Listening to Daft Punk has got me feeling a little punk myself

A business/life update: FlyBoy is on the move, and so am I.

I’m in the middle of ramping up production on the brand while simultaneously packing up my apartment, planning my 3-day drive to California, and still very much in the thick of fundraising conversations. In the words of Bob Goff, I am living on the edge of yikes. Very little of my life right now is what I would describe as settled, and somehow I have made peace with that. Actually, I think I’m starting to love it a little.

There is a can mockup of FlyBoy sitting on my desk right now, and every morning I walk past it on my way to make coffee, and I think: Be patient with it. You’re doing great! Take each task one day at a time. Give it what it needs to grow.

And then I proceed to spend the next twelve hours doing the exact opposite of that.

A trip to St. Pete reminded me what hospitality feels like

Savoring small wins as a solo-preneur

or: why I flew to LA, skipped the trade show floor, and came home more certain than ever

On hospitality, the perfect pour, and the communal table

aka, how to make a beverage feel like home