GarthBox

I came off the track at Blackhawk Farms with both wheels in the rumble strips on turn three, which is the kind of thing that rattles your teeth and your ego in the same half second. I wasn’t tipping in hard enough. I wasn’t braking hard enough. I ran wide onto the rough stuff, gathered it up, and came around to where the control riders stand.

And here’s what I did, the same thing I do every session. I walked straight up and told the coach exactly where I blew it. Turn three. Too timid on the brakes, too gentle on the lean. He nodded, told me to trust the front tire past where it feels safe, and sent me back out. Thirty seconds of confession. No flinch. No file.

Now picture me doing that at work.

Picture walking into a room and saying, out loud, “I underdid it on the thing that mattered and I want to fix it.” Watch how fast the air changes. Somewhere on the way up the ladder we learned that the smart move is to not say that. To let the mistake sit quiet and hope the telemetry never gets read.

That’s the whole thing right there. On a racetrack, your mistake is telemetry. At the office, we treat it like a verdict.

Telemetry is just data. It tells you the brake pressure was light and the entry was early and now you know what to change. A verdict is a sentence. It goes in a file, gets read aloud at promotion time, follows you down the hall. Same mistake, two completely different fates, and the only difference is what the room decides to do with it.

So people stopped reporting their own laps. Not because they got cowardly. Because they got accurate. They learned that in most companies, failure isn’t a brake trace, it’s a permanent mark, and the rational move is to bury it. I don’t blame anyone for that math. I’ve run it myself early in my career.

But I want to poke at the thing that makes the math work, the quiet assumption underneath all of it. The assumption is that you’ll be in that chair forever, so the record matters forever, so protect the record.

Let’s face reality together, though… You will not be there forever. Almost nobody is. And the part that surprised me is the reason you’ll leave. It won’t be money, mostly. It’ll be that you got tired of riding without a coach. Tired of coming off your hardest laps with nobody to tell, nobody who wants you faster, nobody whose job is to make you better instead of to grade you. That hunger is real and it does not go quiet. Eventually you go find the coach somewhere else.

Which means the permanent record you’ve been protecting was never that permanent. You were guarding a thing you were always going to walk away from.

So this one is a reminder for two people.

If you’re the one making the mistakes, and that’s all of us, the move is not blind confession to anyone wearing a badge. The move is to find the control riders. The people who genuinely want you faster and gain nothing from your stumble. Tell them everything. Tell them turn three. Then notice how many people around you are not that, and stop handing them your telemetry like it’s a verdict. Reading the difference is the actual skill. Not bravery. Discernment.

And if you’re the one standing where the coaches stand, the one people report to, understand what their silence is telling you. When your people stop saying where they blew it, you did not hire a team of cowards. You built a track where running wide ends careers, and now every motorcycle is lying to you about how it’s really handling. You are flying blind and calling it professionalism. The fix is not a values poster. It’s the first time someone admits a real failure to you and you treat it like brake data instead of a character flaw. They are all watching what happens that day. The whole team recalibrates around it.

…That’s where the speed actually lives. Not in failing less. The fast ones don’t crash less, they’ve just made it cheap to say “I crashed.”

Lower the cost of telling the truth and everything underneath it speeds up, the work, the trust, the person.

I went back out at Blackhawk and carried more brake into three. Trusted the front a little past where it felt safe. Got it most of the way right, then overcooked the entry to four and ran wide again. Told the coach that one too.

Stay Positive & If That Ain’t Growth, I Don’t Know What Is

Tomorrow is supposed to be a track day. Motorcycle, full leathers, the kind of day I book months out and think about more than I admit to people. The forecast says severe thunderstorms. Lightning, the whole show.

So I’ve been doing the math on not going.

It starts where everyone’s starts: the money. I paid for the session. That’s the obvious cost of staying home, the number with a dollar sign on it, sitting there like a receipt I have to keep looking at. Fine. But the receipt was just the front door.

Because once I started paying attention, the list got longer on its own. The cost of not going isn’t only the session fee. It’s the months I told myself I’d get faster and didn’t. It’s the friends who’ll be there without me. It’s the version of me that books the day and then flinches. It’s the small erosion that happens every time I let weather decide who I am. Give it ten minutes of honest attention and I find ten more. Give it an hour and I’ll find a hundred.

And that’s what I want to tell you, because it’s the part I almost walked right past.

The list of what it costs to stay the same has no bottom. You can always find one more cost.

That feels like wisdom.

It feels like you’re finally being honest with yourself. But a list that never closes isn’t clarity. It’s an engine. And the engine has a job, which is to make standing still feel so expensive that you’ll do anything to make the feeling stop.

We sell with this engine constantly. The whole agitation move in marketing runs on it. Name the prospect’s pain, then the next one, then the next, until doing nothing feels unbearable and the only relief on the table happens to be your product.

It works. People buy to make the dread stop. I’ve written those emails. I’ve felt the pull from the other side of them.

What the engine will never say is the thing that actually matters. It will never tell you to stay home in the lightning.

The salesman who lives inside “what does it cost NOT to do this” is paid by the length of the list. He is very good at his job and he is not on your side. He’ll itemize every reason to ride and he will leave one thing off every single time: the actual conditions. The storm. The wet track. The fact that some costs of inaction are real and some are just the dread wearing a suit, and that telling those two apart is the only skill in the whole exercise.

So I’ve stopped trying to make the list longer. The list always wins that game. What I’m doing instead is putting a floor under it. I let the costs of not going say their piece, all of them, and then I make them stand next to the one variable they keep trying to talk over. The sky.

There’s a lesson in here for the work too, and it isn’t the one the funnel-builders learned. The strongest thing a brand can do is be the voice that tells you to stay home. The one that says not today, not for you, the conditions are wrong. That brand costs itself a sale and buys something the agitation engine can never afford. You believe it the next time the sky clears. Trust is just the residue of every time someone told you the truth when the lie would have paid better.

I still don’t know if I’m going. The list is loud. The sky is the real answer, and the sky hasn’t finished deciding either.

But I know which voice I’m listening to now. Not the one counting costs. The one looking up.

Stay Positive & I Guess You’ll Know If I’ve Gone Based On When I Actually Publish A Post Tomorrow….

For about a century and a half, the most famous whiskey in America had one name on the label, and it was not the name of the man who taught him how to make it.

Jack Daniel learned to distill from Nathan “Nearest” Green, who knew how to run whiskey through sugar maple charcoal until it came out smooth. Green had been enslaved, and he was, by most accounts, the first known African American master distiller. He taught Jack the exact thing that made Jack famous. And for a hundred and fifty years, the bottle said one word, and that word was not Nearest.

I want to be careful here, because the easy version of this is a scolding, and I am not interested in scolding. The brand eventually told the truth. Green’s family got their name back, and a whiskey called Uncle Nearest now sits on shelves doing very well for itself. The cover got corrected. Good.

But I keep thinking about the cover itself, and why we build them in the first place.

A name is a compression format. It takes something enormous, a building full of work and failure and forty people’s Tuesdays, and squeezes it down small enough to fit on a bottle, a marquee, a chisel mark at the base of a statue.

We did it to Edison, who ran a lab full of scientists.

We did it to the ceiling of a chapel a whole crew painted while one man’s name went into the books.

We do it because a story needs a protagonist, a category needs a face, and no human heart has ever fallen in love with an org chart.

That is not a flaw in marketing. That is marketing. Positioning is compression.

You cannot fit the whole truth on the label, so you pick the one true thing that travels and you let it carry the rest. The single name is doing a real job. It holds trust in a shape light enough to pass from stranger to stranger with no instructions attached.

So I am not going to tell you to put forty names on the bottle. The bottle is not where the truth lives.

Here is what I actually believe, and it took me opening a bar to feel it in my chest.

My name is on Garth’s Brew Bar. That is the compression. That is the cover, and the cover is doing its job, and I am not embarrassed by it.

But I have noticed how I talk when someone is standing right in front of me. Almost the first thing out of my mouth, every time, is that my name is on the sign and the place is the work of a stack of people far more talented than that sign suggests. I do not do it to look humble. I do it because it is the truer, better story, and because the person in front of me already got the compressed version on the way in. They read the cover. Now they have opened the book, and the book is where the real thing is kept.

That is the whole move, and it is not a trick. We want the shiny cover. We pick the restaurant by the name, the whiskey by the label, the bar by the sign. And then, the moment we are inside, the moment we are close, we go hunting for the real story. We are starved for it. The cover gets us in the door. The roster keeps us in the room.

The mistake was never putting one name on the bottle. The mistake is starting to believe the bottle.

Nearest Green ran the whiskey. Jack got the label. Both of those are true, and only one of them fit on the glass.

The job of anyone whose name is on the door is to never once confuse the two: let the name do its compressed, necessary work out in the world, and then, every single time someone gets close enough to ask, open the book and read them a name that isn’t yours.

Stay Positive & My Name Is The Smallest True Thing On The Sign

The batteries at Costco are made by Duracell. The coffee, for years, was roasted by Starbucks. The golf balls come from a factory that also makes the expensive ones. Costco puts Kirkland on all of it, and shoppers reach for Kirkland with actual affection, the way you’d greet an old friend who happens to be cheaper.

Notice what Costco understood. The customer doesn’t care who made the thing. The customer cares whose name promised it would work.

Software runs this arrangement in reverse, and almost nobody flinches. A company spends years earning a customer’s attention. Builds the product, answers the support tickets, sends the apology email when something breaks. Then, at the exact moment money changes hands, the screen says “Powered by” somebody else.

Checkout is the most emotionally loaded screen in any product. It’s where trust gets tested with real dollars. It is also signup, where the relationship begins, and the account page, where the customer goes when something feels off. Those are the three moments where a person decides who they’re actually in business with. Hand those moments to a partner’s logo and you’ve donated your most valuable real estate, free of charge, in perpetuity.

Every impression is a small deposit. The only question is whose account it lands in.

If your customer sees your payment partner’s name every time money moves, the trust compounds in that partner’s account. Then one day a competitor shows up and says “we run on the same thing,” and the customer shrugs, because as far as their memory is concerned, you were always just the lobby in front of someone else’s bank.

White labeling is the fix. Your name on the whole experience, including the parts a partner runs under the hood.

This isn’t about taking false credit. The name on the screen is the name that answers when it breaks. That’s what a brand actually is: accountability, accumulated.

Costco doesn’t roast the coffee. Costco answers for the coffee. The customer knows exactly who to be mad at, which is its own strange form of intimacy.

If you run a product, here’s the exercise. Map your product’s moments by emotional charge. Money moving. A problem getting fixed. The first hello. Then ask whose logo is standing in the room at each one. You may find you’ve been paying rent on your own front porch.

Stay Positive & Put Your Name On It

p.s. My favorite part of the Kirkland story is the vodka. For years, people swore Kirkland vodka was secretly Grey Goose. It isn’t. Grey Goose put out statements. The rumor survived anyway, because customers trusted the Kirkland name so deeply they assumed it must be hiding something premium underneath. That’s the end state worth wanting: a brand so present at every moment that mattered, people invent flattering rumors about what’s inside.

A positioning statement is a domesticated animal. It is born in a conference room, bottle-fed on whiteboard fumes and consensus, groomed until every adjective gleams like a show pony, and then released into the wild, where it is expected to hunt.

It usually starves.

Not because the words were wrong, but because nobody ever checked whether the creature could survive outside the building.

The building is warm. The building agrees with itself.

The wild is full of customers who have never once in their lives said “best-in-class” out loud, and never will, not even under anesthesia.

So before you laminate the thing, before you tattoo it across the homepage, walk it down to the bar and put it through four trials.

Trial one: your customer has to be able to say it back, slightly drunk.

Not recite it. Say it back. In their own words, with their own shrug, to a colleague, at 9:40 on a Thursday night. If the sentence needs a glossary, it wasn’t written for the customer. It was written for the executive table, which is a fine piece of furniture but a terrible audience for revenue impact.

A horoscope for the board is not positioning. Positioning is something a buyer repeats because it sounded like a thought they were already having.

Trial two: it has to smell like next season.

A good positioning statement is a weather report from ninety days out.

It uses language the market is about to use, not the language cologne the market is currently wearing. Describe where the category already is and you’ve written a caption. Pull the category three months forward and you’ve written a destination, and people book trips to destinations.

Nobody books a trip to “where I am currently standing.”

Trial three: it has to hold the door without pretending to be the house.

This is the trial that kills the ambitious ones.

The statement must keep the original product crystal clear, sharp enough to cut a deal with today, while making the next product feel inevitable, the way the second chapter of a good novel feels inevitable. A wedge that widens into vagueness isn’t strategy… it’s… it’s fog with a roadmap. (maybe even a frog with a roadmap. Both kind of work.)

The customer should be able to see exactly what you sell now and squint at what you’ll sell next, in that order.

Trial four: it has to win arguments it never attends.

The truest test IMO.

Six weeks from now, two well-meaning people will square off in a meeting about whether the new feature page should lead with speed or with trust, and the positioning doc should reach up from the shared drive and settle it like a referee who never gets out of his chair.

If the answer to the next ten internal debates is already sitting in the document, you wrote positioning.

If every debate still requires fresh philosophy, you wrote a poster.

The positioning trials

Here is what the four trials have in common. Each one tests whether the sentence can live without you in the room. That’s the whole game. A positioning statement that needs its authors nearby to explain it, defend it, or perform it is not positioning. It’s a ventriloquist act, and everyone can see your lips moving.

Stay Positive & Belly Up

The most profitable spot in a grocery store isn’t a shelf. It’s the endcap, that little display at the mouth of the aisle where a product you weren’t looking for sits at exactly the height of your reaching hand. Brands pay for that spot. Not because what’s on it is better. Because it’s closer. Closeness, it turns out, is for sale.

You already know this if you’ve bought a charger at an airport, a candy bar at the register, or a breakfast sandwich under a heat lamp at a Kwik Trip when you only stopped for gas. You didn’t choose those things. Proximity chose them, and you signed the receipt.

Seth Godin wrote a tiny piece a while back about the next click. Of everything you could do next, is the thing sitting right beside the last thing you did really the best one? He called the answer obvious and the habit common anyway. He was right, and it has gotten worse, because the endcap moved. It used to live in stores.

Now it lives in your screen.

Every open tab is an endcap. Every notification is a product set at eye level. And the new wrinkle, the one that actually changes the arithmetic, is that you can now start work faster than you can choose it. Point a machine at a task and it runs. Point it at ten and all ten run. The bottleneck stopped being how much you can do.

It became which thing deserves doing, and that question never arrives with a badge or a buzz.

That leaves us drifting toward the adjacent. The session you had open last. The fire someone just lit in a thread. The task that’s easiest to begin because it’s already half-loaded in your head. None of it chosen. All of it reached for.

Reaching for the nearest thing carries a cost that compounds when your tools are fast. A slow person who picks the wrong task loses an afternoon. A tireless machine aimed at the wrong task builds you a polished, fully automated version of the wrong thing and hands it to you before lunch.

Speed doesn’t correct bad aim. It enlarges it.

The cruel part is which tasks tend to sit on the endcap. It’s almost always the loud, customer-facing, someone-is-waiting work. The fire. The reply. The thing with a name attached and an emotion behind it. The work that actually carries a company forward is usually quieter and further back. The process that’s grinding your team down a little more each week. The internal tool nobody outside the building is demanding because nobody outside the building can see it. That work never pings you. It has no endcap. It waits on the bottom shelf, at the back of the aisle, behind the thing that’s screaming.

(A real test… adjust your Claude cowork or code settings to organize by “recent” if that’s still not the default. Go ahead and scan the top end of the list and then scroll down to the bottom end of the list. Which set is getting done because of adjacency? Which set actually has potential for the greatest impact? Yea. You probably don’t even need to do this because you know.)

Automate only what’s adjacent and you’ll automate every fire and never the thing that keeps starting them.

The next click was always a small decision. You just used to make a few hundred of them a day, by hand.

Now you make them on behalf of something that never tires, never gets bored, and will never once stop to wonder whether the thing in front of it was the thing that mattered.

That part is still on you. Keep it there.

Stay Positive & Archive All Your Projects And See Which You Actually Search For Again

Years ago at Screen Time Labs, we mailed press kits to journalists. The product helped parents take back their kids’ screen time, which is a thing you can explain in one sentence and feel in your chest for a decade. We could have sent a one pager. We sent Silly Putty.

The note said, more or less: this is what it feels like when the iPad finally goes down. Your hands get something back. The putty was the whole argument. You cannot read a press release with your fingers, but you can squish a cold lump of the stuff and understand, in your body, the exact relief we were selling. We didn’t describe the feeling. We shipped it.

People remembered that. Not the feature list. The putty.

Somewhere along the way, business decided that feeling things was unprofessional. Walk a trade show floor and count the senses in play. Sight, and only the kind of sight that comes off a screen. Booth after booth of pixels explaining themselves. The whole genre is engineered to be felt by nobody. It smells like hotel carpet and burnt coffee, and that is an accident, because no one thought the smell was worth deciding on. (Don’t even get me started on jars of shitty chocolate…)

We sell software that “removes friction” on slides, and then we mail a PDF that opens in a tab next to forty other tabs and dies there. We talk about how our product feels to use, in a medium that has no feeling at all. The buyer is asked to take the most expensive thing on the feeling completely on faith.

Give them something to touch and the faith stops being faith.

This is the part worth getting right, because it is where the move usually goes soft. The sense is not decoration. A scented mailer that smells like lavender tells a buyer nothing true about your API. The putty worked because the putty was the claim. Texture as evidence. Heft as evidence. Temperature as evidence. If you can hand someone the proposition instead of pitching it, you have skipped the part where they decide whether to believe you.

And here is the thing about B2B that the cookie-in-the-open-house people forget… Nobody signs anything.

A room signs.

The buying decision is a committee pretending to be a person, and the sense you choose has to survive being passed across that table to the skeptic at the end of it. Putty gets passed around. A heavy steel object gets passed around. A flavor gets talked about in the hallway after. Build for the hand-off, not the handshake.

Which means the real target was never the buyer.

The person who signs your contract does not live inside your product. Their team does. The ops engineer who stops getting paged at 3 a.m. is the one who will defend the renewal in a meeting you will never sit in. So the bravest version of the putty is not a clever object for the decision-maker.

It is a small, real, physical thing shipped to the people who carry your product every day, built around the exact ache it takes away. Let the buyer feel their team get something back. That is how you invest in a team, and how a team quietly invests back in you.

B2B has gone numb on purpose and started calling it polish. Clean, frictionless, seamless, and totally untouchable. A category that has trained itself to feel nothing is a category where one squeezable pink lump can do the work of a whole deck.

Alright alright. Point made. Here’s the palette of ideas to get your brain rolling now. All B2B. Organized by sense.

Touch / weight / texture

• Cybersecurity: hand a CISO a single machined-steel object (a “key” with real heft) at a conference. Heavy means serious, unpickable, permanent. The weight argues what the deck can’t.
• Industrial / construction software: a sample card where half is rough-cast concrete and half is glass-smooth. “Your job sites feel like this. Our software feels like this.”
• Logistics / freight: onboarding kit ships in packaging that is absurdly, satisfyingly easy to open — one pull, no rage. The unboxing is the demo of “we remove friction.”
• Legal tech: contracts printed on genuinely beautiful paper for the kickoff signing. The gravity of the moment, made tactile.

Sound / silence

• Data/observability tools: an audio signature for “all systems healthy” vs. an alert — let ops teams hear the state of their stack. (Pingdom-style, but designed like a musician would.)
• Payroll / fintech: a genuinely good 8-second sound when payroll clears successfully. The relief, scored.
• Anything selling calm (DevOps, security, compliance): send a buyer 30 seconds of literal silence as the hook — a card that says “this is what your on-call channel sounds like after us.” Absence as a sense.
• Manufacturing: record the actual sound of a production line running smoothly vs. jammed; use it in the pitch. Operators know that sound in their spine.

Smell

• Coffee / food-service B2B (roasters, suppliers): obvious and underused — ship the actual aroma, freshly, timed to arrival.
• Commercial cleaning / facilities: the smell of “clean” is a real product attribute buyers evaluate emotionally. Let them smell the difference, not read the SDS.
• Hospitality tech / hotels: scent is already how hotels brand lobbies; a hospitality SaaS that includes a signature scent in its showroom is speaking the buyer’s native language.

Taste

• Restaurant / food distribution software: the demo lunch is the demo. Don’t show the inventory dashboard on a screen; cook the meal it helped order correctly.
• Brewery / beverage B2B: a sales meeting where the product is poured, not pitched. Flavor is memory; memory is the follow-up call.
• Ag-tech: send the produce grown using the platform. The tomato is the case study.

Temperature / proprioception / the weird ones

• Cold-chain / refrigeration logistics: a package that arrives genuinely cold (safely) proves the whole value prop in one touch.
• HVAC / building systems: let a buyer stand in two rooms — one at the temperature your system holds, one drifting. The body votes before the brain does.
• Ergonomics / workplace SaaS: the sales meeting held standing, or walking, to demonstrate what you sell.
• Heavy equipment / fleet: let them sit in the cab, feel the vibration dampening. Proprioception is a B2B buying sense nobody names. Google that if you need to.

Stay Positive & Next Campaign You Work On…Add Something You Can Squeeze