To My Daughters

To my daughters,

If you’re reading this, then maybe you’re older now, old enough to be curious about who your dad was before things made sense, or maybe while they still didn’t.

This space, is partly for me. But it’s mostly for you.

I’ve spent years chasing clarity through music, technology, building things, and breaking others. But underneath all of it has always been the same question:

How do I build a life that matters?

You two are the reason that question isn’t theoretical anymore.

Everything I learn about creativity, systems, failure, focus, love, and disciplinem I want to pass on. Not as rules. Not as a manual. Just as signals. Data. Glimpses into what it looked like when I tried to live deliberately.

This blog will be messy. Honest. Full of experiments and contradictions. But if there’s one thing I hope you find here, it’s this:

You don’t need to have it all figured out. You just need to show up, pay attention, and keep moving toward what feels right.

I love you more than anything I’ll ever create. This is just me trying to leave a trail.

– Dad