Scott Galloway

One of them is to prepare my son for others.

Many things I do don't advance that goal, and some things undermine it.

I'm a work in progress, i.e.

suboptimal.

When I'm gone, if I've accomplished this goal, my sons will have, among other things, receipts in the form of grief, proof that they loved deeply, as Nicole Avant, former U.S.

ambassador and film producer, wrote in her memoir, Think You'll Be Happy.

The boys won't remember my VO2 max.

They won't know my sleep score or my macro splits.

What they'll carry with them is me, the man who showed up, imperfectly, at the dinner table, at their games, and in countless fleeting moments that didn't register on any dashboard.

The metrics were never the point.

The sandwiches we shared were.

Life is so rich.

And I'm Scott Galloway.

I do owe you.

You kind of came through.

I came through.

You delivered one of my heroes.

So we're fifth and last final city of our five-city PropG markets tour.

And in New York, obviously important because, you know, this is what I consider, I don't know.

Yeah, the center of the universe is important.