Thank you for your grace and your guidance. I am very fortunate to live the life I have. Somedays I get it right. Other days....well....somedays I get it right.... I am coming into a bit of an awakening in my life and seeing things much clearer. Groups like this have been instrumental in my journey. Thank you for being here for men. It is an honour to be a small part of this.

Words give life and power to ideas, people, events.. Stories tell of life’s day to day experiences People hold on to stories to help describe themselves. Does holding into painful stories and reliving them help us or hinder us? Do the words of the pain in that story continue to have power?

Hey guys. Nothing too heavy but, man, do I feel defeated today. I just can't with this fucking world today. I am so sick of having to pay for a society that is actively trying to do away with me. Why do I have to give a shit for every special interest, left wing, indigenous or rainbow nazi group on a soapbox while my beliefs and core values are summarily dismissed or, worse, actively persecuted? Fucking tired.

Kissed By God… There are times, days, moments that something so beautiful or special occurs that is indescribable. The feeling of unbelievable joy, a view worth as many words ever made but you can’t speak one if them… The feeling of grief or let down that just cripples you … To feel such indescribable things are gifts…