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Living Sports Writing

When the Lights Come On

I was listening to a conversation with the writer Wright Thompson recently, and he struck a profound chord when talking about why he is so captivated by sports. He distilled the entirety of athletic competition down to a single, brilliant truth: it is all about who you are when “the lights come on.”

If you have ever stood in a massive arena or a darkened stadium just before the main event, you know exactly the feeling he means. The anticipation in the air isn’t just an emotion; it is a physical weight. You can feel the collective breath of thousands held in suspense. And then, with a sudden, sharp clack of the breakers, the big stadium lights hit. The room almost shakes with the sudden injection of energy. In that brilliant, unforgiving glare, every shadow vanishes. There is nowhere to hide.

We are taught from a young age to prepare, to practice, to build our skills in the quiet comfort of the shadows. We spend so much of our lives rehearsing our arguments, refining our projects, and constructing our mental models. We tell ourselves stories about who we are and what we are capable of achieving. But the true test of our character—the raw, unfiltered reality of our competence—isn’t found in the safety of preparation.

It is revealed in the sudden shock of execution.

Thompson’s observation about sports is ultimately an observation about the human condition. We aren’t all athletes waiting in the tunnel, shifting our weight from foot to foot, but we all face our own versions of the stadium lights.

I think about the seasons in my own life when the lights suddenly flared. The unexpected crisis that derailed months of careful planning. A sudden pivot required in a business strategy. A moment demanding moral courage when it would have been infinitely easier to remain quietly in the background. In some of those moments, I stepped up, grounded by the quiet work I had done in the dark. In others—and I admit this with a wince—I blinked against the glare, my confidence suddenly outpacing my competence.

That is the terrifying, beautiful geometry of choices. When the lights hit, the gap between who we claim to be and who we actually are is illuminated for everyone to see.

There is a kind of extreme accountability in that moment. It strips away the hedging and the theoretical. You either make the play, or you don’t. You either hold your ground, or you retreat. It is a crucible that burns away the superfluous, leaving only the essential truth of our character.

We cannot control when the switch will be flipped. The world has a habit of throwing us onto the stage precisely when we feel least ready. But we can control how we build ourselves in the dark. We can ensure that our patience isn’t just stubbornness in disguise, and that our confidence is deeply rooted in reality.

The chaos of the sudden glare isn’t an obstacle to the mission; it is the environment in which the mission earns its meaning. The lights will come on. They always do.

The only question that matters is who we will be in the glare.

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Living Music Writing

The Tonic Chord of a Life

We spend a good portion of our lives surrounded by noise. Not just the literal kind—the hum of traffic or the ping of notifications—but the internal noise of unresolved tensions.

I was reminded of this while listening to a recent conversation between David Perell and the legendary journalist Tom Junod (https://youtu.be/JnHTUyZjwiY). Towards the end of their sprawling, beautiful discussion, Junod introduced a metaphor about writing that made me pause the audio and just sit with it for a moment. He talked about the “tonic chord.”

“Musicians, you know, back in the day, they were always looking for the tonic chord. And writing, I’m always looking for the tonic chord… where all the discordant harmonies are resolved in a single ba-boom, you know, at the end of Beethoven or whatever… looking for some sort of resolution to the stuff that gnaws at me.” [00:39:42]

It’s a striking image. In music theory, the tonic is the home base, the center of gravity. It is the chord that finally brings rest after a long sequence of tension and suspense. Without the preceding dissonance, the tonic chord has no power. The chaos isn’t an obstacle to the resolution; it is the very environment that makes the resolution meaningful.

This applies far beyond the blank page. We are all, in our own ways, searching for our tonic chords.

We carry around the stuff that gnaws at us—the contradictions in our relationships, the career choices that look good on paper but feel hollow in the chest, the quiet hypocrisies we tolerate in ourselves. These are the discordant notes. We spend so much of our lives trying to ignore them, turning up the volume on our daily routines to drown out the clash. Or we try to fix them with brute force, stubbornly demanding harmony before we’ve even listened to the melody.

But maybe the point isn’t to erase the tension. Junod’s genius—both in his essays and in this metaphor—is his willingness to sit with the discomfort. He looks directly at the friction. He places two opposing truths right next to each other, letting them rub like tectonic plates, waiting patiently for that final chord to finally release the pressure.

I think about the architecture of a well-lived life in much the same way. The most resonant moments I’ve experienced haven’t come from a smooth, unbroken string of successes. They usually arrive right after a period of intense confusion or struggle—a sudden moment of clarity on a foggy morning walk, a tough but honest conversation with a friend, or finally letting go of an idea that had lost its spark.

That sudden ba-boom of clarity. The release.

We are taught from childhood that a good life should be harmonious. But true harmony is earned. It requires us to listen closely to the discordant parts of our lives, to bear witness to our own messes and mysteries, and to patiently search for the truth that finally brings them all together.

Often, it is the ultimate act of self-awareness.

Seek serendipity.

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Living

The Compound Interest of Ignorance

There’s an emotional navigation system within all of us, an internal map of behavior and consequence. We navigate by way of kindness, curiosity, and empathy.

Most days, we manage to keep the car on the road. But there is a particular intersection on this map, one that rarely ends well for anyone who finds themselves there, either driving or just walking by.

It’s the intersection where Annabel Monaghan located a particularly difficult archetype in Nora Goes Off Script. She describes it, with a precision that feels like the pop of a bubble, as “the corner of arrogance and cluelessness.”

“At the corner of arrogance and cluelessness, you find the worst kind of person.” (Annabel Monaghan, Nora Goes Off Script)

Indeed.

It’s easy, and frankly quite satisfying, to point fingers. We can all summon the mental image of someone parked right at that corner.

Perhaps it was a micromanaging boss who had never performed the basic function of the department. Perhaps it was a self-styled intellectual whose confidence was inversely proportional to their subject-matter expertise. We’ve all felt that specific, teeth-gritting frustration when faced with the wall of certainty erected by the fundamentally uninformed.

Arrogance on its own is, of course, rarely endearing. But there’s a difference between earned arrogance—the abrasive confidence of someone who actually knows what they are doing—and this unholy alliance. Pure arrogance is often about results; it says, “I am the best, and here is my proof.” It’s difficult to live with, but it is at least based on a form of reality.

Cluelessness, too, has its own nuances. We are all clueless about something (a truth that keeps life interesting). There is an innocence to genuine ignorance, an implicit opening for growth. To be clueless and know it is a temporary state. It’s the raw material for humility and learning.

But Monaghan’s observation zeros in on the specific danger when these two states merge.

Arrogance and cluelessness don’t just coexist; they compound.

This isn’t just a simple mistake (cluelessness) or just a big ego (arrogance). This is a system where the arrogance actively prevents the realization of the cluelessness.

The arrogance acts as a sturdy shield, deflecting any data, any feedback, any reality-check that might reveal the cluelessness underneath. The clues are everywhere, screaming from the spreadsheets or the strained smiles of everyone around them, but the arrogance filters them all out. This person cannot learn because the primary tool for learning—admitting you don’t know—is precisely what the arrogance forbids.

When you find yourself arguing with a person at this intersection, you aren’t arguing about facts. You aren’t arguing about solutions. You are trying to breach a fortress that has decided that the external world must adapt to its inner perception.

The “worst” part of it, the thing that makes it so toxic, is the casual destruction it wreaks. The person at this corner is navigating with a map they have drawn themselves, one that ignores all existing roads, all traffic lights, and every standard convention of behavior. They crash through the lives and efforts of others, convinced all the while of their own perfect navigation.

The hardest truth to swallow, though, isn’t about them. It’s about us. Because if we find this so true of others, the final realization is that none of us are immune to the lure of that corner. It’s an easy intersection to drift into. Whenever our confidence outpaces our real-world competence, whenever we get a tiny bit of power and a tiny bit of success and we think we know, we are in danger.

We are all just a bad day, a stressful project, or a momentary inflation of ego away from parking right at that corner ourselves. The antidote to that specific, devastating brand of arrogance isn’t trying to become more right; it’s remembering how deeply, often, and completely we are wrong.

Stay humble, stay foolish.

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Living

When Patience is Just Stubbornness in Disguise

We are taught from childhood that patience is the ultimate virtue. Good things come to those who wait. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

We elevate patience to a saintly status, conditioned to believe that if we simply hold on long enough, the universe will inevitably reward our suffering with success.

In his book Same as Ever, Morgan Housel offers a piercing observation that shatters our romanticized view of waiting:

“Patience is often stubbornness in disguise.”

That single sentence is a quiet earthquake. It forces us to examine the things we are holding onto and the real reasons why we refuse to let them go.

We like to tell ourselves we are being patient—with a stagnant career, a fractured relationship, or a creative project that refuses to take flight. The label of “patience” feels noble. It feels righteous. It protects our ego from the sharp, uncomfortable sting of failure.

But if we strip away the noble veneer, what remains is often simple, unyielding stubbornness. It is the refusal to adapt, the refusal to admit defeat, and the refusal to accept that the world has changed while we were standing still. “I’m staying the course” is much easier to say than “I’m terrified to admit I made a mistake.”

I think about the seasons in my own life where I mistook one for the other.

I held onto projects that had lost their spark, telling myself that the breakthrough was just around the corner, just one more iteration away. I’ve held on to failing investments for far too long.

In hindsight, I wasn’t practicing patience. I was practicing avoidance. I was avoiding the grief of letting go and the daunting reality of starting over from scratch.

So, how do we distinguish between the two? How do we know when we are nurturing a slow-growing seed, and when we are merely digging our heels into the dirt and being stubborn?

The difference lies in our relationship with reality. True patience involves a quiet confidence and an active engagement with the present. It requires us to make incremental progress, to observe the feedback the world gives us, and to adjust accordingly. Patience is flexible yet realistic.

Stubbornness, on the other hand, is rigid. It ignores feedback. It closes its eyes to the changing environment and insists that reality bend to its will.

It takes vulnerability to look at something you’ve poured your heart and time into and say, “This isn’t working, and I am choosing to walk away.” It is not a weakness to change your mind when the evidence suggests you should. Often, it is the ultimate act of self-awareness. Annie Duke wrote a whole book about quitting being an underutilized choice.

Sometimes, the most productive thing we can do with our time is to stop waiting, let go, and walk in an entirely new direction.

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My Conversational Brilliance

I love this reminder from Russ Roberts in his book Wild Problems:

Instead of savoring your conversational brilliance, savor the experience of interacting with another human being. See what happens without expectation during that encounter and without a plan to steer it in particular directions. Give your conversational partner your fullest attention without thinking of what you’re going to say next.

Now if only I could remember it’s not about my conversational brilliance!