Writing for the two people who matter most
I didn’t start writing because I wanted to be a writer.
I started because I was about to become a father.
Twelve years ago, my ex was pregnant with our first daughter.
We were binge-watching Sons of Anarchy… not exactly a parenting manual.
But one scene stopped me cold.
Every episode opened with Jax reading letters from his late father.
Words written long before.
Words that guided him, grounded him, and reached him from beyond the grave.
It hit me like a lightning bolt to the soul.
I need to do that.
Not for TV.
Not for strangers.
For her.
For the daughter I hadn’t even met yet.
I wanted her to know who I really was…
What I believed, what I feared, what I learned the hard way.
Even if I never got the chance to tell her in person.
Around the same time, I heard Sharon Lee, Bruce Lee’s daughter, share her story.
Bruce died when she was just four.
She said that reading his journals as an adult felt like he was still with her.
As if his spirit was right there on the page:
Guiding her, challenging her, loving her.
That sealed it for me.
I had to write.
But here’s the part I don’t love admitting:
I didn’t follow through.
Not right away.
Not for a while.
Even after that moment of clarity in 2013…
I didn’t start writing every day until 2022.
I let the days blur.
Let work take over.
Let “later” become the plan.
Until life reminded me again how fragile all this is.
Now?
I write for the same reason I breathe.
Because one day I won’t be here.
But maybe my words will.
And the greatest creative work I can leave behind
Isn't a brand or a book or a byline
It’s a blueprint.
A map of all the hard-earned lessons.
All the things I hope they remember when I’m not around to remind them.
So this Father’s Day, I’m not thinking about ties or brunch.
I’m thinking about legacy.
And I’m writing for the two most important readers I’ll ever have.
If you’ve been waiting for the right time to start…
Write today.
Tell your story.
Leave your truth.
They’ll thank you for it, even if they don’t see it yet.