A rant...

Hey, It's Ramon —

Dulce has five days of dogs coming.

The howler today, the Afghan hound. Goldens tomorrow. And her buddy Remy the Doberman for three days.

Every time this happens I think about when we moved into this house.

We got the opportunity and had no idea how we were going to pay for it.

We just knew it had a tennis court.

Which meant I'd stop staking out the public courts for an hour to teach a lesson, only to get chased off by city officials.

So we jumped out of the airplane and figured we'd build the parachute on the way down.

What I was actually doing, without naming it, was following my passion.

I love dogs. I mean it. And at the time I was deep into copywriting.

So one plus one equaled three.

I wrote an ad and put it up on Rover. We'll give your dog the most amazing time ever. Red light therapy. And I'll serenade them on the violin every day.

(I still do this. I still send little clips of me playing Brahms lullaby while the dog is in full chaos mode.)

And it became a thing.

Here's the part I want you to catch.

You don't know how it's going to look when you start.

You might say you're taking action toward your passion, but underneath you're quietly insisting it has to lead to one specific outcome.

That insistence is the leash.

Because all the good stuff came from the left turns.

A movie wanting to shoot in the backyard, out of the blue, covering a month's mortgage.

A new dog coming two days a week, adding a thousand a month.

A chain of events I never could have planned.

So here's the simple version of the formula.

Every moment you can, act on the thing that excites you the most.

Take it as far as it naturally goes.

Then let go of what the outcome has to look like.

And stay in a good state no matter what shows up.

Now the part nobody warns you about.

Sometimes following your passion means doing something that is the opposite of exciting.

Case in point. I'm in a coaching program I invested real money in, and part of it means setting up the tech.

APIs. DNS. Migrating files from one system to another.

If you gave me a choice between that and a root canal with nails on a chalkboard while each toe gets nailed to the floor, it'd be a close tie.

And nobody was coming to do it for me.

So yesterday I sat down and just started. Migrating, hitting problems, asking Claude what to do, sending a hundred thousand screenshots.

I wasn't blissed out. I won't pretend I was.

But it was connected to the thing I'm genuinely passionate about, which is working with you.

That's what carried me through it.

So don't assume that acting on your passion means every moment feels like hollering from the top of a mountain.

Some of it is DNS settings.

Do it anyway, because of what it's attached to.

Follow the excitement every moment you can.

Amazing things happen.

Talk soon, Ramon

P.S. The Inner Circle is where this stops being a solo experiment.

Following your excitement is a lot easier when there's a room of people doing it alongside you, catching the patterns you can't see on your own.

Most people go that route → innercircle.creatingthroughenergy.com