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  • 🧠⚡️❤️⚓️ Bright Advancing Generation: The Smile of Balance

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    Category: Brains & Guts Reflections
    Author: Coach BAG

    The Beginning of BAG’s Purest Form

    Today was powerful.
    A reminder — of why I started.
    And why I’ll never stop.

    This is simply the beginning.
    The beginning of pure, open BAG — no gatekeeping, no holding information for later.
    The BAG mindstate is meant to be shared in real-time.
    Every aid, every discovery, every moment of balance that enters my life will be given to the next generation, immediately.

    Because this is how the Bright Advancing Generation will grow — not in secret, but in the light.

    Balance Found In A Smile

    I trained a young man today.
    Unplanned. Random.
    But the moment revealed itself exactly as it was meant to.

    What started as a simple reconnection with the aids for myself…
    Became a moment where I became the aid for him.

    I watched him begin to understand balance — like riding a bike for the first time.
    And as the balance took hold, the smile came.

    That smile — I know it well.
    Because it’s the same smile that saved me.
    The smile of clarity.
    The smile of understanding.
    The smile of gratitude.

    Why I Train

    I don’t do this for income.
    I don’t do this for numbers.
    I do this for one reason only:
    To serve as the aid for the next generation.

    The BAG method isn’t about forcing change.
    It’s about revealing what was always already inside you — balance.

    Whether you’re on the path to the NBA, chasing a college scholarship, or simply finding peace within your skillset —
    Balance belongs to everyone.

    The Flow of The BAG Mindstate

    🧠 Balance — Recognize the tension. Respect it.
    ⚡️ Aid — Apply the adjustments that reveal control and freedom.
    ❤️ Gratitude — Smile. Feel it. Receive the gift.

    Bright Advancing Generation Has Already Started

    From my first client Sammy, to today’s young man…
    I’ve seen the same results over and over:
    Balance. Consistency. Confidence. Gratitude.

    That’s BAG.
    That’s why I’ll keep walking.
    Keep sharing.
    Keep giving away these aids as they’re revealed to me.

    There’s no competition.
    There’s only contribution.
    There’s only purpose.

    Closing Reflection

    I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:
    Bright Advancing Generation is full of balance and hidden treasures.

    I’ll just keep walking.

    Always grateful,
    Coach BAG 🧠⚡️❤️⚓️

  • Brains & Guts — The Pathway Is Unique (Sharpening Season Continues)

    Author’s Note:
    Brains & Guts isn’t just about what happens on the court. These entries document my real-time process of mastering the BAG mindstate — mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. This post reflects one of the most personal phases of my sharpening season. It takes brains to analyze where you are, and guts to stay on the path. Every word you read is part of that process.

    The Pathway Is Unique

    Bag is a mindstate you must enter and exit. At the entrance, you meet amazement and lost treasures — a secret pathway to the ultimate state of being. I’m simply speaking from my experience using the BAG mindstate.

    While traveling in the pathway you continue to hear chants and screams from the entrance — the past versions of yourself desperately holding on to the possibility of your return.
    Once you enter, you have a choice:

    • Go backwards to the entrance
    • Or exit too soon and return prematurely.

    As distance increases for me from the entrance, I can tell I’m starting to become hard to see — hard to make out. The frequency is desperate and continues to be loud due to the space between us. But as I keep my head down — not focused on destination, just moving forward — my steps fight for me and drown the noise.
    It’s aware of my arrival.
    It refuses to accept the accomplishment of my new state of being.
    I can’t move backward.
    I refuse.
    I’m becoming something that is foreign.

    I know nothing is new underneath the sun, but I wonder who in my bloodline has walked this path before me and passed this experience into my hands.
    I’m grateful for them.
    I shall walk until we rise again.

    No one.
    No noise will stop me from heading forward for us.
    The bag mindstate is a constant forward motion — not perfect, but progressing.

    The Nature of the Sound

    The sound uses words like “never” and “always.”
    It communicates strictly through judgment.
    It begs for empathy — but once you give it space, you become a perspective jumper… trying to decode its view, trying to justify your own.

    When I’ve done that in the past, I didn’t move backwards — but I was tempted to leave the pathway.

    That temptation is part of the test.
    It dangles my inner issues.
    It challenges me beyond my own understanding.

    The Inner Battle Team

    You can’t fight this with your adult self alone.
    Your inner child and the memories of your past must come to the fight with you.

    That’s why I’m grateful for the ones who walked before me.
    I know they’re watching and assisting me.
    Inner child.
    Adult self.
    Ancestors.

    We hold hands together as we walk.
    Reminding the sound:

    “We’ve united before. And we stayed strong through this cycle of life.”

    Time?
    Energy?
    They continue to shift this pathway to carry the story once told.
    And again, I stay out of the way —

    Head down.
    Moving towards the inevitable.

    Forward Is The Only Direction

    The goal of the sound was to get me to go backwards.
    But I’ve realized:

    Forward and steady is the pace of life inside the BAG mindstate.

    Doubt is gone.
    Fear is gone.
    Pain is felt — but understood.

    The deepest pain I once carried was not being involved in my child’s life as much as I would like.
    But I’ve chosen to release control over what I can’t hold.
    I’m grateful for every moment, at any capacity, I get to share my experience with my daughter.

    For Her — And All Who Come After Me

    The bag mindstate will meet her one day.
    I’m grateful to walk this path now — to share my experience.
    Even if not in words — I will love and bond with her in ways that imprint energy she’ll carry.

    The ancestors will hold her hand, just as they held mine.
    Her inner child will fight the good fight for her one day.

    Always grateful for the opportunity.

    I walk this pathway with full faith.
    Every treasure I drop along the way may one day be found by her.

    There is nothing new under the sun:

    • First born.
    • Separated from each other.
    • Father and daughter.
    • The cycle repeats, but the healing begins here.

    The world may push fathers out of the home — but I will walk forward, into the pathway.
    Not only to find the exit, but to remind her that her father is a man who accepted balance…
    Who sought aids…
    And who reached gratitude.

    🧠⚡️❤️⚓️

    Post Summary Tagline:
    “Forward and steady is the pace of life inside the BAG mindstate.”

  • When the Storm Tries to Steal the Sunlight

    Coach Bag | Brains and Guts Blog

    “When gratitude grows stronger, so does the resistance.”
    That’s something BAG has shown me, again and again.

    Today was one of those days where the wave came hard.
    Not physically. But emotionally, spiritually… deeply.

    I’ve been holding on silently — not to pain, but to hope.
    Hope that by becoming a better man, a more grounded father, a more purpose-led version of myself…
    I could somehow heal what was broken.
    Not just for me. But for her.
    For my daughter.

    A 3-year-old who means the absolute world to me.
    She’s the reason I left a job that was draining my spirit.
    She’s the reason I sharpened the sword.
    She’s the reason I didn’t give up.

    And yet, today…
    I was told I’m being taken to court.
    For more control. For more money.

    But what about the time?
    What about the tears I’ve wiped?
    What about the growth I’ve chased in silence — so my daughter could one day be proud of me?

    My past didn’t have this blueprint.
    I didn’t get to see what it looked like when a man walked away from chaos and chose purpose.
    I didn’t get to see restraint turn into protection.
    But I’m giving my daughter that blueprint.
    That’s the BAG way.

    She deserves a father who doesn’t raise his voice in the name of love.
    She deserves presence. She deserves peace.
    She deserves balance.

    And even though her mother and I are no longer aligned…
    I still wish her growth. I still wish her balance.
    I just can’t keep sacrificing my peace for the sake of pretending we’re okay.

    Monday to Friday — 6am to 6:30pm.
    Me and my mom share the load.
    We don’t complain.
    We don’t ask for handouts.
    We show up — fully.
    Because showing up is love.

    Today was heavy.
    But it was also honest.
    And that’s what Proverbs 16:11 reminds me:

    “Honest scales and balances belong to the Lord; all the weights in the bag are of His making.”

    This weight? It’s not to break me.
    It’s to shape me.
    And I’m still grateful. Even now.
    Because I know another wave of peace is coming.

    Closing Thought:

    If you’re reading this… and you’re trying to build something while holding your world together —
    stay in your BAG.
    Protect your peace.
    Lead with gratitude.
    And let the storm sharpen you.

    🧠⚡️❤️⚓️