This is where the thoughts spill over. Unpolished. Unfiltered. Occasionally uncomfortable. I write like I create—curious, observant, sometimes a little sideways. One part strategy, one part therapy, and one part “did I just say that out loud?”

Expect stories, breakdowns, creative battles, and the occasional rant dressed up as reflection. If you’re looking for something clean and corporate… well, good luck out there.

The Power of Music

The Power of Music

Why Music Owns Memory The power of music. It’s not a new idea. It’s been a universal truth for centuries. But if you’ve lived even a little, you already know this: music doesn’t just fill the silence. It defines the moment. I’m writing this on a window bench at a surf...

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Creativity Is Not What You Think

Creativity Is Not What You Think

Creativity gets defined to death. The Cambridge Dictionary calls it the ability to produce original and unusual ideas. Business books frame it as the power to generate useful solutions. All accurate. All boring. After thirty years in advertising, design, and brand, my...

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Immaturity: My Secret Weapon

Immaturity: My Secret Weapon

I’ve been called immature for most of my life. Sometimes it was an accusation. Sometimes it was a compliment. Sometimes it was both, usually in the same sentence. If immaturity was a martial art, I’d be a 5th Dan black belt in Immaturity-do. And yeah, I’ve trained...

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To My Sons: Be the Difference.

To My Sons: Be the Difference.

You were born into a world that handed you a head start. Whether you saw it or not, whether anyone told you or not. And I need you to know that’s not a guilt trip, it’s a responsibility. I didn’t write this to lecture you. I wrote it because I love you. Because I’ve...

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Love Isn’t Yours to Approve

Love Isn’t Yours to Approve

This weekend was Pride in Victoria. Flags waving, music pulsing through downtown, colours louder than the crosswalks they danced across. And as I stood there, just one man in a sea of joy, I felt it hit me again. This celebration isn’t about politics. It isn’t even...

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Ripples Don’t Ask. They Echo.

Ripples Don’t Ask. They Echo.

I’m sitting here on my deck sipping coffee on a picture-perfect summer morning. My mind is casually drifting between the work projects I have on the go, the things I need to get done around the house, and the endless worry orbiting around a few of my kids (adult kids,...

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We Don’t Evolve From This

We Don’t Evolve From This

We weren’t built for this shit. We evolved to chase food and firelight. To read faces, not timelines. To survive the winter, not the comments section. But somewhere along the way, we got duped. Sold a glossy version of connection that tastes like junk food for the...

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The Lie We Tell About Creativity

The Lie We Tell About Creativity

Somewhere along the line, we decided that “creativity” meant painting sunsets or sculpting something tragic out of stone. We shoved it in a little box labelled “arts,” wrapped it in stereotypes, and started handing out labels like candy. “You’re creative.” “You’re...

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I Don’t Like Looking in the Mirror

I Don’t Like Looking in the Mirror

Let’s get something straight: We talk a lot about confidence, self-love, and “just being yourself”… But if you’ve ever stared in a mirror and wanted to look away, you know it’s not that simple. This one’s personal. Like…punch-you-in-the-gut personal. Self-esteem is a...

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