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Some mornings the world wakes up swinging. Dead battery in the dark. Flat tire in the pouring rain. Laptop crashes when you need it most. Ankle rolls like it’s got a personal grudge. One hit after another—it’s a full-on shit day, the kind that makes most men curse, quit, or crumble.
This isn’t about pretending it’s fine. It’s about owning the chaos. What happens to you? Almost never in your control. Your response? 100% yours.
By Scott FugateSome mornings the world wakes up swinging. Dead battery in the dark. Flat tire in the pouring rain. Laptop crashes when you need it most. Ankle rolls like it’s got a personal grudge. One hit after another—it’s a full-on shit day, the kind that makes most men curse, quit, or crumble.
This isn’t about pretending it’s fine. It’s about owning the chaos. What happens to you? Almost never in your control. Your response? 100% yours.