Big update over here. We’re pregnant. We’ve known for a while, but this past week we finally shared it with everyone outside of the family. It’s been one of those “we’ve been holding this close” seasons. Excited, grateful, and honestly just soaking it in. I also showed up for some student athletes that competed over the weekend, and a scheduled date night with my wife. I often get asked how do I have the time to do all these things. I sometimes miss the mark, but I remind myself that you don't get time, you make time. I have things that are really important to me so I press through. I also find time to slow down. This is a season in which I try to be mindful of this concept. As I slow down into the new year, I’m trying to carry that with me. Less rushing. More presence. More gratitude. More enjoying what’s right in front of me. New baby on the way. Full heart. Big season ahead. What are you slowing down for as we head into the new year?

Thanksgiving just passed. And if you're like most people, you spent some time thinking about what you're grateful for. Your family. Your health. Your job. The roof over your head. The good things. That's easy. Gratitude is easy when life is good. Here's the harder question: What are you grateful for that didn't feel good? What struggle shaped you? What failure taught you? What hard moment made you who you are? Because gratitude isn't just about the wins. It's about the whole experience. The falls. The setbacks. The moments you didn't think you'd get through.That's where the real growth is. And if you can find gratitude there, you unlock something most people never do. I struggle with this. I'm constantly trying to improve myself. Always pushing. Always looking for what's next. What needs to be better. Where I'm falling short. It's exhausting. This weekend gave me an opportunity to slow down. To actually reflect on the progress I've made. The people I'm grateful for. The day-to-day challenges that grow me. The demand I put on myself? That's part of what shapes me. The pressure. The expectations. The constant push to be better. I used to think that was a problem. But it's the fuel. The struggle isn't something to fix. It's something to be grateful for. Because without it, I wouldn't be who I am. I wouldn't have built what I've built. I wouldn't have the relationships I have. I wouldn't have learned what I've learned. The hard moments? They're not interruptions. They're part of the experience. The Stoics called it amor fati. Love your fate. Not just accept it. Love it. All of it. Marcus Aurelius said, "The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way." The obstacle isn't blocking your path. It is the path. Buddhism teaches that suffering is the teacher. You don't grow in comfort. You grow in discomfort. In struggle. In the moments that break you open and force you to rebuild. Nietzsche said, "He who has a why to live can bear almost any how."

I have a hard time taking vacations. I'm always moving. Always pushing. Always looking for what's next. Slowing down doesn't come naturally to me. This past weekend, I packed up the whole family, including the dog. We drove from Wisconsin to St. Louis to pick up Eli and Logan, then headed down to The Smoky Mountains. For a few days, I slowed down. Vacations bring their own type of chaos. Long car rides. Kids in the backseat. Constant movement. Stops for gas, food, bathroom breaks, every couple hours. It's not what most people call relaxing. Tennessee gives me something different. A chance to slow down. Physically and mentally. To take things in. To reflect. To enjoy the time with family and just be present. Driving through the mountains, I had to be present. Every turn, every steep angle. You have to hug the curves. Slow down, pay attention, and while I'm focused on the road, the Smoky Mountains are right there. Stretching out in front of me. Layers of blue and gray fading into the distance. You can't rush through mountains. You have to respect the terrain. Move with it. Stay present. And when you do, you get the view. I'm ready to get back to the academy. Training. Coaching. Teaching. Impacting. This trip gave me something I needed. The views. The mountains. A little bit of Tennessee "shine" and memories of southern living. I'm from Gainesville, Florida. Being down south brings me back. It's a different kind of recharge. I spend most of my time pushing. Building. Growing. Improving. That's who I am. That's what I do. But if I don't take time to slow down, I lose perspective. I lose sight of what I'm building for. My family. These moments. This life. Vacations aren't escapes. They're reminders. Why you work so hard. What matters. Being present with the people who matter most. I'm not good at slowing down. But I'm learning it's not weakness. It's necessary. You can't show up powerfully if you never stop to refuel. So here's my challenge. When's the last time you slowed down? Not because you were forced to. Because you chose to.