Sunday Sermon: The Pink Cloud Was Just the Blueprint
The Pink Cloud Was Just the Blueprint – Sunday Sermon from Ya Son of a Hippie
I was gonna kick off this week with something light.
Something like post about "Attitude & Discipline".
Hell, I thought that’s what a Sunday Sermon should be — a little hope, a little gut-punch, a little lift.
But if I’m not brutally honest with you — or with anyone pre-leveling up — then I’m just lying.
Let' keep it real.
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Let’s get into it.
The pink cloud was incredible.
I got so much done it’s crazy. You know, that Superman feeling.
Rebuilt my whole life — relationships, business, family — in a shockingly short time.
But here’s what I missed:
I didn’t rebuild me.
I just stopped drinking.
For those who don’t know — the pink cloud is what they call that overproduction of dopamine some people get after they quit.
It’s real. It’s powerful. And if you get it? Use that time wisely.
Mine lasted 6 months.
But like every high… there’s a crash.
And when it hits?
Flatlined.
Emotionally numb.
No motivation. No joy. Just quiet.
It feels like back to square one.
But it’s not.
Not even close.
Because during that pink cloud, I only built the blueprint.
The direction.
The blueprint for the life I want.
The pink cloud was the window —
A glimpse of what’s possible.
Of what life could be inside.
But once the cloud fades?
Now it’s time to build the damn house.
This crash — this fog I’ve been in —
It’s the pre-construction meeting.
You sit down, pull out the plans, and start taking inventory:
- What tools are missing?
- What materials do I still need?
- What parts of me haven’t been touched yet?
But you’ve got the plans.
You’ve got the vision.
You’re not starting from scratch.
You’re connecting/installing the underground utilities now — the stuff no one else sees. The hard stuff.
And maybe for the first time…
You’re building you.
Time to leave the drafting table.
Time to start installing something real.
Something solid.
And here’s the real kicker: A Universal Truth
In order to build yourself,
You’ve got to love yourself.
You can’t build what you hate and expect it to stand strong.
Not this time.
But here’s the good news:
You choose to not be the guy you used to hate.
You’re not that broken version anymore.
By learning to love who you really are, your soul —
Scars and all —
You’re honoring the One who made you.
And we all know who that is.
God.
Can we get and Amen.
Submissions welcome: If you want to leave a tool on shelf Under Sunday Sermon hit me up.
Recessional:
"Be a simple kind of man. / Be something you love and understand."
— Lynyrd Skynyrd, Simple Man (1973)
Now for the Bake Sale:
Two vests. Two chapters.
The Breakout Vest was the first brown leather motorcycle vest we ever made — back in 2015, before anyone else was doing it. But it wasn’t just innovative. It was personal.
We told that story in “Hitman: Why I Built the Breakout Brown Leather Vest” — a post about escape, identity, and why sometimes the only way out is to stop swinging.
No slogans. No fluff. Just a leather signal stitched for survival.
Then came the Breakin’ Vest — the one built after the dust settled. Clean lines. Deep brown tone. Subtle by design. Built for the long road, and the man who isn’t chasing attention — he’s earning peace.
Two vests. One to break out. One to break in. Both tell a story. The real kind.
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