DC

The doors keep opening 🚪

There was a boy, back in 2016. Eyes as big as anyone could imagine. Full of wonder. Curiosity. Impatience. Excitement. Fear. Uncertainty. Him against the world. (Entering my flow state brb)

Looking back 10 whole years, if he knew now what he knew then, would he change anything? Nah, probably not. We’re often told not to look at our past, but there’s a reason it exists. It serves as our “south star” - a direction to show us where we’ve gone so far, to help us decide where our “North Star” should continue to be.

I’ve worn so many damn hats lmao 🤣 I’m so grateful with paths I got to cross with people, the opportunities that came my way, the growth I experienced, all because it was scarier to go down a path less traveled, and did it anyway.

10 years of wisdom. 10 years of friendships that have come and gone. 10 years of love that was given, and received. We are all a collection of our experiences, and stories we’ve heard from our friends, strangers, loved ones, and I hope that as I continue to get older, that future me continues to feel proud of who I am becoming as a person, the things I’ve accomplished and yet to achieve. If I didn’t take a chance on myself then, all I’d be filled with was a bunch of “what if’s”.

I don’t want to see myself as some motivational speaker, but if how I live impacts even one of you online, I feel like I’ve done my part in this world. If there’s something you’ve desired to do for a long time and haven’t done it, just f*cking do it. The worst that’ll happen is you’ll probably suck at it first, until you don’t. Then you’ll wonder why you didn’t start sooner. Here’s to another 10 years. Big fat love to whoever reads this x

Moments > doom scrolling

Fallin’ into the season

Rebrand smashing through 🙋🏻‍♂️

I want to carry these three words with me for a while. To remind myself to remain compassionate to those who need a little pep in their step (I know how it felt to feel invisible growing up).

The grace to not be so hard on myself and always perfect everything (just take that damn first step, figure out the rest later).

The wit to cut through noise, think for myself, question everything, and move decisively.

Ty for the awesome pics ˙ᵕ˙

Incase you missed the buzz…

Arc ‘25 - magical weekend. Again and again 🎵

A little story. I’m not trying to motivate you, but to just show you that a guy that still has his 9-5 job can still create some pretty damn cool things in his 5-9.

What’s that cool thing you’ve been wanting to create?

Lost and free 🌎

Thank you for a fun adventure, I’m honored.

Warning ⚠️: Mindful yapping, read along.

No one said this journey would be easy. Actually, if they did, they LIED and deserve to step on a LEGO. No manual, no rule book, no wise old gym Jedi whispering secrets about protein timing and mental health. Just me, some dumbbells, and a whole lot of trial and error (mostly error).

These two pics are about 2 years apart, but lemme tell ya… real progress didn’t show up until I stopped chasing perfection and started chasing purpose. Weird, right? Muscles AND mindfulness? Who knew?

Now, don’t twist this post into a flex-off. It’s not about showing off the gains (okay, maybe one bicep curl). It’s about being real. Fitness isn’t just about looking like a Greek god. It’s about healing, evolving, and not throwing your alarm clock across the room at 6am. It’s solidarity. It’s community. It’s life… with more sweat.

And as we step into this rainbow-colored, sparkle-powered, pride-packed month 🏳️‍🌈, this one’s for the fighters. The ones using fitness as therapy, as armor, as celebration.

I see you. You better see you, too. Capes optional, but highly encouraged.

With love, protein powder, and just a pinch of sarcasm,
– DC 🦸‍♂️💪💖

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Want me to tweak anything else — tone it up, turn it down, or throw in a chimichanga reference?

New lore incoming - guess we’ll find out what happens next together, or whatever 🫠❤️‍🩹

Despite everything that’s happening, find that pocket of happiness ☀️

Love you neighbors