Greg Baugues

ADHD Meds

I’ve been taking stimulants for ADHD1 for nine years.

I was hesitant to go on them. It’s funny, because at the time I was smoking half a pack of cigarettes and a non-trivial amount of weed every day. I’d get drunk on the weekends, was sometimes eating McDonalds twice a day, and could easily drink a 2L of Coke in 24 hours.

But, “I don’t want any chemicals fucking with my brain.”

StartupBus

Last Thursday, 100 people hopped on buses coming from five cities to converge on Nashville. While on the bus, they formed 22 teams with folks they had never met before, decided on an idea, and tried to create a new business.

StartupBus has been doing this for six years. The business ideas have historically been web and mobile apps, but this was the first year that they’ve had a “Maker Bus” focused on creating physical hardware.

That bus originated out of Chicago.

They weren’t sure the Maker Bus was going to work. I mean, you can imagine banging away on a laptop in the back of a bus for three days, but what are you going to do, bring a 3D printer on the bus?

Ready

I started listening to Tim Ferriss’ podcast a few weeks ago. Like all things he does, it’s truly excellent.

One of my favorite episodes so far is with WWE superstar, Triple H. He’s a great story teller, which shouldn’t be surprising considering he’s one of our generations most practiced stage performers. (Consider two decades of performing 250 live shows a year in front of tens-of-thousands.)

While discussing his pre-game ritual, he tells a story about visiting Floyd Mayweather before one of his biggest fights. I’ll transcribe it here, but you should find the time to listen to the full episode:

Delayed Bonding

The expectation when your baby is born is that the sun will shine, the angels will sing, and you will realize that you’ve never loved anything more than your newly arrived “bundle of joy.”

Except, it doesn’t necessarily work that way.

For some men it does. I have friends who were 100% smitten right out of the gate. But for a lot of men (and women too, but I’ll stick to writing what I know), it’s months before actual affection approaches what they think they “should” feel.

You may not love your baby right away. That’s okay.

Rachel had a rough labor. When Emma came out, I remember looking at her — crying, head malformed, covered in mucus — and thinking, “If the last twelve hours was the cost for this, I’m not sure it was worth it.” 1