The Short Letter

7-40 Challenge | Round 4, Day 30


There’s a quote attributed to Blaise Pascal: “I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.”

Most people read that as a joke about editing. It’s not. It’s one of the truest things ever said about how real clarity works.


The simple version of anything is never where you start. You start with the mess — every idea you have, every angle you can think of, every framework and connection and tangent your brain wants to chase. That’s the long letter. It’s necessary. You have to write it.

But the long letter is not the product. The long letter is the process.

The product is what’s left after you cut everything that doesn’t make Monday morning better for the person holding it. That takes longer than the mess did. It takes focus, honesty, and the willingness to throw away things you’re proud of because they don’t serve the person you’re building for.


I’ve watched this play out in my own work this year. I cut nearly half my first novel in editing — not because the writing was bad, but because I was explaining things the story had already shown. Yesterday I wrote a closing line I loved — a declaration about what I was going to do next. The editorial pass cut it because the essay had already made the point. The line served me. It didn’t serve the reader.

I’ve been developing an AI education product for weeks. It kept growing — more frameworks, more depth, more layers. Then I asked myself what the simplest useful version looked like. The answer fit in one sentence. That is where I am headed.


Simplicity isn’t where you start. It’s where you arrive after doing the hard work of going through everything else first. The short letter takes longer than the long one. But it’s the only one worth sending.

Undiscovered Territory

7-40 Challenge | Round 4, Day 29


I’ve been calling promoting my creative work a foreign country. A place I don’t speak the language, don’t know the customs, don’t belong. I’ve been treating it like something that requires a translator or a guide just to survive.

That’s the wrong metaphor. And the wrong metaphor was keeping me stuck.


A foreign country means I don’t belong there. The terrain is hostile, the language is incomprehensible, and I need someone else to navigate for me. That framing makes me a tourist — passive, dependent, out of my depth.

Undiscovered territory means the map hasn’t been drawn yet. I have skills that transfer. I’ve navigated unmapped ground before. The terrain isn’t hostile — it’s just unfamiliar. And the only way to map it is to walk it.


Lewis and Clark had a mission before they had a map. They knew the destination — the Pacific. They didn’t know the terrain between here and there. They walked it anyway, and the map got drawn behind them.

I know my Pacific. It’s not a revenue number. It’s freedom. It’s influence. It’s the ability to create things that matter to people, that uplift and inspire them, and also provide me the means to accomplish the goals that I have.

Everything between here and there is not a foreign country — it’s just unmapped territory. And no one else is going to map it for me, because no one else has my combination of skills, products, and goals.

The good news is I believe I’m right where God has me, and that I’m walking with Him through this uncharted territory. It’s exciting. It’s scary. But it’s time to find that Pacific shore.

Thirty Years

7-40 Challenge | Round 4, Day 28


I drove three hours tonight to my thirty-year high school reunion, spent three hours there, and drove three hours home. Nine hours for one evening. It was worth every mile.


Some people looked exactly the same. Some were unrecognizable. I walked up to one guy and said, honestly, I don’t remember you. He laughed and said, don’t feel bad — I don’t remember you either. So we started fresh and had a great conversation.

That’s the thing about thirty years. You’re not the same person anymore, and neither are they. The pressure of pretending otherwise disappears about ten minutes in.


I had a conversation that stopped me. A classmate told me he’d recently lost his wife to cancer. He knew about my own history with it. We talked for a while before I even recognized him — he’d spent so long pouring himself into caring for her that he’d changed completely.

Then he smiled and said something I won’t forget: “I knew she was sick when I married her. But I loved her, and I wanted to take care of her.”

I shook his hand, put my arm on his shoulder, and told him he was a good man. I meant it more than most things I’ve ever said.


Later, I sat with the friend who’s been my biggest champion for Phase Defiant. The guy who read my book, loved it, brainstormed ideas for me, offered to research things, and wouldn’t stop talking about the story. I looked him in the eye and said: if I had written this book only so you would read it and enjoy it, the whole thing was worth it.

He looked right back at me and said: you don’t understand how good your book is. Don’t quit. You’ve got something really good going, and you’re good at this.

Four days ago, I thought to myself out loud that my biggest roadblock to my book succeeding was the belief that nobody really cared. Tonight, someone who hasn’t seen me in thirty years looked me in the face and told me I was wrong.

The Wildest Dream

7-40 Challenge | Round 4, Day 27


I spent two hours today digging post holes and pouring concrete for clothesline T-posts in the backyard. My wife wanted clotheslines. So I dug.

That was my exercise today. It wasn’t the gym. It wasn’t a walk with a voice recorder. It was Oklahoma dirt and a post-hole digger and sweat. Some days the challenge looks like a program. Some days it looks like taking care of your home.


I heard a quote today: we only have one life, and when we realize this, why would we not run as hard as we can towards our wildest dreams?

I sat with that for a while. What is my wildest dream?

I expected something ambitious to come out. A revenue target. A bestseller list. A stage. A platform.

What came out was simpler than that.

Take care of my wife. Love my family completely. Be creative every day. Share my faith. Leave a mark on this world that outlasts me.


I’m 163 days into running toward those things. Not perfectly. Not without missed deadlines and slow weeks and days where six out of seven habits was all I had. But running.

Today it looked like post holes and concrete. And that was enough.

Data Is Communication

7-40 Challenge | Round 4, Day 26


I had a conversation today that connected twenty years of my career to the thing everyone’s trying to figure out right now.

I work in data management. I’ve spent two decades as the person who sits between business teams and technical teams, translating what one side needs into language the other side understands. Business people don’t think in tables and queries. Technical people don’t think in revenue targets and customer experience. Somebody has to build the bridge. That’s been my job.

Today I realized that’s exactly what people need to learn to do with AI.


I learned this firsthand when I asked AI to edit my novel. I said “edit this” and got hallucinated rewrites. I said “read this, tell me what’s wrong, don’t touch anything” and got a sharp, tireless reader. Same tool. Same book. The only difference was how clearly I defined what I needed.

That’s not a technology problem. That’s a communication problem. And it’s the same communication problem I solve at my day job every single day.

The people getting great results aren’t smarter. They’re clearer. They define the problem before they ask for a solution. They tell the AI what they know, what they don’t know, and what good looks like. They argue when the output doesn’t match their intent.

They’re doing data architecture for their own thinking — organizing what they know so someone else can work with it. They just don’t know that’s what it’s called.


For twenty years I’ve been building the bridge between people who have information and people who need to use it. The tools on both sides changed today — one side is a person, the other side is a machine. But the problem is identical: get the meaning across, not just the words.

Data is communication. It always was. AI just made it urgent for everyone to learn how to say what they mean.