MY VISION FOR NEXUS

Growing up, I was the kid who didn’t fit—like, anywhere. School was a revolving door of “nah, not my people.” Family? Mom, Dad, and my sister were the only ones I clicked with. Later, I found out Mom was adopted, and Dad was keeping his side at arm’s length for damn good reasons. Meeting my bio-family tied up some loose ends, but I still felt like I was on the outside looking in. Normal paths? Never my thing.

High school was a slog. My GPA was a pathetic 1.3—thank God for honors and college courses dragging it up a bit. I bombed gym class—couldn’t deal with the overweight gym teachers and pointless laps—but crushed AP Physics, figuring out gravity while everyone else was chucking dodgeballs. If I’d known then what I know now, I’d have bolted the second I realized I hated it all. I was better off elsewhere—tagging along with my dad, learning real shit, or grinding Xbox tournaments, building crews and snagging wins. Sports were my thing ‘til the schedules, drills, and “who’s the golden boy” killed it. I got along with most people—until I opened my mouth about what I actually thought. Then it was game over.

I was stuck around people with zero spark—not about money or religion, just no vision. Whiny, stuck, blind to the fact we’re even here, breathing, in this wild universe. How I didn’t turn into one of them, I’ll never know. Early jobs and my first stabs at businesses? Same deal—outgrew everyone fast. I was killing it by the world’s standards—big things, top schools—but it felt hollow. Like I’d climbed the wrong damn ladder.

What kept me going was my group of friends I picked up along the way. They got it—obsessed with making a mark, not just stacking cash. We figured if you shake things up, the rest falls into place. That was my lifeline.

Then 2023 hit. Met my wife. First date, I’m rambling about this networking group idea, probably sounding half-crazy. She’s like, “Okay, neat, but how’s that even work?” I had no answer, but it stuck with me. Spent months digging—nothing out there like it. Sweet. I’ve always been the “figure it out myself” type, so I went for it—talked it over with my crew, mulled it in my head, started piecing it together. Called it “my latest delusion” with a smirk.

Shit started rolling. Called 61 people—52 were in. The honesty I didn’t want. A week later, my high school best friend hits me with, “Keep pretending you are good with this life. No one’s saving you. Mediocrity’s will be a coffin for you—get moving.” Felt that one. Hooked up with a killer design firm—top of the game—and turns out the owner’s from my old neighborhood, ten minutes away. Universe winking at me? Hell yeah. Was it a risk? Sure, but what’s the alternative—stagnation? No shot.

So here’s NEXUS: a group for the uncommon, the hustlers, the ones who don’t play by the script. We’re not here to chase titles or kiss ass—we’re making something real, something that sticks. Impact’s the goal; connection’s the glue. I’ve been looking for my people my whole life, and now I’ve got you. We’re not just talking big—we’re doing it. Let’s keep pushing, ‘cause the universe ain’t done, and I’m too bullheaded to stop.