B*tch slap with love.

"Bryce, just have fun. You can become kind of a princess and get all funky."
-My wife

She said this as she was leaving today for work and as I'm flying out to LA on a last minute trip to meet an author that invited me to attend his event. Alex Banayan of The Third Door. 

The reason she said that was because I do get funky. Very quickly. Like the situation is do or die. Like this one meeting will change everything. It may. But it sure as hell won't change everything if I'm not me. If I'm some somber, stuck in my head, stick up my ass, weirdo that is trying to coherently put words together, NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.

However, if I am Bryce. Then all will be ok. Turns out Bryce is a damn good guy. Turns out he knows how to connect deeply. He knows how to have fun. He knows how to just be. 

But the minute I have an agenda or some pressure to force something to happen, forget about it. Disaster. 

If anyone else out there has this happen, call up my wife, let her bitch slap you around (with love), come back to your senses and go fucking crush the day. 

We got this life. Let's kill it!


Love,

Bryce

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