The Compound Interest of Staying Human in a High-Velocity Market

As an executive GTM operator and AI architect, navigating today’s automated applicant tracking systems has been a humbling paradox. The month of May just ended, but the conversation around mental health shouldn’t. This is a transparent look at macro economic trends, curveballs, the power of human compound interest, and why I am launching Apres Leisure today to fight the noise.

Everyone has so much going on, which makes it hard to sit down and “smell the flowers” as they say. It’s hard to keep up with the trends in greater society when it feels like your life is increasingly chaotic and you’re looking over your shoulder.

The month of May just ended, which is Mental Health Awareness Month. Safe to say, it gets less publicity than say October, which is Breast Cancer Awareness Month for example. Cancer hits so many with physical pain – not to mention the anguish that comes with it for families, literally of all shapes and sizes. Mental health, however, has always been stigmatized, cloaked and hidden. We are taught to put on a smile and deal with it, but to quietly suffer and not air out that kind of laundry. Back when, someone who goes to therapy was long considered “crazy” dismissively.

I’ll shine some light on the numbers. Spoiler alert: if you look at the trends across sources, mental health has been consistently getting worse and more costly no matter how you slice it (these charts were from studies done in December of 2023).

Also, not too surprising news is that the younger your generation, the more mental health issues you are facing as a general trend. Two-and-a-half years ago, 73% of people cited having a mental health issue in the past year.

A lot has changed since that time.

And for the record, it’s okay to not be okay.

Fair disclosures: I am married to a front-line social worker and crisis worker. Every single day, she and her peers navigate the compounding numbers of our unhoused communities, veterans, and individuals left short on answers and hope and have turned to suicidal plays. Witnessing their selflessness is a daily masterclass in empathy. They are the quiet, essential infrastructure holding our communities together, operating in a system that often feels like it has running out of human solutions.


Many of the youth today were taught that the path to success is paved through education (of which job-placement rates don’t support largely thanks to unbridled advanced in technology). Most probably haven’t heard of the artist Tupac, who was gone too soon. Tupac was an activist with SO many famous quotes, interviews and statements that remain relevant 30 years later, like the one below, “They got money for wars, but can’t feed the poor.”

To use a baseball analogy, I feel like I’ve had to face not only every curveball life could throw over the past few years, but every Paul Skenes “splinker,” slider, curve and heater (shout out to my Pirates, first sign of competitive life in ages). I absolutely know the feeling of being in that clear, growing majority.

As an executive operator who builds high-velocity GTM engines and complex AI data workflows, it has been a humbling paradox to sit on the other side of the screen. I know firsthand what it’s like to spend hours-upon-hours job hunting, matching keywords and navigating automated applicant tracking systems only to hit immediate auto-denials. It forces an honest calibration of what matters. It also makes me realize that while I am actively hunting for my next senior GTM, marketing, or strategic operations leadership mandate, the goal isn’t just to find a title—it’s to align with a team that values human clarity as much as velocity.

I am a believer in the power of compound interest.

I know that if I can lock in my alter ego mindset, escape in the mountains, get some ski laps and laughs in with friends, or spend some time with animals or in nature, that gives me some temporary reprieve. Meditation, deep breathing, down-time and escaping screens all helps – just ask the experts…to a point…

Even when I’m down, I try to count my blessings and remember that someone else has it worse. I’ve always tried to make someone’s day putting a smile on their face – be it asking my grocery baggers about the latest in their life and thanking them or being nice to the customer service people on the phone that deal with a lot of upset people.

The photo above at the top is from my time gig-working at a local music festival, trying to make people’s day with a quirky greeting at the gate with my man Julius. Julius spends time handwriting cards and gives them to random people for encouragement: mine was “You deserve all the wonderful things life has to offer. Share the love.”

This exact friction is why I am officially launching an all-terrain lifestyle project today called Apres Leisure. The brand was born out of a profound need for those special ‘Third Places’—the quiet mountain ridges, the ski laps with lifelong friends, the local brewpubs, or a festival gate with Julius—where we step away from the digital noise, find temporary reprieve, and transform to our legendary forms. We believe our apparel and gear can serve as physical artifacts to trigger the mindset needed to persevere. To anchor this mission with action, a portion of all proceeds throughout the month of June will be directly donated to frontline mental health initiatives.

Money isn’t everything. It won’t solve the world’s issues, but I believe that if we can make the effort to take the time to connect with people, following up and showing someone that you are thinking of them, creates traction and goodwill is infectious.

May is over, but that doesn’t mean the movement and momentum has to end here.

Be kind, divert some energy to someone else in the community and if they take the notion and do the same, that can start a movement, and could well become a trend in itself.

The Next Life Chapter: No Pain No Game

Shutting a door with a bang and opening a new one going into 40.

I was embarking on a monumental life chapter on paper. A confluence of factors had me push myself on my New Year’s Resolution going into my turn going “over the hill.” I set out to step up and make it a transformative turn and it sure proved itself as the most difficult, challenging stretch of my life.

Immediately after the Cuba trip in mid-June, I tore the achilles lunging playing pickleball for the first time. It felt like a weight dropped on the back of my leg and I immediately felt a pop, yelled and looked around for someone that kicked me. I’m lucky it didn’t happen before the trip as it well could’ve. Sad moment for a proud athlete who prides himself in skiing 50+ days a year and never getting a real injury to date.

After limping around doing yard work hoping it was maybe a high ankle sprain, icing and sleeping on it hoping the issue would subside, I was proven wrong: this turns into a key metaphor for life and the moment. I woke up, the swelling moved down my league and bruising of the “cankle” was significant. A little Googling had me worried for the worst – a torn achilles. Urgent care got me a quick MRI that I ultimately didn’t need, but it showed a clear rupture. Because I got in early to my doctor, I got the option to not do surgery and just do physical therapy. Doing the research (re-injury rate is 3x less via surgery ) and my father-in-law felt like his ankle came back stronger after surgery and I flipped.

A friend recommended the new “speed bridge” surgery that Aaron Rodgers famously came back from, but that wasn’t readily available locally. I (half) jokingly had my screened and validated OSU grad doctor mark the correct leg to operate on to avoid the accidental procedure on the wrong leg. Luckily the surgery went well, I was wheeled home and fighting the pains trying to minimize the opioids for recovery as much as possible. In short, I’m very thankful for all the help from my father in law Peter, who pushed me to stay on regiment to the exact rep, not put weight on it and helped with chores. I can thank U of Utah’s Dr. Dave Carter (PhD. in achilles recovery), who Peter swore by, Peter and my wife for the support. I hit a flooring low point hope-wise early on knowing my summer and fall were shot, but I was focused on skiing come winter and I sucked it up, worked hard on my PT, hit the weight room hard to build the strength (and then some) and somehow in just under 6 months, worked my way back on the mountain and wrapped up a ski season skiing 54 days and nearly 800k vertical feet. To date, it’s no Rodgers story of non-field heroics, but I’ve just passed a year since surgery (about the date you can said to be recovered) and I’ve had no setbacks aside from sporting a purple, scarred bulge and the humbling life moment escapade that came with it.

A lot of mental work also brought me to forcing myself to step up, realize my needs and what I believe in and take a stand instead of quietly taking the easy way out. Just like hobbling on a leg I knew in my gut was shot and possibly extending the damage and thinking I could “sleep it off,” I had a tendency to internalize. What do I believe in? What breaks the code?

I needed to learn a key lesson when it comes to self-actualization and speak up for what and whom I believe in. Over the course of the year, I transparently called out my closest friends, family and coworkers. I stated my piece instead of allowing the status quo or playing both sides and it led to a ton of pain, heartache and feeling alone with a number of my closest relationships feeling very much in limbo.

I forced myself to start instituting and enforcing boundaries. I’ve realized that you can only control yourself and that people won’t change unless they are open to it. This is a work in progress. The truth is that many of those relationships will never be the same, people come and go and show their true colors. ‘Tis life – stay true.

The world has drastically changed dramatically politically, economically and socially. Many are feeling hopeless and forgotten and it’s easy to get sucked into deep despair following the news: I sure did. It’s ok to not be ok, just know what outlets are available.

While/when it may seem hopeless on a macro scale, it’s okay to tune out and focus on the micro. I just read “Go-Giver” and “Infinite Game” in my summer hammock. I’m a firm believer that karma is real, providing “glimmer” moments – small periods of joy and striving to find ways to give back can help lift spirits. Those can include dropping messages of goodwill, making random people laugh, compliments, gifts, giving time or feedback (transparent) pay dividends in “life purpose equity.”

Give and live! Take stock in what you have with gratitude and not the social comparisons – what a decade and chapter. Stand up for yourself and what you believe in.

You may feel ripped to shreds and alone in the world, but work the process and come out of it a new person; epic comeback story in the making.