I came here to write a blog post, completely unaware of how shocked I’d be by the previous one.

I had no idea what I was going to run into 3–4 months later. Zero idea. And there’s no way you could have convinced me I’d take an absolutely massive, insane pivot. No chance.

A few hours ago, I was explaining to my wife how much adrenaline is coursing through my veins because of the nature of this journey. The two months following my last post, I felt like quitting—time after time after time. But something kept me up late every night: that nagging sense, “I’m called to this. I don’t know where I’m going, but it has to happen.”

I’ve joked with her while watching shows or movies, “I feel like this is a multiverse and we just happen to be in the one universe where they survive, because the chances are so low.” And today I said, “That’s how I feel about how we got here and where we’re going. Nothing’s even truly happened yet, but I’m already riding that one scenario where the odds were so low that we have to see it through to the end.”

God gave everything so far—the ideas, the people, the encouragement, the resources, the opportunities, the conversations. All of it. God put something in my chest, and a large part of me knows I’ll go insane if I don’t get it out. I have to. I don’t have an option.

In a few months I’ll be stepping into the world’s arena—the market as a whole. The big stage. I feel like a David going up against a Goliath.

And I’m so pumped.

I need it.

I want it.

The journey is about to get brutal, and I hardly even know what I’m signing up for—but my God is the God of the universe, and He’s calling me to something I can’t possibly fathom.

Watch out, world.

I’m coming.

Soon.

#Skydeca