We're done apologizing for putting people before process, and the ROI speaks for itself. Time to break some rules. Here's your host, Kevin Patrick. This story starts on a Wednesday. I want to tell you about a trip, not because it was a vacation, because it was a dream I'd been carrying for a very long time, and one that my parents never got to take. Prior to the trip, my godfather passed away just before we left. He was the husband to my dad's sister and married for 70 years. 90 years old, military man, and luckily for me, we were able to make his services upon our retreat from Ireland due to the fact that the military preparation takes longer than a regular funeral. What I figured out is you don't. I missed my opportunities to take my parents to Ireland, and it was not for a lack of trying. We landed at Dublin Airport on a Thursday morning. Kelly and her boys, Liam and Brendan. And there was a car waiting with our name on it. The boys felt that was cool. And I remember thinking, we're actually here, finally. We stayed at the Westbury, right in the heart of Dublin. And that first night, sitting at dinner at Balfe's, watching Brendan figure out what to order, and Liam trying to act like he'd been to places like this to quite have a clean word for. Fullness, maybe. The next morning, our guide Archie met us at the hotel. Three hours walking Dublin, the Temple Bar, Trinity College, the Book of Kells, which happens to be a 9th century manuscript of preserved words from 1,200 years ago. Someone's dreams written down and kept. Then there was Dublin Castle. 800 years of history right under had been in a dungeon. The answer for the record is yes, obviously. Day three, Paul, our private chauffeur for the trip, Pulled up in a beautiful Mercedes V-Class. Drove through the Irish Midlands. Through Dunashear Heritage Park. Where we walked through recreations of how people lived a thousand years ago. And then Ashford Castle 800 years old Corib View Lake rooms through the woodlands where the boys flew Harris Hawks A six-year-old with a hawk on his fist in a forest in a castle that was old before Columbus crossed the Atlantic. I kept thinking about my parents. They would have loved this. Well, my dad would have loved it. My mom probably would have been freaking out. We cruise low carib the next morning, which is 365 islands off of the Connemara Mountains in the distance. Then we hit Bridget's Gardens, Conception, Growth, Harvest, and Death. And then we had Galway, wild and bohemian, the itinerary said. I guess it was right. Day five, the Burren. A landscape of limestone that looks almost man-made. Swirling circular formations stretching as far as you can see. A fifth generation Burren farmer took us through it in a vintage Land Rover. And then the Cliffs of Moher. We took the ferry first. That's the thing about the Cliffs of Moher. Until you see them from the water, you haven't really seen them. We sailed right underneath 214 meters like ants. and then we drove up and we stood at the top and as you know my parents never made it back to Ireland we had it scheduled a few times but life got in the way and then they were gone I carried their ashes home from the United States to Ireland for them I stood at the edge of those cliffs with my beautiful wife beside me and the boys close. With the Atlantic 700 feet below, I let my parents go. I don't have better words than that. I let them go, and they were home. After we stayed at Dromoland Castle that night, its lineage traces back a thousand years to Brian Beru, who was one of the last high kings of Ireland, and Mount Juliet the next evening. which happens to be a Georgian manor has a Michelin starred restaurant and beams in the Hound restaurant placed there in 1860 On the last morning Paul drove us to Dublin Airport and we flew home That was Wednesday, April 8th. I came home from literally the best week of my life. I achieved one of my bucket list items. only to find out that a door had been closed. I'm not going to give you more detail than that right now. What I'll tell you is this. For the first time in a long time, Trinity One was the only thing on the table. Not a side project, not something I was building in the margins, the whole table. And then I flew back up north solo to bury my godfather. Again, he had full military honors. The United States Marine handed my aunt the United States flag. And I was honored to read the second reading at mass. Then I flew back to Florida. And I opened the laptop. I spent three seasons. Page, the executive who couldn't name a single dream outside of work, and the burned-out engineer who needed someone to ask the right question. 36 architects, three seasons. And the whole time, there was a question I hadn't fully answered for myself. Dream Manager methodology begins with a single, simple question. What are your dreams? It's a harder question than it sounds, especially when you are the one who's supposed to know the answer. I know my dreams. I've known them for a while. Trinity One, Certified Dream Manager practice, helping people build systems around the things that actually matter to them. I knew all of that. What a future. That Wednesday moved when to now, like right now. So this season is different from the first three. Season one was about waking up. Season two was about rising up. and season three was about building up. Season four is going to be about going all in, not from a place of certainty, not because I had it all figured out, but because Wednesday came and the blank sheet of paper was about Trinity Forge, which is a framework for taking a business concept from idea to launch in weeks instead of months I going to tell you about Trinity Calibrate which is for the established company that knows it needs to integrate AI but has no idea where to start. I'm going to tell you about Cadence and the honest question I'm asking about the operating system I've been running and whether it's still the right one. And I'm going to tell you what it actually looks like when the person who teaches this has to live it. Case the Wednesday, I have to sit down and there's nowhere else to be. A woman I know, I'll keep her anonymous for now, spent 12 years building someone else's vision. She was good at it. Really good. She led teams, hit targets, built systems that outlasted her time in the room. And then one morning, her Wednesday came too. Her first call that day was to a friend who asked her, what do you actually want to build? She said she didn't know. She hadn't asked herself that question in years. That's where her story starts. And I'll come back to it. Because where it goes is the reason. There's another person I want to tell you about. He's been talking about his business idea for four years. Knows the market. He's done the research. He has the skills. Just waiting for just the right conditions. Right conditions meaning less risk, more certainty, and a cleaner runway. I understand that. I lived it. my parents in my hands is that the runway doesn't get it cleaner. It just gets shorter, right? His story is in this season, too. And like I said, I'm going to come back to both of them. My parents had a dream. And that was Ireland to go home. They planned it more than one home, standing at the top of the cliffs, the Atlantic below, my kids beside me, and 12 dream categories alive all at once. I understood something I'd been teaching for three seasons without fully living it. Dreams don't wait for conditions. They wait for you. This is Wednesday, and I have a sheet of paper. Let's build.
