Since I can remember, I’ve been incapable of being anyone other than myself.

That honesty? It hasn’t always served me. Especially in a world where “playing it cool” is a badge of honor.

I almost wrote this blog from the high horse of having it all figured out — but then realized I’ve been doing the same thing I’m warning you about. Pretending to care less. Holding back. Acting chill.

The truth is: You can’t teach what you don’t live.

And if we’re honest, this whole cool act? It’s costing us connection — the very thing we crave most.

This is your invitation to drop the act and lean into the messier, more meaningful parts of being human.

I’m talking about deep, dark, soul-crushing betrayal.

If you remember it vividly, your stomach might be tightening as your heartbeat quickens just thinking about it. Betrayal can be heartbreaking and enraging all at once.

My dad, Bob Morris, invented “cool.” If you ever met him, you know exactly what I mean. He rarely got excited or emotional in any way because he was just too cool.