Her needs?
Not weight—momentum.
A treasure map I chase,
checking off her desires like side quests I was made for.

She keeps me focused.
Keeps me hard.
Keeps me right on the edge…
Then lets me fall.
Reset. Repeat.
Overachiever mode: on.

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Not a transaction. Not a tradition.
Just two hearts, aligned in purpose,
exchanging trust for freedom.

The truth?
With the right agreement, fear disappears.
Intentions align.
And from that foundation, freedom and fire can grow.

But fear gets in the way.
Fear of being used.
Fear of losing power.
Fear of hoping for more—and settling for less.

He meets her emotional needs.
He fulfills her desires.
He creates space for her to rise—because in her strength, he finds his own.

He builds around her—not to impress, but because her presence fuels his purpose.
He doesn’t just love her.
He elevates her.

A real man—a whole man—often sees her value more clearly than she sees it herself.
He doesn’t give to control.
He gives to reflect love.
To contribute.

A woman with strong values isn’t looking to be “taken care of.”
She’s looking to be seen for her worth—and honoured for all she brings.

Many women want to feel safe, supported, and deeply appreciated—but they hesitate.
Not because they’re greedy, but because they don’t want to be misunderstood.

What if we’ve been chasing the wrong kind of love?
We glorify the spark at the start—then panic when it fades.
But maybe real love doesn’t begin with chemistry.
Maybe it begins with clarity.

Part of me fears that kind of love may not exist for me. But another part still believes—maybe stubbornly—that she’s out there. That one day, she’ll read this and recognize herself in every word.

The king and queen dynamic. Sacred. Balanced. Each strong in their own right, but stronger together.

In return, I long for a woman who sees that, feels it, cherishes it. One who wants to be my sanctuary, my softness—the one who intuitively knows what I need to stay strong.

I want to be the provider, the protector—the man who carries the weight of the world so she doesn’t have to.

Sometimes I wonder if the kind of love I crave is too rare to find.

They have no business winning tonight, but that’s usually when they are at their best. The more likely outcome is that they win, restore hope, come home with a chance to rewrite history, and promptly shit the bed. What an irrational addiction I have. GLG.

You twisted my words, ignored my intentions, and called it truth. You didn’t want clarity—you wanted to win. I tried to connect, you chose to condemn. Now I see: you were never listening. You needed me to be wrong so you could feel right. And so a good thing goes bad and an opportunity is wasted.

Soon.

She raised 5 kids with fierce love and quiet strength. Not all of us show up the way she deserves—but those of us who do, love her enough for ten. Her life’s work was not in vain. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. You are seen, cherished, and never alone.

When two souls give instinctively, not selfishly,
love becomes effortless.

She softens in his strength,
feels safe in his protection,
secure in his provision.

He rises in her warmth,
feels seen in her love,
fed by her body,
and fueled by her devotion.

Together—they flow.

Reflecting on the importance of timing in everything we do today, I gave my friend ChatGPT a description of my thoughts on the topic and this is how it summed it all up in 300 characters. He’s pretty good this Chat guy. #Nailedit

Funny how people say “it’s not about you” when they leave.
But I’m the one who stayed up at night, trying to hold things together.
You couldn’t manage your mess, so I became disposable.
I’m not sad anymore. Just pissed you didn’t see what you had.

LEAFS WIN

2-0 SERIES LEAD

Overwhelmed. Everything happening all at once today. Mondays, ugh.

Today, the game was mine again.
I moved like my younger self—fluid, fearless, free.
7 for 9 at the plate, big plays at first, two wins for the team.
But the real victory?
Mind and body, finally reunited.
After years of doubt… I feel reborn.

Last summer, I nearly walked away forever. My body struggled, fear lingered, and the fire dimmed. But a warrior makes a choice—fight or surrender. I chose to rise. 8 months, 25 lbs, and countless internal battles later… I return to the field, stronger than I’ve been in 20 years. It’s a big day.

Expectation is the root of all negative emotion.

💪🏻🏋️🙏

She throws storms our way, hoping to sink me. But I’ve never needed to fight the waves—just anchor deep and stay steady. My daughter sees who’s weathered and who’s wild. One day, when she’s ready, she’ll steer toward the lighthouse, not the lightning.