🥃 A Weekly Dose of Dre Keeps The Gurus Away

Everywhere I look, some funnel with arms is telling me to “do the work.” Like it’s this mystical, soul-stretching pilgrimage to self-betterment where you have to pluck a unicorn’s mane + chant under the blood moon or some shit. But what they don’t say is that it’s not just any work… and definitely not all the busywork they keep sucking us into. It’s not hustling until your life is abandoned or grinding your identity into whatever’s most palatable for the algorithm gods. 🤢 The work that...

You ever walk into a room and immediately realize you’re the only one with a fully functional bullshit detector? You watch people nodding along to some cookie-cutter business strategy, and all you can think is: 🤨 Are we all just pretending this makes sense?🤡 Are y’all seriously okay with this?🤬 Oh fuck, I’ve gotta sit here quietly while everyone eats this up, don’t I? It’s exhausting. Being an Outlaw in business means you are constantly surrounded by systems, formulas, and best practices that...

There was a time—before taxes, mortgages, and the crushing realization that laundry never actually ends—when we were all walking, talking, unfiltered vibes. Remember being a little kid? Not knowing any better than to exist in a state of pure, unhinged confidence? No second-guessing. No overthinking. No worrying about how you came across—because you were too busy seeing how many Goldfish crackers you could fit in your mouth to care. If you’ve ever spent time around a 5 yr. old, you know...

Lose yourself in this scenario, and I promise I’ll pick you up on the other side, unscathed… You’re lost in the woods. It’s been hours. Maybe days. You’re tired. Hungry. Your phone is dead. Your sneakers have somehow been eaten by a self-righteous vegan bear, leaving you barefoot + deeply regretting your life choices. Then, just when you think, At least the wolves will raise me right, you see a tiny cabin up ahead. Smoke curling from the chimney. A warm light glowing from the window. A...

Do you ever feel like that one lone martini glass on the back shelf at a dive bar – frosty, fabulous, and full of potential… but also tragically passed over because nobody wants to drench you in liquid courage or garnish you with a tiny pep talk on a toothpick? Me too. All the time! Isolation is just part of the solopreneur experience. It’s the uninvited party guest of running our own show. It sneaks in when you’re trying to decode your own to-do list, whispers in your ear about how the world...