Sometimes I’ll whisper “thank you” while cleaning the chicken coop with my wife or watching our cats run around the backyard. There’s a unique gratification I’ve found in providing for others. It’s a sense of purpose that I’ve never experienced before, but it feels right. 

In the offseason when coaching high school football slows down and our farmers market obligations finish, I spend countless hours in the studio. 

Reflecting. 

Experimenting. 

Chasing connection instead of spotlights. 

Genuine inspiration and creativity feels like a landline to God. Looking back, I guess things started to fall into place when I stopped waiting for a call and just picked up the phone. 

Since then, I’ve witnessed Nas touch a Grammy at 48 and Dre quarterback the Super Bowl at 56. So maybe the best is yet to come. Until then, peace.