This week, we made it official.
Over the past year, my son and I launched a podcast…and like most things worth doing, it didn’t start smoothly.
We had false starts.
The wrong microphone.
The wrong location.
At one point, I was convinced my home office would be perfect.
It wasn’t.
The lighting bounced off the glass on the walls. We filmed an episode, watched it, and grudgingly knew it wasn’t going to work.
So we made a decision.
We built a studio.
(And to be clear—my son built it. I assisted.)
Our dining room table became the centerpiece of interview set.
The pool table moved to the dining room.
We designed built-ins and created a custom backdrop.
And then we hit a wall: branding and signage.
After spending far too many hours trying to come up with the “perfect” podcast name, I let it go.
Instead, I went back to something that was deeply personal.
The brass letters from my time in public office. The ones that once hung outside my office.
That’s when Gable Signs saved the day.
They are a large, established company (that makes signs for stadiums and Starbucks) that took the time to help bring this vision to life.
Paul Gable and his team transformed those letters into something beautiful, and even more meaningful: a timeless centerpiece for our studio.
It’s more than signage.
It’s a reminder of where I’ve been, and what we’re building. I will never look at it without being filled with gratitude that Paul and his team made this happen!!
The podcast is live, and I’m incredibly proud of the conversations we’re having. And now it’s hitting socials.
Our goal is to share stories of people who have been confronted with challenges and chose to hit it head-on! I’d love for you to check it out, subscribe, and share your thoughts.
And if you’re building something of your own, don’t wait for perfect. If your goal is perfect, you’ll never get there! Start, and accept that you’ll figure it out along the way.
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