The Year I Woke Up

About a year ago, everything in my life was fine.

Work was plugging along. My family was healthy. We had vacations on the calendar. Nothing was ostensibly wrong. And yet — if you've ever been in that season of life, you know exactly what I'm about to say — nothing was really right either.

There's a voice that starts as a whisper somewhere in your mid-thirties or forties. You can ignore it for a while. Most guys do. You can tell yourself the circumstances are wrong, the job is wrong, the house is wrong, the city is wrong. You can medicate it with a drink, a purchase, a scroll. Or you can get honest about what's actually underneath it.

What was underneath it for me was this: I was becoming invisible. To the world, and to myself.

The Real Stakes

I wasn't broke. I wasn't in crisis. But I had quietly engineered a life where I didn't have to be seen — not really. Where I could move through my days without putting much on the line. Without risking being measured against the story I had in my head about what my life was supposed to be.

And here's what I know now that I didn't fully admit then: that's not safety. That's slow disappearance.

I was fat. I felt like garbage. I was drinking three nights a week — not blackout drunk, just comfortably numbing. I worked out in fits and spurts with no real consistency. But more than any of that, I had stopped growing. And parts of me — parts I'd had since I was young, parts that were curious and creative and wanted to make things and lead things and matter — had gone quiet. Not gone. Just asleep.

I didn't blow up my life to fix it. I did something harder: I looked in the mirror and decided to wake up.

The First Decision

I'd had this lifelong fantasy of being an early riser. There's something about waking up before you absolutely have to — before the scramble, before the day demands something of you — that sets a tone for who you become. I always knew that. I just never actually did it.

So I did it. I found a trainer I actually liked, someone whose approach to fitness matched where I wanted to be in the second half of my life. I started showing up at 5 AM. And I knew it had to be a little painful — that was the point. Too comfortable for too long. I needed to remember what it felt like to do a hard thing first.

That was the foundation. But the foundation was never really about the gym.

Saying Yes

What started happening next is harder to explain, but I'll try.

I began to notice a pattern in the things I was avoiding. Not the big scary things — the quiet ones. The opportunity to speak up in a room. The toast nobody was asking me to give. The chance to be in front of people and be seen. I'd been sidestepping those moments for years without even realizing it.

So I started saying yes to them. Small at first. And then something showed up that I didn't plan for.

My son wanted to play soccer. He'd never played before. When I signed him up, the league didn't have enough coaches. Someone floated the question, and something in me clicked.

I said yes.

I had no business coaching soccer. But I knew I needed to do this, not just for him, but for me. What happened over that season genuinely surprised me. Yeah, I was teaching seven-year-olds the offside rule — sort of — but mostly I was present with a group of kids in a way I hadn't been with anything in a long time. Something dormant woke up. The feeling of leading. Of being counted on. Of mattering to a small group of people on a Saturday morning.

A few weeks later, my younger son wanted to play baseball. They needed a coach.

I said yes again.

Two sports, two teams, two kids, zero expertise. And the part I couldn't have predicted: those seasons didn't just change what I was doing. They changed how I was seeing.

The Baseball Field

I want to tell you about a moment.

It was a fall evening. We'd just finished a game. My five-year-old and I were walking off the field together at dusk, pink skies all around us, his hand in mine, heading back to the car. Neither of us said much. But what was understood between us — what I felt with complete clarity — was that we had both left it all out there. We had a shared experience. We were working toward something together. We were expending.

A year earlier, I think that moment would have just washed over me. Another moment in a long string of moments. But I was tuned in that evening in a way I hadn't been in years. I felt the weight of his hand. I saw those skies. I knew exactly where I was and exactly what it meant.

That's what I mean by aliveness. Not a highlight. Not an achievement. Just the absolute bliss of an ordinary moment — available to you only when you're actually present enough to receive it.

That's what I'd been missing. That's what comfort had been costing me.

What Was Actually Changing

Here's what I didn't understand at first: the soccer team wasn't the point. The 5 AM alarm wasn't the point. What was actually shifting was the lens.

I was developing a philosophy — a habit of asking, when something feels a little scary, a little exposed, a little outside what I know how to do: what if I said yes to this?

And once that lens clicks into place, you start finding those moments everywhere. A golf league I built from scratch. Putting my face on a camera and sharing what I'm actually going through with strangers on the internet — which still scares me, and which has fed my soul in ways I didn't expect.

But I also find it in the unglamorous stuff. Emptying the dishwasher when I'd rather not. Making a cold call in business I've been putting off. Creating a photograph or a short film for no reason except that I felt the pull to make it — not for a client, not for an audience, just because that part of me asked to be used.

That last one matters more than it might sound. My creativity was one of the parts that had gone to sleep. And it's awake now. Not because life got easier or less busy, but because I stopped waiting for permission to use it. Making things — even things nobody sees — turns out to be one of the ways I stay alive.

The resistance doesn't go away. I want to be clear about that. I still feel it every time. But I've learned to read it differently. Resistance usually means you're standing at the edge of something worth doing.

These choices stack. That's the thing nobody tells you. Each yes makes the next one a little more available to you.

The Lesson

You don't have to blow up your life to improve it.

The soccer team, the early mornings, the golf league, the camera — those are just my specific version. Yours will look different. The point isn't to copy the choices. The point is to ask yourself honestly: where am I comfortable in a way that's making me smaller? What parts of me have gone quiet?

And then go do that thing. Even badly. Even scared. Even when it's just emptying the dishwasher.

My interior life is diametrically different than it was a year ago. Not because I overhauled everything — because I made one decision, and then another, and then another. Each one a little outside what felt safe. They stacked. They're still stacking.

I'm not further along than you. I'm just in the middle of it, same as you. But I can tell you from where I'm standing: the parts of you that have gone quiet? They're not gone. They're just waiting to be woken up.

Matt Fuller writes Notes from the Middle — on fatherhood, craft, and figuring it out as you go.

The Hidden Challenge of Working from Home (and How to Make It Work for You)

Working from home is often seen as the holy grail of modern work life.

No commute.
No dress code.
More flexibility, more autonomy, more time to actually get things done.

And it’s true—working from home is a privilege. For creatives, business owners, freelancers, and even full-time employees, it opens the door to a more efficient and personalized way of working.

But there’s another side to this setup that doesn’t get talked about nearly enough:

Working from home can be deeply isolating.

At first, it feels like freedom. You’re focused, productive, and in control. But after a few days—or weeks—you start to notice the subtle toll: the absence of connection, movement, variety, and boundaries.

You get stuff done. But sometimes, you feel a little disconnected from the world.

So how do we hold onto the benefits of working from home without getting lost in isolation, overwork, or monotony?

Here are five practical tips I’ve learned that help keep working from home balanced, sustainable, and even joyful:

Build Lightweight Connection Into Your Day

You don’t need a deep conversation or a formal meeting. Sometimes, it’s as simple as sending a voice note to a friend.
Replying to a post with something thoughtful.
Or texting a colleague, “Hey, how’s your week going?”

Human connection doesn’t happen accidentally—it has to be created.
Even small, intentional check-ins can make a huge difference in how you feel.

Move Your Body (Seriously, Every Day)

Working from home can make you dangerously sedentary.
But movement isn’t just about fitness—it’s about mental clarity.

Try this:

• Take a walk between meetings or tasks.

• Do 20 minutes of stretching or strength work in your garage or living room.

• Or take your next call outside and walk while you talk.

Fresh air and motion = instant mood reset.
Your body—and your creativity—will thank you.

Change Your Environment

Working in the same spot every day dulls your energy.

Try taking your laptop to a coffee shop once a week.
Even working from a different room can help you reset.

New environments stimulate your brain. And for creatives, that’s everything.

Create Transition Rituals

Without a commute or office hours, it’s easy for work to bleed into everything.

So build small routines that mark the start and end of your workday:

• Morning walk? That’s your “commute.”

• End-of-day stretch or music break? That’s your shutdown cue.

Transitions help your brain shift gears—and avoid burnout.

Make Space for Joy

Working from home can turn life into a loop of tasks.
You become efficient, but joyless.

Break that pattern.
Play music. Cook lunch from scratch. Step outside and just sit in the sun for five minutes.

You’re allowed to use the flexibility you’ve earned—not just for work, but for well-being.

Final Thoughts

Working from home is a gift—but it comes with responsibility.
Not just to be productive, but to protect your health, your energy, and your humanity.

With just a little intentionality—movement, connection, variety, and rhythm—you can make working from home not just bearable, but sustainable.

Got your own tip for working from home? Drop it in the comments. Let’s help each other build better days.

The Work Doesn’t Count Unless You Ship It

The work doesn’t count unless you ship it.

If you don’t press upload, share or play - the work doesn’t exist.

A few years back, I had just wrapped up a short film. Like many creatives towards the end of a process, I was wrought with self-doubt. I thought it was terrible. I thought I was terrible. So I wanted to hide myself and my work from the world.

With a little help from a mentor, I decided that uploading the work and sharing it with the world was going to somehow be worth it. It wasn’t that someone was going to tell me it was good. It’s that I was sending a message to myself that the process of making and sharing was going to keep me going.

I would no longer be stuck waiting for perfect. Regardless of results, praise or humiliation -  I would keep creating.

Did I become reckless and sloppy? No.

Empowered to forge past fear? Yes!

That work could have died as a .mov on my hard drive. Instead it shipped. It exists. And so does the rest of my work from that point forward.

Creativity is a choice. Passion is a choice. Be the boss of your process, and the rest will come.

Real People Shouldn’t Be In Front Of The Camera

Real people shouldn't be in front of the camera.

But, the most compelling stories & content comes from real people. Especially those willing to reveal even a modicum of vulnerability.

Have you been watching Netflix's Murdaugh Murders? Be honest...

I love actors (truly) but when a story is being told to me by a real person - a person who actually experienced a thing - it feels more authentic and just hits deeper. It's easy to see why; there's something about the truth that's revealed in a face sharing from experience rather than imagination.

But asking a real person to get in front of our camera's and reveal a part of themselves - sometimes that's just asking too much.

Unless it's not. Unless sharing that part of their story, that part of themselves, bring meaning to them. Delivers catharsis. Releases something that's been needing to be expressed.

And when that happens, that's when we get the good stuff. The stuff that's a co-creation between storyteller, subject and audience. The stuff that resounds with all of us, and makes us feel connected... to ourselves and our world.

What do you think?

The Start of Something New

Hello and welcome.

This has been on my to-do list forever. Build out a site to connect with people. Start a blog to share thoughts and add value. But I’ve got to be honest - I’ve been scared.

I’m scared to make something shitty. I’m scared to look bad. I’m scared of typos and bad grammar. I’m scared of what people might think. I’m scared of being judged. I’m scared of running gout of ideas and giving up. I’m sacred of failing. I’m scared of someone find this on the internet in 3 years and wondering what ever happened to that guy.

But more than anything, I’m scared of not doing. I’m scared of letting more time pass and not having created enough, not produced enough, not engaged enough with the world.

And that’s the course I’m on here. By sitting still, staying on the sidelines, we slowly wither away.

Instead, I’m choosing to get in the game and start playing.

I don’t know where this will go, or exactly what I’m going. But I know I’m ready to do it.

And I’d love for you to come along for the ride.