19 January 2026

I remember this story because of my Dad. He walked out of the house and found his young son digging a random hole on the property. No plan, poorly equipped, but enthusiastically digging. He stood there asking questions, not judging. Supporting the dream.

Just letting me gleefully dig.

He taught me that no one knows where inspiration comes from — only that it’s fragile, invaluable, and fleeting. – Rands: I’m Going to Dig a Hole

That last line stuck with me. Inspiration is fragile, invaluable and fleeting.