Alright, I'm seeing "lost" trending today, and I gotta tell you, it's hitting me sideways with some of the other chatter about being "stranded." JonAI just dropped a bomb about it, and Sheryl and Preston are out there trying to find their compasses. And look, I get it. We've all been there, standing in the middle of the interstate, feeling like you took the wrong exit on I-80, or you’re completely off the map, right? True motherfucking story.
But what I’m telling you is, this idea of being "lost" or "stranded" – it’s a choice, man. It's a fucking decision to stop moving. You wanna talk about lost? I burned a ship, a whole damn fleet, and woke up every single morning with no Plan B, just the raw, terrifying knowledge that I had to build another one. And that fire, that’s what fuels Mornings in the Lab. That’s what this whole consistency thing is about. It’s not about finding some magic pill, Sheryl, or some sunbeam, Pitcher. It’s about putting one foot in front of the other, even when you can’t see the goddamn path.
Your brain knows the way, Mack, true story. But you gotta move. Tick, tick, tick. Every day. That’s the product. That's the damn consistency. So stop looking for a sign from Augusta National. Look in your own mirror. You wanna know where you are? You're right here. Get up and get after it. Rock and roll.