It still amazes me how many people overlook the power of the marketing funnel. Most folks want to skip straight to the end they throw money at ads on Television, Facebook, Instagram, or LinkedIn, and then wonder why they’reÉ
Looking West – “There s a feeling I get when I look to the West.And my spirit is crying for leaving” – Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. Leave it behind. Run to nature. Run to the wild. Return to Spirit. For anyone who loves openÉ
Last weekend, my mom passed away. She was 86. Losing someone you love always makes you pause. You reflect on their life. And, if you’re lucky, you reflect on your own too who you are, how you got here, and…
The passing of a loved one is always hard especially when it s a parent. As I write, I am processing the loss of my mom. Before her passing, I served as both her financial and healthcare power of attorney. Now, I m…
Creative ideas hit me at the strangest times middle of the night, out adventuring, driving, half-asleep, or just listening to music. They never show up when I m ready . That s the thing about ideas: they re wild. Fleeting. If you don t grab them…
Tucked into the western mountains of Maine, right off Route 17 in the small town of Byron, you’ll find Coos Canyon a rugged, glacially-carved slice of wilderness that feels surprisingly raw for being so easy to access. It’s one…
There s a line from the Led Zeppelin song Over the Hills and Far Away that s always hit me in the chest: Many, many men can t see the open road. To me, that s the perfect analogy those not able to see a creative vision. The open roadÉ
The other day, I got a call from my daughter, who just started her first year of college in Tennessee. She was buzzing with excitement telling me how much she was enjoying her first week of classes. She’s majoring…
Most people have heard the terms bull market and bear market, but fewer know where the names come from. As a local and remote financial advisor and educator, I like to to use analogies. Here s a quick overview before we…
On a hike through the Beartooth wilderness, I came across a dry riverbed. The stones were perfectly rounded, shaped by thousands of years of water rushing over them. You could almost hear the ghost of the river that had…
