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#67. A Swedish Saying That Somehow Works Here Too.
Plus: Unpacked Bernie Marcus and more...
Hello and welcome to your weekly dose of actionable (and occasionally provocative) things.
Did you know Iâm a born-again minimalist?
Welcome to the beginning of my âessentialistâ era.
Last week I finally did a deep dive into my closet and found things I havenât touched since 2018.
Shirts I bought for a version of me who goes to way more galas than I actually do.
Half my wardrobe wasnât clothes. It was a cosplay for a life I donât live.
So I got ruthless.
If it required too much patience, it left.
If it needed a âsomeday,â it left.
If it was waiting for a life Iâm not living, it definitely left.
I got rid of 50% of my wardrobe. And yes, I donated a big chunk. Iâm a minimalist, not a monster.
Now my closet feels calm, which is rude, because I didnât know it was an option.
Enjoy the edition!
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Learn From My Mistakes
Short story of how I break life chaos into small, solvable problems - 3 min read.

True story: my last work week of the year.
I tried to fix my life the way every stressed adult does.
I made a plan so clean it deserved its own skincare routine.
I deleted apps.
I blocked websites.
I rearranged my desk.
I even opened a fresh notebook like I was starting a new life chapter.
I wrote a to-do list with confident verbs like âFinalizeâ and âResolve,â which is hilarious because I canât even decide what to watch on Netflix without scrolling for 40 minutes and then rewatching something Iâve already seen. (Breaking Bad is so good, btw.)
And for about 34 minutes, I was unstoppable.
Then real life showed up.
One email that started with âQuick question.â
A calendar reminder that felt like a personal attack.
And the Yorkie did that tiny cough that means, âI ate something illegal again, and Iâd like you to panic on my behalf.â
My brain looked at my perfect plan and said: âCuteâ.
Then it did what my brain always does when things get messy.
It went looking for a label. A metaphor. A way to explain why I can brush my teeth during an earthquake but canât write for ten minutes on a normal Tuesday.
Thatâs when I remembered an old Swedish expression:
Most kids are dandelions, but a few are orchids.
Dandelions are resilient.
Theyâre not glamorous, but they are unkillable.
They grow in sidewalk cracks.
They thrive in chaos.
Nobody sits down and says, âYou know what this garden needs? Dandelions.â You donât need to.
They show up anyway, like your wifeâs opinions. (Metaphor, honey. A METAPHOR. Put the rolling pin down).
Orchids are different.
If you donât care for them properly, they wilt.
They are high-maintenance in a way that feels personal.
But if you care for them, they bloom like crazy. The kind of pretty that makes your wife request orchids for her birthday every year. (Honey, are we good again?)
Hereâs the problem nobody tells us:
This isnât just about kids.
Itâs about our habits.
And, unfortunately, our personality.
Some habits are dandelions.
Brushing your teeth.
Making coffee.
Checking your phone before your eyes are fully open (mmm, a quick sip of chaos).
Those survive anything. You could do them half-asleep, sick, during a Wi-Fi outage. These habits run on autopilot.
But some habits are orchids.
Writing.
Working out.
Eating like you have tomorrow plans, not just today problems.
Having the hard conversation.
Starting the thing you keep âplanning.â
Theyâre high-upside but picky. They donât do well in âIâll do it laterâ time slots.
And what do we do with orchid habits?
We treat them like dandelions.
We act like they should survive:
bad sleep
a calendar with back-to-back blocks and zero oxygen
two cups of coffee and zero actual breakfast
a to-do list so long it requires scrolling
Then weâre shocked when the habit dies.
Again.
And then we do the adult equivalent of yelling at a plant.
âWhy canât you just be more disciplined?â
Meanwhile the plant is stuck in a dark closet like, âSir, Iâm an orchid!â
Thatâs the sneakier truth: we didnât fail.
We put an orchid in the shade and yelled âGrow!â
So I tried an experiment.
Instead of demanding âdiscipline,â I gave the orchid habit actual care.
Not fancy care. No candles. No âmorning pagesâ in a sunlit loft.
I picked one orchid habit: writing.
I gave it one minute.
Just one minute.
Not âwrite for an hour.â Not âfinish the draft.â
One minute. Open the doc. Type literally anything. Even if itâs garbage.
Garbage counts. Garbage is compost. Compost becomes flowers.
Iâm basically a poet now. (Or a philosopher, but Iâm too young to die dramatically.)
I set a timer. I made it slightly easier to start than to avoid.
And something annoying happened.
It worked.
Not perfectly. Not magically. But it started.
I lowered the bar until it was basically underground.
My brain didnât notice until we were already doing it.
Because orchid habits donât need me to become a tougher person.
They need a better environment.
Till next time.

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Inverted Pyramid Org Chart: Marcus ran Home Depot like an upside-down hierarchy - customers first, stores next, and leadership at the bottom. Even the Atlanta office branding was âStore Support Center,â not âWorld Headquarters.â
Drop Everything for the Store: If a store called anyone at HQ (from chairman to janitor), the instruction was simple: stop what youâre doing and take the call. Itâs a built-in anti-bureaucracy alarm.
Daily Paranoia Prompt: His morning question was basically: who will destroy me today if I donât keep my eyes open?
Six-Item Customer Checklist: He used a simple âCustomer Bill of Rightsâ as a decision filter - right assortment, quantities, price, helpful floor associates, trained product knowledge, and being there when customers need help.
3-to-6-Week Store Boot Camp: Even corporate roles like lawyers, accountants, HR, and marketing had to work in stores for three to six weeks to understand reality before making rules. They also required board members to visit 12 stores each quarter to stay grounded in reality.
Complaints as Free Research: Heâd work the floor in an orange apron, and when customers complained, he wanted to hear it (even after they realized who he was). Complaints were treated like usable data, not disrespect.
Trades-First Hiring System: They hired for real expertise - carpenters in lumber, master gardeners in garden, and they tried to have at least one licensed electrician and plumber per store. He even pushed a hiring program for workers over 60 (âBernieâs Boysâ) to stack experience on the floor.
Return Policy as Trust Default: He backed an extremely liberal return policy (yes, even used tools) because the decision filter was âtrust first,â not âcatch every abuser.â
Make Everyone Rich Enough to Care: Stock incentives created 1,000-plus employee millionaires, which is a pretty aggressive way to align effort with outcomes.
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