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Happy Valentines Day everyone!! Stay well and be healthy, I hope you all are enjoying your time.

What would you do if you had 24 hours and unlimited resources to grow your business? 🤔 Most of us get stuck in the small tasks that don’t move the needle. Today, I challenge you to focus on the ONE thing that will make the biggest impact. 💡 Drop your answer below 👇 I want to see how different minds tackle growth!

This week we’re playing a simple game: 👉 Pick one word to live by. That’s it. One word that becomes your theme, your compass, your mini-mission for the week. It can be: ✔ A real word ✔ A made-up word ✔ A mashup word ✔ A word that only makes sense in your head But you have to commit to it. Every decision this week gets filtered through: “Am I honoring my word?” Examples just to spark ideas: ⚡ Momentum 🔥 TryAnyway 🌱 GentleGrowth 💥 Bold-ish 🧭 Recalibrating 🚀 SendIt 😌 Steady 👇 Mini poll — what KIND of word are you choosing? 👍 = Energy word (action, boldness, courage) ❤️ = Growth word (learning, patience, becoming) 🔥 = Confidence word (belief, power, identity) 😌 = Balance word (calm, grounded, aligned) Vote in the Poll. Then drop your emoji and your actual word in the comments. Let’s build a wall of intention for the week and steal inspiration from each other. You might see a word you didn’t know you needed. What’s your word? 🎯

There’s something surreal about walking through a house after the walls are bare. A space that once held laughter, hard conversations, quiet mornings, slammed doors, celebrations, and tears… suddenly echoes. And yet somehow it still feels full. As @Shannon Koss and I wrapped up this move, I kept hearing the song House Again on the drive from Los Angeles to Arizona. It hit differently every time. Because you realize a house isn’t emptied when the pictures come down. The pictures were never the memories. They’re just symbols. Little anchors we hang on drywall to remind us of moments that already live somewhere deeper. The trinkets, the frames, the worn-in corners of a room — they don’t contain the life we lived there. They represent it. The real memories aren’t stored on shelves. They live in consciousness. In the body. In the soul. In the heart. They’re accessible anytime, artifact or not. Close your eyes and you’re back in the kitchen. Back in the argument that made you stronger. Back in the hug that fixed everything. Back in the version of you that was becoming who you are now. That’s what makes a house a home: Not the walls. Not the decor. Not the address. It’s the invisible imprint of living. And the beautiful part is… we carry that imprint with us. Every time we leave one home, we’re not starting over — we’re expanding the story. We will miss the house on Mary Ellen Ave., but now it's on to building new memories in Gilbert, AZ! If you walked through an empty space that once meant everything to you... ...what memory would still be loudest, even with nothing left on the walls? 💬