Today I want to give recognition to @Dana R , @Jason Stobart and @Lawrence Gibson for their continued dedication towards taking bold new actions. They get extra kudos from me for also posting about their efforts here in the Brojo Skool to inspire and support others who are keen to make moves. More of this please everyone :) Thanks guys! Dan

Snuggle up everyone, it's story time. I’ve always loved water. Jumping into it. Swimming in it. Just being near it. In New Zealand we have this beautiful, slightly unhinged tradition called bombing - jumping into water in a way that creates the biggest splash possible. Not graceful. Not elegant. The goal is chaos. Noise. Water everywhere. The other day I was down at the waterfront at a local swimming-and-jumping spot. It’s one of those places where there are always a few locals who are elite bombers. Huge splashes. Professional commitment. Years of aquatic nonsense under their belts. I wanted to bomb. But then the old fear showed up. What if my splash is tiny? It will be tiny What if people laugh? What if I do this big dramatic leap… and it’s basically a sad puddle? I stood there overthinking the physics of water displacement like my integrity depended on it... Then, I called - bullshit Something clicked from the social confidence challenge Instead of trying to avoid people laughing at me, I reframed it. “What if this is rejection therapy?” “How many rejections can I get?” “How many people can laugh at me today?” Suddenly it wasn’t about the splash anymore. It was about collecting laughs. So I jumped. Bombed. Jumped again. Bombed again. Rather than laughing, people started giving me tips. Sure their were some laughs. But from me, no hesitation. No build-up. Just over and over. Big ones. Awkward ones. Questionable ones. Absolute chaos. And here’s the weird thing. Somewhere along the way, my splash got… better. Not only that - the big splash locals started nodding. Smiling. One even threw out a compliment or a clap. Who knew? Possibly Dan. Now I bomb freely. Joyfully. With confidence. And if someone laughs? Perfect. Ill try to drop some vids at some stage. There is a local council run bomb competition. I'm entering.

Last night I was sitting crossed legged on my yoga block while the fire was roaring in the fireplace. My wife was sitting next to me reading on her phone. I look at her and say "I'm about to tell you how I'm feeling sexually. But before I do, I want you to know, this is my sexual energy and I'm responsible for how I feel. You don't have to do anything about. You also don't have to have sex with me just because I'm about to let you into my sexual world." She smiled and said "Okay." I told her some of the sexual fantasies and thoughts that was coursing through my body at the moment. I finished by saying "... and that's all. Just wanted you to know." She smiled and said "Thank you." I could tell it drew us closer together energetically. We did not have sex last night or even up until now. But that was me putting into action owning my own sexual energy and expressing my desire without needing sex or needing her to have sex with me. I learned this recently from a coaching session: ============================ "The paradox is this: pursuing her for sex kills desire, while expressing desire without needing sex creates it." ============================ There is more but thats the jist of what I learned. My job at this point is simple but harder in practice. Express my desire more often, without needing sex or needing her to have sex with me, in order to create more positive sexual tension and buildup in between when we do have sex. If I can consistently do this to the point it becomes automatic like talking about my day at work, it will lead to more self confidence. Probably a bunch of other good stuff too, 😏 but it's about controlling my input and then living with whatever the outcomes are. My challenge to myself and goal this past week, has been to do it once a day everyday IN PERSON, FACE TO FACE. I ended up expressing myself 4 out of 7 days. I'll take it, build from here, and let y'all know how it goes.

I walked into the gym today with the intention on saying something about a room they closed off. I see the manager at the front counter, I check in, and walk past him. I say to myself "I gotta say something about this today." My armpits start sweating with a mixture of fear, anxiety, and nervousness. "Fuck it" I say to myself. I confront the manager about my displeasure with the room closed off. I take a neutral tone. I just give him my opinion, didn't sugar coat, and especially didn't try to make it land softer. (No room given to the people pleaser part of me). The manager was cool about it. He said he will try to help. The "monster in my head" never came out to eat me. I walked off, told my wife I talked to the manager, she thanked me, and then told her I loved her. I walked upstairs and started my gym session. I smiled like a kid on Christmas, told myself I was proud of me, and finished working my gym session. I realized more honest confrontations build my true self up while earning myself more courage too.

Hey Dan, I'm raising my head about the trenches to say thank you for creating and doing the work on the Chat with Dan Munro AI. In my humble opinion, I find it really helps me pause, think, and not stew in my emotions. I'd say it's like my emotional umbrella at the moment. I read you're developing an app too. 👍 Here's to 2026, Brojos