I'd stand in my kitchen with eleven ideas on a whiteboard that looked like a ransom note. On my laptop sat a folder called LAUNCH THIS. It held 43 files. Nothing had launched.
I wasn't sitting around. I was busy, gifted, and full of vision, and I still couldn't finish. So I called myself the names a lot of us call ourselves: undisciplined, scattered, behind.
Then one morning in that kitchen, I became my own first client. And I saw it clearly: I wasn't lazy. I was loaded. I didn't have a discipline problem. I had a diagnosis problem — and a courage problem. My perfectionism was a sophisticated way of saying I was afraid. And overwhelm? It's just a classy word for confusion, and confusion does not originate from God. I'm a strategist, a solutionist, a seer — a visionary. I was too loaded to be confused.
That morning became a method, and the method became a book: I'm Not Lazy… I'm Loaded. Now I want to walk you through it, live.
You're not behind. You're loaded. Let's unload it together.