Time to strip down and reflect on 2020, or as I like to refer to it, “The Great Humbling”. Outside of the loneliness of quarantine, 2020 was my first year living alone in over 2 decades, which would later become the year I lost my 14-year old dog (Bruno 🐶❤️) and, worst of all, the passing of my Dad from COVID-19. Good thing I lived alone, because I can’t recall a year when I ugly-cried more.
But like all trials weathered in life, I’m a stronger man for enduring them, and after a year like 2020, suffice it to say – the testosterone is flowing. I enter 2021 emboldened by my pain, hungry and ready to rampage (with a mask on, naturally). 💪❤️✨
