I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who told me I was crazy or that I would never pull it off. I’d like to thank those who didn’t see the vision, didn’t share the dream, or better, claimed to be down for the cause but were only down for themselves. I needed that chip on my shoulder. I needed a reason to prove them so incredibly wrong. “Had people tell me to my face how we were family and how they love me while they were skimming off the budget // now when I see ‘em they’re the ones that’s acting funny.” I’m glad that certain people are sitting back wondering when “new Zach” will crack. When will he put the weight back on? How long until he stops donating and meditating and conversating about enriching his people rather than himself? As if it were that simple. As if I didn’t go through hell and back to become a man that my family could respect. As if I didn’t realize my friends deserved more. As if I still believe that the keys to heaven are stored in a Ferrari. As if I could just hit undo on all this growth, turn off this energy, unplug my desire to see everybody thriving. In the financial world, they say past performance does not guarantee future results. I’ve got past performances I’m not proud of, but the boy I was is not the man I am today. I have an obligation to set an example and I take that seriously. That’s rarely easy but a responsibility that comes with leadership. So to anyone on the sidelines who is waiting for the downfall, please know that it’s all love, but the best is yet to come.
Somewhere between psychotic and iconic || Somewhere between I want it and I got it Heading to NYC tomorrow to speak at the @nrf. Expect some serious hand-gesturing.
// She wanna get married tonight, but I can’t take a knee cause I’m wearing all white // It’s my first New Year’s being single in 10 years. I’m a romantic. This is new. So to all those wondering — auditions are now open 😏
I’ve watched a pattern over the past decade. Maybe a self-fulfilling prophecy, that my success came in boom-and bust cycles. Odd years (2011, 2013, etc.) were “boom” and the even ones (2014, 2016) were “bust.” The cycle broke in 2018. Shit popped off. Mistakes were made. Lessons learned, but all in all, a banner year. So now, I’m going to sit down and shut up. Meditate. Be thankful for friends. My family. The incredible team. Reflect on our losses. Remember that ego is an enemy more powerful than any other. Humility and humanity. More important than ever 🙏🏼
Entrepreneurs win with focus, resilience, and humility. Lose those, and your genius is irrelevant. This was my first time on a major TV show. A milestone. As I begin my reflection of 2018, I hold one of my favorite quotes tightly — “Think small, act small, we’ll get bigger. Think big, act big, we’ll get smaller.” Serial entrepreneurs are just method actors. I wonder whether I define a company or the company defines me. I’ve lived in 12 different cities. Signed paychecks for 714 different people. I looked and sounded different with every venture. I went from a dropout kid with a RAV4 to a fuck-you-pay-me “CEO” in a Jaguar to a benevolent, bearded, slick-backed Crossfitter in the cannabis industry dreaming of a tattoo sleeve and a Harley. Then million-dollar years became million-dollar weeks and suddenly, I was a high-roller with a solid brick of Versace gold around my neck, a penthouse, and a pageant queen who used people and loved things instead of the other way around. I almost lost myself and my tribe. My values and priorities were blurred. And worse, I forgot what brought me to the dance. Next year, I‘ll be focused on authenticity and consistency. I’ll prioritize my relationships, interactions, and the powerful effect I can have in the lives of people around me. No time to rest. Planning to be done. Big year, inbound. 🚀
Growth. 6 years ago, I was broke. 5 years ago, I was 19 and had $200,000 in the bank. 4 years ago, I was broke. 3 years ago, we secured a $15M valuation for a company that went bust and earned nothing. I was broke. In the 36 months since, companies I’ve founded have gone on to do $42,000,000 in revenue. How many times could you stop that story at “broke” and it ends in failure? Success isn’t a straight line. I’ve got many failures to come. But my stories don’t end until I say they do. Until then, I keep marching. I can be beat but I can’t be stopped. As far as I’m concerned, this is just the warmup lap.
Maybe I’m angry. Am I allowed to say that, publicly? Angry that our leaders fail to walk the talk. That it took me this long to find my voice. That Guy is gone. That I represent the picture-perfect, archetypal dropout success, ignoring the extensive advantages I’ve been given being born as a white male in a society defined by Caucasian patriarchy. That every new milestone becomes less exciting. That I’m admired for sitting on the floor while there are people sleeping on a floor. Is this “the life”? ............... I’ve wrestled with the word ‘deserve’. Years ago, I asked @mortimercanepa why he didn’t drive an exotic car. He could afford it. He responded that it wasn’t a question of money. “I don’t yet deserve it.” That changed me. Do we have a greater obligation to build before we treat ourselves? Do we need to earn our stripes? Does assisting others before ourselves have a cost... or does it pay? .............. Those closest to me know how hot this fire burns. I’m not “motivated”. I’m furious. I’ve been in a lot of industries. But the priority now is attacking inequality head-on, with all my resources, relationships, and focus. Everything I have. 2019 coming soon with one hell of a team. @amandasabreah @torianfields @ibthedesigner
Part 2 | “Business as a social good”. That’s my lesson this year. Bringing peace to those around me and making the world a little brighter or a little easier. These days I live for it, and that wasn’t always the case. My team, friends, and mentors taught me where to direct this energy. Someone once asked me whether I’d still wear a Rolex if no one could see it. I wouldn’t. So I stopped. I shifted my attention. I’ve got things in the pipeline. But these are different, ushering in a new chapter that’s designed to serve interests outside of mine. I’m not going to hide my success. I’m proud of how far I’ve come. But there are people who haven’t gotten their shot. I intend to challenge that with everything I have. More on that soon. In the meantime, gratitude, gratitude, gratitude 🙏🏼
Part 1 | This past year has changed me. Turmoil and grief ran parallel with the biggest successes of my life, underscoring this chapter with deeper questions as to my own pursuit. I sat at a fork determining what this all meant to me. I grew up dreaming of making these millions, earning this respect — once I could afford a Lamborghini or my own plane, I’d finally be happy. And now, I made it. Only took 6 fun years of destroying my mind, body, and relationships. I’ve never been good at being vulnerable, but this path is opening my eyes to one simple fact: I’m incredibly privileged to walk it, and it comes with a powerful responsibility to serve. That’s non-negotiable. You can skirt it, hide behind bottle girls or country clubs or expensive watches. But there’s no peace down that road. We live in a world measured by materiality. What if we counted contribution? Impact? Considered happiness as a key virtue of a successful life? This is my start. Part 2, soon. 🙏🏼
It was only a few years, but that’s all it needs to take. Consistent, focused, growth. The battle doesn’t happen in a crash diet, little progress comes in an instant. But add up those instances, day by day, month by month, year by year. Each day is another little victory, marching closer to the goal. A river cuts through stone with persistence. I think back to this man — how did I expect to properly lead my team when I couldn’t lead myself away from eating a whole pizza? How could I perform at an elite level while my body suffered? This took discipline with failures along the way. 2 steps forward and 1 step back. But I was no longer willing to tolerate a life characterized by acid reflux, exhaustion, and insecurity. Progress made ✅ Onward! . . . . #weightloss #weightlossinspo #weightlossjourney #fitnessmotivation #fitnessgoals #goals #entrepreneur #transformationtuesday
Exploring the futurus with the incomparable @futurusannie
And then it clicks: you lost your way. And the gears start to turn again. And the fire begins to burn. And massive deals start to close. And you meet people who expand your world farther than you could imagine. And you wake up every day to live life with passion and integrity. ... I’m back. Like I never left. . . 📸: @robbiepresley
2 sister pics in a row but you know what they say, you only turn 21 once, except for those ~6 other times over the last 2 weeks 🤷🏼♂️🎉
A journal and a dream. Lately, I’ve stopped thinking of dollar signs and focused on value. Stopped living on margins and started dreaming of passion. Stopped leveraging the take-back and began plotting the give. Success ultimately comes from a place of peace and joy — I’m finding mine. Big things coming 👊🏼
Just a lucky shot.
Family that are friends and friends that are family. Quick getaway to PA 🙏🏼