088: 29 Lessons from 29 Years.

Recorded: 12th of January, 2025 Location: The Ace Hotel, Sydney. Sponsors below: A Note To The Runners: ⁠Get my book here.⁠ Register for my mentorship! ⁠⁠Fill it out the form here.⁠ Poem: "Suit up" Structured and cut without any soul, Hard to move, to dance, to feel Is this when I'm meant to look my best? Buttoned up, belted, and pushed in Where have I gone? the part of me that moves so easily it's hard to see especially when you can't remember any part of me. Keep looking around, ther' must be somewhere in this town, a place for you, that knows you, understands you, talks like you, makes you, feel like, you. the material talks to you, makes friends with your skin and beats in time with your heart. synchronicity is sweet when you land on both feet. You shouldn't be standing the way you are locked up, swirling, leaning half-smiling, give me anything, a laugh or something. So the best suit was the one you know it can't be bought, or taught it can't be sold. buy you will buy it, maybe you'll one day make it. what they're trying to sell you has no soul, and that's the worst thing in the world, you could ever buy.