* I started 2020 by taking part in the Michael Hyatt BusinessAccelerator program. You know, before 2020 made many of us question whether there was any business left to accelerate. What you are about to read was written before the world shut down, but I think it is still fitting and hopefully helpful to a handful of you out there.

I love hearing kids playing together and getting into hilarious (and often maddening) arguments. Inevitably, the phrase “You're not the boss of me!” gets blurted out a time or two and it always makes me chuckle.
You’re not the boss of me. In the case of the kiddos, that’s probably very true. It gets a little more complicated in different contexts, like school and work. Or... does it?

“It’s simple. You just (fill in the blank .)”

How many times have you heard this? Better yet, how many times have you said it? We like to reduce entire ideas and systems into prescriptive statements, a bullet-pointed list to check off and turn in for a gold star.

Today, I am 40.
I have been told (and have often felt like) I have been 40 since I was 6. But now I am officially, unequivocally 40 years old, and I have some thoughts about it.

This is the story of Oh Dry Those Tears, and how Amber Humphries and I decided to pick up a long-lost love once more. I’ll keep this brief because I mostly just want to let you know about the song we’re releasing this weekend. But it really is a catalyst to reigniting a flame that was started in me and Amber over 5 years ago.

These days the Sheltons are making two pots of coffee. We’re starting school a little later and eating a lot more carbs. The wildlife around the house has always been active, but it seems in an all out explosion over the last few weeks. It is a hard time; it is a good time. These are true in equal measure, and this is uncomfortable.