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Hey brother,

This one’s coming early. I’m recording it on Monday because tomorrow the big trip starts. Thirty-five people from California, one turning 60, bringing friends and family. It’s the biggest trip I’ve ever guided.

So I figured I’d use the quiet before the storm to check in. I’ve got an hour left on the road. Just me, the van, and my thoughts.

What I’ve noticed this week more than anything is how easy it is to fall off rhythm. Especially when you’re away from home. Out of your structure. No clear schedule. No base.

It started with the snacks.

The vans are loaded. Bars, chocolate, M&Ms, fruit. The office too. It’s like a candy store where everything’s free. And I kept giving in. Again and again. Telling myself it was fine. That I’d get back on track tomorrow.

But the truth is, I’d promised myself, and my therapist, that I wouldn’t. That I’d eat clean these two weeks. Not to impress anyone. Just to feel solid. In integrity.

And I didn’t keep that promise.

It’s not about the food. It’s the drift. That feeling of losing yourself, little by little. The edge softens. You stop leading. You stop choosing. You just react.

That’s what I want to talk about.

On my drive, I listened to a podcast with dr. John Gray — the guy behind Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, the most influential relationship book of our time. He said something that stuck with me. That for men, rhythm matters. That giving in to pleasure too often, too easily, takes us out of ourselves. That it raises estrogen. That we’re meant to build testosterone through rhythm, challenge, even resistance.

That rang true.

Because when I’m in rhythm, I feel sharp. Present. Directed. When I’m not, I start reaching. For snacks. For distractions. For whatever’s closest. And then I look up, and I don’t like how I feel.

And over time, that drift becomes disconnection. From your body. Your purpose. Even your people.

So yeah. I’ve been drifting.

And I just wanted to name it. Not to guilt myself. Just to catch it. So I can reset.

If you’ve been feeling it too, like you’ve been off, out of rhythm, drifting into little habits you don’t feel proud of, I get it.

You’re not alone.

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Stay rooted,
​Mihai

Wake Up. Live Fully.

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