I built an app called Enact while working on SWELL. It's based on some of the ideas I've been writing about. It's free to use. If you want to try it, here's the link: app.getenact.app

20 years ago today was my first date with my wife. She's inspired by my sense of adventure. I'm grateful she documents our life through obsessive photography. We're not always each other's favorite people. But together we made something neither of us could have alone.

Do something different today than you did yesterday. Repeat it tomorrow.

First a sketch. Then background colors, layers, texture. Then the final details. Only when it's hung on the wall can you fully see what it is.

The highway was a parking lot. It felt like we didn't move for hours. Infuriating. Thankfully, I only ended up being 5 minutes late.

The best thing that ever happened to me was getting some of the worst things out of the way early.

If you collected all the hair you've ever had cut, and piled it in one place, I bet it would take up more space than you do now.

Sometimes I think I’m the bucket. Other times I’m clearly the water.

The instinct that tells you to duck when someone throws a rock is the same one telling you to act like you know what you're doing.

Cook something you have no business making. Walk into a store you'd normally never enter. Take a dance class as a total beginner. None of it matters if it doesn't work out. That's the whole point.

Your long game is just a collection of moments you aren't paying attention to.

When you can name it, you can work with it. Language changes leverage.

My 4 year old niece guessed that I was seventeen years old. When I told her I was a little older than that, she guessed eighteen. No hesitation. Jealous.

The first person out the door in the morning is bound to get some cobwebs in the face. The spiders won't mind if you sleep in.

Comparison is like the Stairmaster. All that effort, same floor.

The easiest decision you'll ever make is talking yourself out of the thing you actually need to do.

I thought if I could make my lawn smaller, I’d spend less time mowing. Now all I do is spread mulch and pull weeds.

It's such a thrill ripping downhill on my bike. Then I think about what it would look like if I wiped out and my fingers jump to the brakes.

Stare in the mirror long enough, and eventually it stops even looking like your own face.

A barbed wire fence keeps the predators out. It also keeps the livestock in.