This is a wild time to be alive. We have access to so much information, tools, and resources. I find myself finding my identity in the things that I do. I am a husband, christian, father, brother, son, entrepreneur, millionaire, home owner, gym rat, tennis player, and the list goes on. These are the things this I do but it barely scratches the surface on who I am. Years ago my wife introduced me to the idea of creating a to do list (nothing new) and pairing it with a to be list. This has been a game changer for me. I write my to dos for the day and next to them I write who I want to be in each one of those tasks. For example: to do; meet with sales team about new leads to be; energetic, open, leader, patient, and kind. On a good day I will write a to be that I am working on like empathetic and then I am more prone to looking for areas of my life, throughout the day, that I can be more empathetic. I am a human being, not a human doing. This has helped me with feeling like I have to prove myself and become more of who God made me to Be.

What an incredible opportunity, to fellowship with other "black sheep" entrepreneurs and dreamers. Thank you David for being inspired to start a special group like this. I hope to contribute and invest in this community. As it says in Isaiah 41:10 "I am with you... for I am your God" so we are in good company! 🙏 For those of you I haven't met, I'm a fellow Believer in Austin, TX and founder of FjORD cold plunge. Passionate about faith, wellness and genuine relationships. Hope to meet you all soon!

Hi, I’m from Southern California. I definitely feel like a black sheep where i live. I struggle to find “people like me” with majority of pillars and values aligned. In a season of realignment, surrender and reconfiguration.

I was working for a non-profit Christian organization in a full-time position that I had pursued for 8 years. On paper, it sounded meaningful. Stable. Faith-centered. Respectable. But inside? I was suffocating. Every time I tried to expand my role, bring new ideas to the table, or do anything creative, I was throttled by management. They didn’t want growth. They didn’t want innovation. They didn’t want me—they wanted the reports done on time every month and nothing more. At least that's how I felt. My creative side was starving. To make it more complicated, my wife and I lived on property owned by the organization. That meant work didn’t end at 5 pm. There was an unspoken level of control over our personal lives, too. What we did, what we pursued, what was “appropriate.” The pay was low. The ceiling was fixed. And the entrepreneurial drive in me had nowhere to go. So I tried starting side hustles. Every time I did, management found a way to shut it down. Not because it conflicted with my work. Not because it was unethical. But because it didn’t fit the box. Over time, I became depressed. And that scared me—because I’d been there before earlier in my life (suicidal ideation, etc.), and I knew I couldn’t go back to that mental state. I committed myself that I would stay three years and finish well. I kept that commitment. I did the job with integrity until the very end. And then… we were gone. My wife and I packed up everything we owned and started what turned into a year-long road trip, circling the entire country. No master plan. Just space to breathe, think, pray, and listen. It was during that year—away from pressure, expectations, and noise—that something clicked. I didn’t just want to be an entrepreneur. I realized I was called to it. Seven years ago, I started my first successful business. I had no idea how much fun it would be. Yes—it’s been harder. Yes—there have been massive ups and downs. But I wouldn’t change that decision for anything. I’ve started other businesses since then. Most failed. One more succeeded—that my wife now runs, and it’s been a huge blessing to our family.

Grew up on a small estate in a town called Walsall in the UK. I made some terrible choices in my teenage years that landed me in prison at 19 for a street fight. Nine months inside. Got out and my dad took me to work with him in construction, as a side hussle I ran nightclub events for a few years while battling drink and party drugs. Hit 30 and realized I was going nowhere. Went back to college, got into Construction site management and worked my way up to earn Royal charter ship status in my field. Somewhere in there I started BJJ (purple belt now), travelled Asia and Australia, got sober, married Jo, and we’re homeschooling our two girls - Ivy and Edie. These days I’m up at 4-5am doing cold showers and kettlebells, training twice a week, making electronic music as Uberkoolsound, managing construction projects, and trying to live clean following the Biblio style diet. The goal? Get me and Jo into our caravan eventually, live simple, pay minimal tax, raise independent daughters who know their own minds, train until I’m old, and meet God with no regrets. Not perfect. Still figuring it out. But free. “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds.” - James 1:2