When someone is repeatedly making you feel unsafe, cutting them off is a kindness. It does two things:

• It preserves your space and energy.

• It prevents them from having multiple chances of doing stupid things that could eventually land them in jail.

If you can choose to not be in the presence of someone making you feel unsafe, make the choice to remove yourself (or have them removed) from your life.

You are not required to put up with such behaviors because of social norms, religious or cultural pressures, or family status.

I made this video this morning because of an interaction I had with a neighbor lady. There’s been some stuff happening that I haven’t discussed publicly. She was kind enough to give me a heads up. The information she provided only confirmed what my instincts have already said about the matter. I removed many of the details of that situation from this video. It is heavily edited, leaving you with the main point.

When I finished making this video, I made another to discuss the topic on a deeper level.

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I put this message on LinkedIn this morning and got hit with bots from all directions. They were masquerading as recruiters. I felt silly for falling for it. Admittedly, it gave me a bit of an ego boost. I feel good about the message, though.

My intentional sabbatical is ending.

I used the time to both rest and to make a final attempt at becoming ridiculously independently wealthy via successful self-employment. 😎 I learned so much!

During the sabbatical, I accomplished some of my previous goals and had unexpected adventures that changed the focus of other goals or removed them entirely. I gained new skills and enhanced old ones.

Time away from traditional roles in larger companies provided great perspective and clarity. I'm great at meeting or exceeding deadlines while working with a high degree of flexibility, but I abhor traditional marketing methods and requirements to make that work lifestyle a constant reality into perpetuity.

I've also been able to help others navigate crises and deal with legal matters while working with local enforcement to help reduce crime in my neighborhood. I've become a gentle but clear advocate when navigating these things. Proofreading legal transcripts has been delicious and satisfying and will remain so as I occasionally do so on the side.

At the end of the day, though, I can't help but continue doing what I do best: helping others get unstuck while upholding accuracy, truth, and justice, especially when it involves documents and help with rewording.

I'm ready to return to the workforce and assist individuals or organizations in sharpening and enhancing their documentation projects. Staying away forever would be a disservice to those whom I can help make a more profound or stronger impact on their companies and customers.

Starting today (maybe tomorrow), I'll be doing nothing except securing gainful employment. I will remain active on Substack without pressure.

I learned during the sabbatical that I only have time for a few things during my day that I can do on an ongoing basis without burning out again.

That energy will have to be reserved for:

• Working a full-time job

• Very occasionally, proofreading transcripts

• Exercising regularly

• Focusing on my Islamic studies (mostly Quran, reading and memorization)

• Publishing sporadically

I've wanted to edit and update all the video footage I've created in the last six months, but I keep getting interrupted. The same goes for the workshop.

Many in my life don't really understand how much I've accomplished in the last two years or how much I've been trying to accomplish on top of that until recently. Now, I no longer feel the need to explain it, go into details, or even brag.

• I know what I'm capable of now.

• I know my limits to sustain the needful things in the future.

• I know how to tear it all down, start over fresh with nothing, and succeed again, if I really had to.

I'm a different person today than I was a year ago.

Is everything perfect? No. Did everything work out the way I planned? No. But I also learned that it didn't need to. Some things I thought were non-negotiable really didn't matter in the end. That's valuable feedback and information—priceless, really.

Rahila: Her stories need to be told. I'm getting there.

Islam: It's still a perfect fit for me, and I'm so grateful for it. I still feel at home in my religion and with the Quran, and I look forward to deepening my relationship with it, however personal it becomes.

Relationships: I'd still like to be married again one day to a good Muslim man who is well matched to me and with whom I can share life. But if it doesn't happen, I have plenty to keep me occupied: work, religion, neighbors, family, and friends.

Travel: Not for a while. A short trip if the van wants to behave. I cleaned it out last week. Since it's part of my daily living, I want to update my identification documents with pictures that include my headscarf. I've toyed with getting a TSA pass that lets you go through security faster, although that is not a priority.

Zettlekasten: There are two boxes now instead of one. I still have cards to file, but the previous indexing is complete.

Podcast: A couple of weeks back, one of my Uber drivers asked me if I had a podcast or if I was on the radio. "You have such a unique, calming voice. You should think about it," he said. I did not tell him about my Substack.

Ramadan: I celebrated with other Muslims in person this year for the first time. It was amazing to meet some other Muslim women. Soon, I will meet with some of them again. Happy times. More adventures?

Crime: Some crimes have decreased, and others have increased. More people have moved out of the apartments. I don't know where things will stand later on with this place.

I'm sure there are other things to update you on, but I don't remember what they are exactly at the moment. Oh, you're gonna start seeing the "Buy Me a Coffee" button on my posts. This way you can support me in amounts you're comfortable with, without being locked into a subscription.

Buy me a coffee

See?

I'll end this for now. I have a job to find. 😎

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I did my best to clean up the audio and added some funky scene edits to cut out a few things. You’ll hear road noise and maybe some wind in the background.

It’s 2025, and I still feel this way. I’ve listened to this a few times in the last couple of days, because it’s a message I needed to hear and be reminded of myself. I know some of you need to hear it, too.

Your truest strengths live where your trust is and with what you know.

When the playing field levels, what are you each of you left with?

They want you to play. You don’t have to.

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"Did you investigate to see if anyone was shot and needs medical attention?"

My immediate answer, "Normally, I do, but I'm not doing it this time. The shots are closer than normal --"

Pop. Pop. Pop.

"Three more shots fired just now!"

The 911 operator continued, "Can you hear people screaming or yelling? Did you hear a car speed off?"

"No. The dogs are barking." I couldn't count how many, but many were barking. The shots were close.

"How many shots have you heard total?"

"Eight. Five, then I immediately called you, then three while I've been on the phone with you. Eight. Normally, I call dispatch when I can pinpoint better where the shots are coming from, but not now. They are much closer."

I waited. It was quiet—too quiet.

"Hello?" Nothing.

"Hello?" Silence.

"Hello?"

The phone clicked, and the connection went dead.

Counting bullets in the dark

I sat in bed, catching my breath. I realized I didn't remember the end of the Quran track playing. I must have fallen asleep before it finished. My breath was faster than usual. Adrenaline.

Maverick growled, low and quiet beneath his blankets.

The time indicated that I'd only been asleep for around five minutes.

I rehearsed the scene: Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. I was fully alert on the second Pop. Several things registered in 1.5 seconds: Close. Rapid. Semi-automatic. Four. Five.

My thoughts turned to my son. He'd gone out with his friends that day, or had he made it home already? The fire was not in his direction if he was home; if he was still out with the boys, he was far away.

Would 911 call me back? Back in the day, they did.

Scanning the shadows

I walked out into the living room, toes on the cold floor in the dark, and climbed carefully into my sofa. I moved the slats in my window blinds slightly and silently, which I've perfected since living here. Darkness, stillness, and quiet.

I went back to bed, phone in hand.

My fingers swiped and pressed the non-emergency dispatch number. When the officer answered, I explained I'd been disconnected from 911 but wasn't sure if it was all right. The officer explained the call was complete and no further action was needed. He also explained that at least six squad cars were in my neighborhood, concentrated at one location. "That's weird, actually. Something must be going on." We hung up.

I needed sleep, but adrenaline refused.

Accepting the unacceptable

It wasn't until the tension crept up the back of my neck that I realized what I'd said: "Normally, I do..."

My eyes flung up.

"Normally..."?

Yes, normally. Normally, I do. I've spoken about this before, and I've also spoken about reducing the amount I do.

I answered the operator immediately, as though there was nothing wrong with citizens investigating on their own, as though it was commonplace and expected. I realized as I replied that I was trying to explain a little, as though I would get into trouble for not having done so.

But we are not supposed always to investigate. At all.

• Has it become so normal now that 911 expects citizens to investigate when they hear gunfire?

• Has it become so normal that I expect myself to fling open my front door and half glide across the courtyard in hopes of witnessing a firefight, capturing all the details of the parties involved, and that I feel bad if I do not?

Bullets do not discriminate.

Criminals are not smart people. They are thugs and cowards. Entitled sons of you know what.

Normally..., I had said. Normally. The syllables stayed.

I normally investigate.

Reading the bullets

Sometimes, there is a pause between the firings. Other times, there is a string of gunfire, one after the other, semi-automatic, like tonight.

In the first scenario, someone controls the gentle squeeze of the trigger each time they pull. I know because I've fired guns the same way.

Controlling it, slowly squeezing the trigger rather than hard pressing it, shows restraint, training, and intent. You're aiming, concentrating, and firing on purpose.

Doing it openly, in public, and illegally ramps up the stakes and the pressure. Remaining controlled in that environment shows calculation.

My body felt only one word: Murder.

In the second scenario, rapid-fire pelted away without the rhythmic pause indicates anger, intent, chaos, and an attempt to scare, send a message, or warn.

To the criminal, killing is a bonus.

But a bonus to who? There's only one answer: the gang they serve.

Do they feel this behavior increases their rank among them?

Do they not know that Allah has carefully measured ranks of His own for both paradise and hell?

Lullabies of urban warfare

I sat in the dark, my shoulders chilled, and the dog returned to his relaxed, deep breathing. I wondered if deducing all these things in the dark by hearing alone was normal.

• Eight shots

• Five at first, three later. Retaliatory?

• Semi-automatic

• Gang-related, possibly, probably, involving drugs

The phone rang shortly after. It was dispatch letting me know the officers were on the scene, investigating but not finding anything, but that they would keep patrolling.

I thanked the officer and hung up.

I knew they wouldn't find anything. It had been 15 minutes since the bullets rang out. The criminals are long gone already. I knew it, the criminals knew it, and the police knew it.

I closed my eyes, purposely relaxed my body, and fell asleep way past my bedtime.

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Algorithms make you choose between writing for passion and writing for engagement.

Your bills force you to choose to write for money.

You're left in a quandary about what to write and when to keep content and traffic flows cycling efficiently.

More work. More force. Less being.

The system doesn't want you to know you still have a choice.

When the numbers stop making sense

It's only when you start waking up from the extra work, the extra stuff you do day in and day out, that you realize something is wrong with how you've been performing compared to what was required not too long ago.

You acknowledge it, but you keep on. You have to.

Then you think about it a little more. You inspect the paperwork requirements, stats, dashboards, and analytics, as well as check the account balance and the subscriptions required to keep it all afloat.

You remember things weren't always this way.

Then you start questioning.

Trading your voice for views

You see what you wanted, what you were originally striving for, what you envisioned.

Social media and streaming programs show you that the life you're endeavoring for is real.

You're a good writer. You deserve that life, too.

Suddenly, you realize how much you're scrambling and how much you're doing. As a writer, you're pumping out 3-5 times the content you previously had, and somehow, you're proud of that work.

But you also realize how tired you are. You don't have time to think, to decompress, or to let your mind wander.

It's all about the content calendar and repurposing all the content for each of your social media channels.

You look back at your checking account. Its balance hasn't changed.

The great creative compromise

Resentment builds.

It feels like, more than ever, we are forced to choose between:

• Working in a trade or industry we want and performing work we hate

• Getting decent healthcare or paying the rent

• Democrat and Republican family members

• Extra "me" time and the obligations of home life

• Writing what you want, what you need to say, and what the algorithms actually push

What I've never liked about this is being forced to choose. 

Your voice was yours, and everyone knew it

Forty years ago, we could write what we wanted, and we did. We could research paying markets specifically for our type of writing.

Back then, you had to mail query letters to these places regularly to see if they would like to see something you wrote. If you sent a manuscript in (printed out on paper through the mail) without their request, it was called an "unsolicited manuscript." Sending one was frowned upon by many.

The process was much slower than today, but we didn't have to choose what we wrote. By the time you were getting published, you had practiced enough to find your writer's voice. As a creative person and writer, you knew which kind of writing kept you in flow states. 

Nobody could tell you "No.” During your writing sessions, you could enter these flow states almost on command.

It was delicious. Absolutely delicious.

You didn't have to choose.

Reclaim your words

We shouldn't have to choose today either. 

Write and publish what you want.

• It might reach one person and help them get unstuck in their thinking, processes, or workflow.

• What you write could give a person a different perspective on a relationship's difficulty and how to solve it.

• What you publish may enable the other person to grow in ways they hadn’t thought of or imagined for themselves.

Publish under a pen name if you must. Don't explain.

Write what needs to be said, but do your best to redeem the broken parts.

Don't leave us hanging in a dripping well, leading to an abysmal void. Show us how to climb out or why we can still hope we can.

Redeem your voice.

Reclaim your words.

Impose your work into the world.

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Out of 100+ families, I’m the only one who called within that time frame.

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If you have crimes committed against you, even minor ones, especially if there are problems where you live, you need to involve the police.

That's assuming you still have a police force in your city.

Since I've lived here, I've had multiple issues take place that I've written about before. There's a whole string of records at the police department in my community because I'm not afraid to get law enforcement involved.

You can’t report every little thing

Do I call for every little infraction that I see? Of course not. Absolutely not. That's ridiculous. We don't need to go overboard. And we need to use some common sense.

There's going to be people that are constantly breaking the law. It doesn't matter what it is. People are going to break the law. But you can't call the police every single time it happens. (But I did learn how to document all the things that began happening in a crystal clear, factual, organized manner. Get the exact system I use here: Daily Defense Docs: Starter Kit)

I'm specifically talking about crimes committed against you (or your neighbors). Unless it's an overt crime, I'm specifically talking about the petty gray areas, especially the things that don’t add up.

Like the earbud that fell out of my laundry basket this last weekend. How did it get in there? There was no plausible explanation for how that got in there.

I knew when I went to the apartment complex management, explained the situation, and asked if maintenance had been in my home that:

• It sounded crazy

• It was happening

• I was also having an issue with it

They confirmed that maintenance had not been in my apartment, according to what they were willing to tell me.

The thing was that there was an actual, physical item that did not belong to me in any way, shape, or form, and I could prove that.

I was very certain I did not bring it into my home. There had to be an explanation for this, but there wasn't.

This was filmed in September 2024.

You’re not crazy or overreacting

There are only three to four very slim, probable possibilities of how this happened. They're all slim and highly improbable, but they're the only explanations I could come up with.

Thankfully, when the law enforcement officer came out this last weekend, he was probably one of the best cops I've ever talked to.

He fully admitted he thought this call would be a waste of time. He felt that, you know, this wasn't going to go anywhere, and oh, this lady's just freaking out because she found something in the washing machine that didn't belong to her. Of course, she does. It's an apartment complex.

That is until I started explaining everything that I had described when I went live.

He was willing to walk through all of those logical things for me, and because I proofread courtroom transcripts, I've proofread several depositions. I know how questions are asked in a logical, linear order to remove or narrow down possibilities of what happened or could have happened and where that process broke down, right?

I'm very familiar with this type of communication. I recognized it when the officer started asking me those types of questions. I recognized it because I'm a technical writer familiar with asking these questions. I make it a habit to ask questions this way when trying to find something out myself. It narrows things down to concrete, logical pieces. So we got along famously. The cop and I got along great.

He walked me through those possibilities, and he admitted it was perplexing.

I then took it a step further and asked him about checking for trackers on my vehicle. Thankfully, as of this video, I have not found any, but I will make it a habit now that I understand how to scan for those to continue checking for that regularly.

And I have to accept that if I want to continue living in any kind of city here in the United States of America, the way our economy is, how our government currently is, and how people's tensions are very high. We have an illegal alien problem in this country. It's been known, especially for the last four years, when it's been ramped up since, you know, Biden took office.

We are very aware of these things. We are very aware of the increased level of crime, tensions, and all these other kinds of problems that are contributing to people just saying screw it, "I'm gonna commit a crime because there's a high chance I'm gonna get away with it." That's what a lot of these petty criminals are doing.

They just believe that they're always going to get away with it. Now, I'm the person who knows that's not true.

Criminals will not get away with it forever

It's not true that a criminal, a bully, someone who's intimidating you, harassing you, or stalking you will get away with that forever. They won't. In decades past, it was a lot easier, but today, it's not as easy.

Whether a criminal pays for their crimes depends upon whether:

• Law enforcement can catch them

• The legal system can push them through properly

• If the attorney general in your vicinity will prosecute certain crimes

Some attorney generals in some cities here in the United States do not prosecute certain crimes. They're not interested in it because of their political agenda, or there's not enough money in it, or whatever.

Many citizens have yet to realize that they're on their own. I woke up to this around a year ago when I moved into this apartment complex.

Since then, petty crime has increased here but has also decreased in other aspects.

You’re more powerful than the criminals

More and more neighbors are getting more cameras, and more and more neighbors are willing to step up and see that it's okay to talk about this stuff that's happening and report it to the police. It's just a shock for a lot of people because they haven't realized yet that they have more power than they think they do.

The more valid filings people make collectively, the more law enforcement personnel will devote resources to that area. If you are, thankfully, still in a city that will do that for you.

Collectively, these criminals and bullies will see an increased police presence. They will see an increase in neighbors willing to set up doorbell cameras and carry other personal protective measures.

Here in the United States, it's very legal, especially in Texas, to practice all kinds of self-defense methods. Use your imagination, right? And so you'll find that many of these petty criminals eventually get tired of dealing with all that.

Criminals understand that the risk of getting caught and reported has increased, and they'll be less likely to continue their behavior in this manner going forward, at least in this area.

Part of that has proven to be true. Part of that has definitely proven to be true here. But there are still pockets where I know of neighbors who are very afraid to report these things to the police.

I've lived through that in the past, too. I'm almost 50 years old. I have lived through people trying to make my life a living hell just because they felt like they could.

Unfortunately, our legal system today will entertain things at the courthouse steps that aren't even true. I understand this fear at a very personal, intimate level, and I want to make this video to encourage you.

If you are having problems, report them to the police. Start reporting them.

Police are required to listen to you even when they don’t want to

I have found it very helpful from the time I make the phone call to dispatch to the time the police officer actually arrives, is to take out a piece of paper—scratch paper—just get one sheet of paper. It could be the back of junk mail; it doesn't matter.

Grab something to write with and start bullet-pointing what you need to cover.

During the conversation, you may refer to this piece of paper, and you can tell them upfront, "I wrote everything down because I wanted to make sure I didn't forget to tell you anything. Where would you like to start?"

Usually, they're going to say, "Just tell me what you got. Tell me what's going on." Their best investigation method is listening to a story; eventually, they'll start asking you questions, and you can start answering those questions.

When they say, "Is there anything else?"

And then, at that moment, your body immediately relaxes, and you can go, "Yeah, we talked about this, we talked about that, we talked about this, we talked about that..."

It's very important that you're able to do this for yourself.

It's sad that I've had to have that much interaction with the police. It is.

The good thing is that more neighbors here are becoming less afraid.

I hope some of this information has helped you. If you have questions, just leave them below, and I'll see if I can answer them.

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Why you saved a piece of content often provides clues to the content you wanted to create:

• Lessons learned

• Why the person did it wrong

• What you’d do differently

• What it reminds you of, and how it’s relevant to your audience

• What you learned and how it impacts you

• Situation analysis

These lists of bookmarks keep ideas that help fuel your own content.

To keep things somewhat manageable, I recommend creating a video on what you’re looking at, explaining the importance, extracting the transcript, and then using both to repurpose into multiple pieces of content.

You do not have to publish the video(s). If you absolutely do not want to make a video, speak your comments into a document using the voice-to-text function on your device or use a free app like Otter.ai to transcribe your thoughts.

Using this method, I’ve created hundreds of pieces of content over the last 12 months.

I’d rather go to Costco on Sunday directly after church lets out for three months straight than file my taxes. 

I must be mentally ready to do my taxes; otherwise, it's too stressful. Once or twice, it wasn't very easy, so I paid someone else to do it during those years.

Each year, I go through this routine, with part of a day spent on each task: 

• Gathering all statements and receipts

• Ensuring all transactions are entered correctly into the bookkeeping /accounting software

• Tracking down all official forms sent by institutions and organizations

Each task sucks quite a bit of energy. If we are measuring by spoons, it is definitely a three-spoon activity.

Then, a waiting period occurs during which I no longer think about taxes. This lasts 2-3 weeks or so. During that time, forgotten forms appeared for transactions I’d forgotten about. They get moved into their special digital folders. 

Then I wait again. 

Only when I’ve sufficiently forgotten that I must file my taxes, or else, do I remember. There will be something I see in the media or hear in passing conversation that reminds me, “Oh, yes. I must still file my taxes.” An eye roll always accompanies this.

A little more waiting.

I never know when I’m finally “ready.” It changes each year.

When I am ready, I wake up one morning, have a calm morning with coffee, and spend the rest of the day entirely free of distraction or interruption. Something clicks, and I’m ready to begin. I place my phone on do-not-disturb and only pull up one browser tab and the curated folders with all the documents.

In that moment, I feel both fear that I’m going to screw up and be audited six years from now and frustration on behalf of the developer that was overridden about the wording of the question during a pointless meeting.

• What does the question really mean?

• What are they actually asking?

The whole thing could have been more specific, removing doubt or confusion for the user.

Eventually, I make it past the question, hoping I didn’t jackknife this entire process and must start over from the beginning.

Momentarily, I think about changing tax companies, but I’ve been with this one place for so long that I fear another company screwing it up or not following through on their promises, leaving me worse off. Giving a side eye to others who have had worse experiences this year with other companies adds to the fear.

At the end, when the software checks for errors, I usually hold my breath. An hour and a half later (sometimes more), I look up, realizing everything is OK, and I'm free for another year to not think about this. I hold my breath again while waiting for the confirmation text: The IRS has accepted your return.

To reward myself, I do one of three things:

• Do nothing for the rest of the day

• Clean the apartment like a pregnant woman involuntarily nesting or like someone who’s decided to get rid of every last memory of their ex and “start over”

• Shower, grateful to be done with it all, ridding myself of its snarky residue

There is no reason for taxes to be so complicated for a United States citizen.

If the money we need to pay for shelter, live and operate in this society, and provide access to our healthcare wasn’t threatened with eventual wage garnishment or with possible eventual jail time for not filing, many, I think, would handle life far differently than we do currently.

But it’s all intertwined, forcing us, as a people, to live and operate within systems that are not truly designed for us.

Someone might say, “Just pay someone to do it for you.”

No. I don’t enjoy paying $60-$120 for each additional form the process needs to be compliant or as an upgrade charge on a DYI package. I don’t always get to deduct expenses from those additional forms, even though they’re required based on the situation. To me, it just adds salt to the wound.

As of this writing, I haven’t yet filed my taxes for this year.

I’m just not ready yet.

Many young people cannot read or write well enough to function in critical settings. Everyone should read something, even the back of a cereal box. Try different authors just because. Practice copying portions of what you are reading by hand, which helps your written skills and comprehension.

If what you’re putting forth in writing isn’t clear, isn’t accurate, or worse, has errors in it, there’s a high chance you may not be believed, you may not win your case, you may not win a contract.

And all of those things have long-lasting effects on your finances, and your finances directly impact other people’s lives.

So, accuracy in documentation should never be an afterthought. It’s the only thing that must be upheld when working with documentation, especially legal documents.

Proofreading a transcript for me gives me a very tangible way of helping you do that. Consulting with you over your technical documentation helps me show you where the gaps need to be shored up to help protect you.

A lot of people think that accuracy can be sacrificed a little, but the truth is, it can’t. Legal matters happen whether you want them to or not. They happen. You can ask any corporate lawyer. You can go ask any family law attorney. They happen. And all they have to go off of is the records. And that’s why you want to make sure that your records, no matter what they are, your documentation, that it’s accurate.

And if you need help with that, I can help you.

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The answer is I do both. I am currently concentrating on transcript proofreading.

For my technical writing people, I have more than one solution available, whether that is documentation polishing or information architecture analysis and detailed roadmaps to scale your corporate documentation, taking it from where you are to where you’re trying to go, while still enabling your staff to maintain and create new documentation going forward. 

I have solutions for all of those things, and I’m happy to talk to you about what you need. It’s far cheaper for me to come in and do all that hard stuff up front for you first because I have the background and experience. I’ve done it in more than one place to show you exactly what needs to be done and even give you the steps, the tasks, and the stories that you can pop right into a ticketing system and work with your project manager on to work those things into your sprints to help you get to where you’re trying to go with that. My website offers more information if you’d like to discuss this further. 

If you just want to use me as a sounding board and say, hey, we’re doing this, we’re doing that. What do you think about this and that?

I’m happy to help you look at that, too. Let me know. You can reach me through my website.