This piece comes out of years of lived work, not theory. It reflects patterns I’ve seen while building and learning alongside the BLUPRNT ecosystem, the founders, operators, and investors who showed me what actually holds under pressure, and the many quiet collaborators who chose judgment over noise along the way. It also connects directly to…
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I’m thinking of a path as I write this, not a dramatic one, just a narrow mountain trail where your breath settles into rhythm and your thoughts stop announcing themselves so loudly. You’ve been walking it longer than you planned to. Long enough that the question of whether you chose it or were placed on…
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The Factory That Can’t Be Explained The image that keeps returning for me is the end of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, that quiet, almost awkward moment when everything is finally revealed. The factory doesn’t go to the smartest adult, the most disciplined one, or the person with the best explanations for how it…
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Don’t read this fast.No no.Too fast. You’re already doing it wrongand we’ve only just started. Slow down your eyes,you slippery reader,you skimmy-page-skipping,meaning-misleader. I can tell by the tiltof your eyeballing headyou’re trying to “get it”instead of be read. Now don’t interrupt.Yes, you did.Just then. You thought, “It’s just nonsense.”I heard that, my friend. Now Tweedle…
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Did you ever seea Tweedle Beetlesit in a puddleand ponder the puddlewhile puddling his feetand beetling his beetlein a muddle of middle-ish thought? Well, Tweedle did. Tweedle Beetle sat in a puddle.Not a big puddle.Not a deep puddle.Just a right-sized, beetle-approved puddle. But the moment he sat,another beetle said,“Hey! Why’s that beetleinside that puddle?” And…
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The first article I ever wrote started with a simple story. A parent sitting in a chair, trying to watch television, a child playing nearby, noise building, patience thinning. The parent tears a newspaper, the image of the world scattered across the floor, and tells the child to put it back together and be quiet.…
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O my soul, how many masks you have worn,how many voices you have carried that were not your own.And yet you continue,beating in the dark rooms of houses where misunderstanding echoes,walking the long roads between hurt and becoming,breathing beneath burdens someone else named for you. I speak now to the man who has traveled these…
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An Article of Hope for Families, Leaders, and the Ones Carrying More Than They Can Say Out Loud Note: This is my 100th article, a demonstration of work that is un noticed, and the weight we all carry. Little did I know with my first article, what the world, God, and now as you consider…
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