My writing: essays from beyond the lanes. Stories, lessons, and the mental game work that builds champions on the lanes and in life. A new letter when the next one's ready.
The gym is empty. The lanes are open. Nobody is keeping score. This is where champions are made. Not at the tournament. Not in front of the cameras or the coaches or the people you’re trying to impress. In the quiet. In the repetition. In the moments nobody sees but you. Self-leadership isn’t loud. It […]
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I’ve stood on approaches where the noise was deafening. Music blaring. Crowds screaming. Cameras rolling. And every single bowler around me looking like they owned the building. Chest out. Jaw set. Eyes daring you to challenge them. And here’s what I learned after fifteen years of international competition… The loudest person in the room is […]
The lane is quiet at 10 a.m. before Diversey River Bowl open their doors to the public. No crowd. No scoreboards. No one watching. Just me, the arrows, and the sound of a ball hitting the pocket the way it’s supposed to. That’s where I learned what training really means. Not in the spotlight. In […]
March always feels like a reset. Everything starts to wake up again. Growth returns. Not all at once, but little by little. And it makes me think about my own growth. Not just what I’m doing, but who I’m becoming. Because for a long time, success looked different to me. When I first started winning, […]
March always feels like an invitation. Not a loud one. Not a dramatic one. Just a quiet reminder that what looked bare a few weeks ago is not dead. It is preparing. Roots are working where no one can see. The earth is softening. The light is staying a little longer. Renewal rarely arrives all […]
March always brings a sense of renewal. The days get longer. The air shifts. The world begins to wake up again. Things that looked dormant just weeks before start pushing through the soil. Growth has a rhythm like that. Before anything blooms, something has to break open. Seeds split. Roots push through resistance. Progress often […]
March has a way of exposing us. The light stays a little longer. The air softens. The world begins again whether we are ready or not. And there is something both beautiful and uncomfortable about that. Because starting again sounds inspiring in theory. In reality, it can feel like proof that you did not get […]
On the hard days, joy feels like a lie. It feels thin. Forced. Unrealistic. But that is usually the day it matters most. We talk about winning. We chase results. We circle dates on the calendar and imagine how it will feel when everything clicks. Yet the longer I compete, coach, and study champions, the […]
Dear Bowling, You have had my heart since 1985. That is a long time to love something. We have grown up together. We have celebrated. We have drifted. There were seasons when I tried to leave you. I questioned whether you loved me as fiercely as I loved you. You tested me. But I always […]