Work. Climb. Live. Why I’m Writing.

Life doesn’t come with a manual, but if it did, mine would probably read like a Quentin Tarantino script — sharp cuts between client calls, teenagers asking where their shoes are, and me clinging to a rock wall wondering why I thought this was a good idea. It’s messy, it’s precise, and there’s no stunt double.

So why start a blog? Simple: I live in the overlap of three big buckets — work, climb, and family — and somewhere in there are stories worth telling. I’m not here to play guru. I don’t have a “secret formula” or ten-step framework that guarantees enlightenment. I’m here because I’ve spent 20+ years shaping a career in tech, all while raising a family, staying married, and trying to climb harder routes without wrecking my fingers. And the truth is, there’s no clean line separating any of it.

The Why

I like goals. But here’s the thing: a goal without a plan is just a wish. And a plan without milestones and timelines? Just an idea scribbled on the back of a napkin. That mindset has carried me through everything — building my own role at work, keeping a marriage strong for two decades, training for climbing routes that scared the hell out of me.

This blog is my way of putting structure around the chaos. Not to make it neat and pretty (life’s not an IKEA instruction manual), but to share what it’s really like navigating work, climbing, and family when the three constantly collide.

Work. Climb. Live.

• Work: I’ve spent most of my career in male-dominated industries. I built a niche for myself in tech and strategy, often shaping roles that didn’t exist until I made them. It’s rewarding, exhausting, and occasionally hilarious when you realize most meetings could’ve been emails.
• Climb: Climbing is my escape and my test. Indoors, outdoors, sport, trad — I’m in. I also strength train and track macros, not to chase some bodybuilding trophy (did that already), but because being strong makes climbing possible. Chalk dust is cheaper than therapy.
• Family: Twenty years married, two teenagers, a dog that thinks he’s a linebacker. Family is the anchor and also the chaos. Balance is a myth, but priorities aren’t.

These three aren’t separate silos. They bleed into each other every single day. A long work trip throws off my training. A hard climb resets my brain for the office. Family time reminds me why I do either.

What to Expect Here

This isn’t a diary, and it’s not a LinkedIn think piece either. Expect candid takes on:

• The reality of traveling for work and trying to hit macros in an airport terminal.
• Why climbing has made me a better strategist (and why strategy sometimes feels like climbing blind on an overhang).
• What it’s like to go through perimenopause in boardrooms mostly filled with dudes.
• How 20 years of marriage and raising teens shape the way I approach deadlines, decisions, and dumb office politics.

Think less “motivational poster with a kitten” and more Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets John Wick, with the occasional dark joke thrown in. If you want excuses, wrong blog. If you want real stories about grit, failure, discipline, and the occasional protein shake, you’re in the right place.

The Wrap-Up

So here we are: Work. Climb. Family. Three words, one life. This blog isn’t about having it all figured out. It’s about figuring it out — one grip, one deadline, one dinner at a time.

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