Iām mean we only saw one pack of barracudas, a 100 year old turtle and there wass a slight chance some sharks would show up š¤·āāļø
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Not everyone is going to agree with thisā¦
But your camera roll is one of the most valuable things you own.
Have you ever scroll back through your photos and felt the emotion of the moment or video you captured?
Thereās nothing that beats it.
Photos donāt just save memories.
They save emotions.
Trips.
Late nights.
Dancing.
The body you built from training.
The people who were there.
Thats why it was never about posting anything.
It was giving your future self a way to relive and feel the moment again.
4 years ago, Mexico was the first place that made remote work feel real to meā¦
I wasnāt just seeing people on vacation.
I was seeing people living free.
Working for themselves.
Building online.
Living abroad.
Creating a life that actually looked like theirs.
And that experience stayed with me.
Now Iām back in Mexico.
Not to āstart over.ā
Not to escape.
Not to reinvent myself.
Iām back with more experience, more clarity, and a much deeper belief in whatās possible now.
Because Iāve spent the last few years behind the scenes with coaches, founders, influencers, creators, and community owners across all kinds of industries.
Fitness.
Health.
Lifestyle.
Education.
Personal brands.
Online communities.
Crypto.
I believe thisā¦
Weāre living in a time where someone can take a real passion, a real skill, a real obsession and turn it into something that pays them well.
Not by building a machine that burns them out.
But by building something simple.
Something smart.
Something supported by AI and systems.
Something that lets them make money without being trapped by the thing they built.
Thatās the mission Iām locked in on over the next 3 months.
To build this page out around my passions.
To share the process, insights and experiences.
To talk more openly about what Iām learning, what Iām building, and what I believe.
This wonāt be for everyone.
But it is for the person who knows they have more in them.
The one with real skills.
Real passion.
Real value to offer others.
This is the mission for the next 3 months and if you want to see what happens at the end, follow along š«¶āļø
One thing I never told anyone before was the story about how I ended up with a deep water phobia on a trip to Los Cabos, Mexicoā¦
Circa 2012 I won a trip to Cabo at my first door-to-door sales job.
One day after some drinks, we decided to rent some jet skis.
We raced around the bay, ripped toward the famous rock formation on the horizon, hitting jumps along the way.
Time flew by and the group started heading backā¦
but I wanted one last look.
So I turned the jet ski around and just as I was making my way backā¦
It died.
Out of gas.
Reserve tank?
Empty.
No one noticed.
They were gone.
So there I was, stranded in the middle of the bay.
I took the life jacket off, dangled my feet in the water.
Justā¦ floating and chilling.
Knowing, āsomeone will comeā, but for now let me catch some rays.
20ā30 minutes later, they found me.
When I got back and told the story, someone said:
āBroā¦ you know there are sharks out there, right?ā
*pause*
I sobered up instantly.
That moment stayed with me for over a decade.
Boats made me tense.
Open water made me uncomfortable.
Even on a Mediterranean cruise, I wouldnāt go near the edge.
I said no to things I wouldāve lovedā¦
Because of something that never actually happened.
Until one dayā¦ it wasnāt.
I pushed myself in.
And what I found on the other side of that fear wasnāt dangerā¦
It was one of the most peaceful, beautiful experiences of my life.
And thatās when it clicked:
Nothing in Cabo created the fear.
The STORY I attached to it did.
Fear has a long memory.
But most of the timeā¦
Itās remembering a version of the story that never actually happened which makes the fear bigger than what it really was.
And what I realized was thisā¦
The best moments of my life have all been on the other side of stories that felt realā¦ but werenāt.
And we can change that story at anytime, to anything.
