Day 26: My Mentors (30 Days of Gratitude)

I’ve been blessed with great mentors.

Colin Cropper was an early mentor of mine. He helped me learn the ropes of Wall Street and land my dream internship. I wrote about him in a previous post, How Informal Mentoring Can Change Your Career.

David White is another. He was my first manager at LinkedIn and helped me both transition to the world of HR and flex a creative muscle I didn’t know I had. Countless others have provided me with kind gestures or timely advice that has nudged me in the right direction.

But many of my mentors I’ve never met or spoken with. Odd as that may sound, these individuals have still managed to have a significant impact on my career.

Keith Ferrazzi. I wrote about him and the impact his book had on me in a previous post.

Seth Godin. My first “interaction” with Seth was when he was a guest on Tim Ferriss’ podcast. I’ve since read several of his books. Small is the New Big inspired me to start my blog, one of the better decisions I’ve made. His writing constantly reminds me of the need to create art this is meaningful.

Kobe Bryant. He is so relentlessly focused on success that he doesn’t let anything get in the way of his goals. He doesn’t care what people think.

John Tanner. My great, great, great (three greats) grandfather. He sacrificed everything he had (money, status in society, etc.) to do what he knew was right.

I am grateful for mentors—even the ones I haven’t met.


Day 25: The Book of Mormon (30 Days of Gratitude)

I first read the Book of Mormon as a teenager. I’ve read it many times since. I just finished reading a chapter while on my morning commute. I read from it every day (well, most days).

I read the Book of Mormon because I believe it is scripture. I believe it contains the words of God. The Book of Mormon is “another testament of Christ”, and, like the Bible, testifies of Jesus. It teaches the steps I need to take to be happy.

I love the words of Ezra Taft Benson, former US Secretary of Agriculture and President of the LDS church:

It is not just that the Book of Mormon teaches us truth, though it indeed does that. It is not just that the Book of Mormon bears testimony of Christ, though it indeed does that, too. But there is something more. There is a power in the book which will begin to flow into your lives the moment you begin a serious study of the book. You will find greater power to resist temptation. You will find the power to avoid deception. You will find the power to stay on the strait and narrow path.

I read the Book of Mormon because it makes me feel better. It gives me confidence to tackle my daily challenges. It shows me how I can be a better husband, father, son, brother, leader, and colleague. In short, it teaches me to be a better person.

I’m grateful for the Book of Mormon.


Day 24: My Wife (30 Days of Gratitude)

I was a sophomore in college when I met my wife. It was the start of a new semester and I noticed a beautiful girl sitting a few chairs down in my corporate finance class. I was immediately attracted to her. Sure, she was good looking, but there was something more. I knew I wanted to get to know her.

Well, we got to know each other quite well over the next few months. We sat together every day and I spent most of each class period trying to make her laugh. I was working up the courage to ask her out, but before I could, I found out she was dating someone else. Thankfully the story doesn’t end there.

Shortly after she was back on the market (and by shortly I mean within an hour or two), I asked her out. We went to Trafalga (which apparently is now closed) for some mini golf and Dippin’ Dots.

4,090 days later, we’re still together. Yes, I did the math. No, it wasn’t happily ever after following our first date. Yes, she once told me that, “Things would never ever work out between us.” No, I’m not going to tell the full story right now. Yes, I take great pride in knowing I persuaded her otherwise. (In writing this I realized that our son was born exactly seven years after our first date. But I digress.)

Whitney is an amazing women. Here are 15 reasons why I love her:

  1. She is confident
  2. She is beautiful
  3. She makes beautiful children
  4. She is very optimistic
  5. She is good at kissing
  6. She supports me in my goals
  7. She loves being a mother
  8. She is a fabulous cook
  9. She is kind to everyone she comes in contact with
  10. She doesn’t let anyone push her around
  11. She laughs at my jokes
  12. She is beautiful (Did I already say that?)
  13. She teaches our kids how to be good people
  14. She serves others even when it’s inconvenient
  15. She makes me want to be a better person

I’m happier in my marriage to Whitney than I ever thought possible. That may sound cliche but I don’t care. I love her. I need her. I look forward to many wonderful years with her.

I’m grateful for my wife.


Day 23: When My Kids Get Along (30 Days of Gratitude)

Something amazing happened last week. I was at the park with my two older kids. One wanted to be pushed on the swing. The other wanted me to be chased (I’m the snow monster from Frozen and the jungle gym is Elsa’s castle).

After some time, my daughter ran up to my son. “Hey, do you want to help me build a teepee?” They spent the next 30 minutes scouring the park for the perfect sticks. They worked together to build it. It was as if I didn’t exist. They got along great and were quite proud of the finished product.

Kids teepee

Yesterday we went on a hike to the Garden of Eden (not that one, this one). They gathered rocks together and build a small dam. They didn’t need my help. They completely entertained themselves.

My kids don’t always get along. In fact, they fight. A lot. I feel like much of my time as dad is spent playing referee (as I write this I can hear them yelling in the background). But sometimes they play well together. And when they do, it’s absolutely magical.

I’m grateful for when my kids get along.


Day 22: My Team at DoorDash (30 Days of Gratitude)

I once interviewed at an investment bank and was taught a great lesson by one of the managing directors. He had worked as a venture capitalist before becoming a banker, so I asked him why he made the switch. He replied, “I’ve found in my career that the people I work with are far more important than my job. It doesn’t really matter what I’m doing if I’m surrounded by great people.”

I ended up joining this firm, and though my day-to-day responsibilities were identical to the prior company, I was so much better off. Working with awesome people makes all the difference.

My team is one of the main reasons I love my job at DoorDash. When you interview at a company, you get a sense for what your future colleagues are like, but you don’t really know what they’ll be like until you start. I hit the jackpot and feel lucky to work with great people who inspire me, challenge me, and make me better.

I’m grateful for my team at DoorDash.


Day 21: Running (30 Days of Gratitude)

I love running. I love getting outside, pushing myself hard, and listening to that perfect song as I push for a new PR. I love the way my body feels when I’ve completed a run.  It’s tough to match.

But I haven’t always enjoyed running. In fact, I used to hate it.

When I was in middle school, my P.E. class did this thing called the Coyote Run. Every two weeks we ran a one-mile course around the school. Well, some of us ran. Others (e.g. me) could only run a quarter mile before walking the rest of the way. I was a pudgy 13-year-old, embarrassed by my inability to run a mile. I told myself that running was for wimps. Running was for people who couldn’t play baseball, or basketball, or one of those “real” sports.

I didn’t start running until college. I had just returned from serving a mission. I spent two years in Oklahoma and Texas, and I saw a lot of healthy people. I also saw a lot of unhealthy people. I knew which camp I wanted to be in. So I started running.

At first I didn’t like running, but I did it anyway. I signed up for a 5K, knowing that I’d be forced to train for it. Then I did a 10K a few months later. In preparation for that 6.2 mile event, something happened. It was a spring day in Provo, Utah. I set out on a four mile run, iPod mini in hand (remember those?). Three miles in, I noticed a change. I was actually enjoying myself. For the first time, I was in the zone. I ran harder and faster than I thought I could. It was exhilarating.

Since then, I’ve run in many 5Ks and 10Ks, two half marathons (still not a full!) and a few triathlons. But most of the time, at least these days, I don’t run because I’m training for an event. Rather, I run because it makes me feel good. 13-year-old Nate would be shocked to hear this, but I run because I enjoy it.

I’m grateful for running.


Day 20: Our New Piano (30 Days of Gratitude)

My wife has wanted a piano for as long as I can remember. She grew up with one in her home, took lessons growing up, and despite limited practice she plays very well.

When we moved back to California, we agreed to start looking for one. Last night, we finally made that happen.


She found an amazing deal on Craigslist and we were able to fit it in the back of our SUV. After some minor cleaning, she played a few songs for me. I loved seeing her so happy. I look forward to the music she’ll share with our family.

I’m grateful for our new piano.


Day 19: My Mother (30 Days of Gratitude)

In his book Standing for Something, Gordon B. Hinckley shares a story of the impact a great mother can have:

The story is told that in ancient Rome a group of women were, with vanity, showing their jewels to one another. Among them was Cornelia, the mother of two boys. One of the women said to her, “And where are your jewels?” Cornelia responded, pointing to her sons, “These are my jewels.”

Under her tutelage, and walking after the virtues of her life, they grew to become Gaius and Tiberius Gracchus—the Gracchi, as they were called—two of the most persuasive and effective reformers in Roman history. For as long as they are remembered and spoken of, the mother who reared them after the manner of her own life will be remembered and spoken of with praise also.

Like Cornelia, my mother is a great woman. She gave birth to me and my three siblings and spent countless hours feeding, teaching, and otherwise taking care of us. We have always been her jewels.

My mom and I once had a discussion about the different decades she lived in. When the eighties came up, she said, “I don’t remember much from the eighties. They were a blur.” (Me and my siblings were all born that decade.) This isn’t too surprising. Her children were her life. They still are.

I have to thank my mom for my love of reading. When I was in second grade my class participated in Electronic Bookshelf. Basically, we would read a book then take a 10-question test. If you got eight or more correct answers, you passed. There were prizes awarded for every 10 books completed. The prizes stopped at 50. I ended up reading 160 and the Los Angeles Times wrote a story about it. My mom was my #1 fan. She encouraged me, bought books for me, and stayed after school with me while I took the tests.

A few years later I got sucked into the Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine. Whenever a new one would come out she would drop whatever she had planned to take me to the local bookstore. Stine wrote A TON of Goosebumps books, so this was a lot of trips for her. She never complained. She always supported my love of reading.

But it wasn’t just reading. She was there to support me in everything I pursued. My mom is the perfect example of unconditional love. She is a wonderful woman. I love her.

I am grateful for my mother.


Day 18: Brigham Young University (30 Days of Gratitude)

Brigham Young University is a unique place. 98.5% of the students are Mormon (members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints).

Before you can attend, you’re required to sign the Honor Code. This commitment includes being honest, avoiding alcohol/tobacco/coffee, living a chaste and virtuous life, and following dress and grooming standards. But that’s not why I’m grateful for this university.

Attending BYU has blessed my life in many ways. Here are eight:

  1. Good examples. I first enrolled a few days after high school graduation. Having grown up in Southern California, with only a handful of Mormon friends, I enjoyed being around people who shared similar values.
  2. Mission preparation. Midway through my Freshman year, I took a break from school to serve a two-year mission in Oklahoma and Texas. BYU helped me get ready for it. I had great roommates who were also planning to serve a mission and several courses taught me how to prepare.
  3. Finding a great job. As an undergrad I was exposed to many different career paths. Several professors and classmates mentored me and helped me along the way. I found a promising, stable job at Lehman Brothers. Oh wait…
  4. Meeting my wife. I met my wife in a finance class. Calculating the present value of an annuity was all it took for me to win her over. Meeting her was well worth the cost of tuition.
  5. Affordability. And while we’re on the subject of cost, you can’t beat the tuition. I was able to get both my degrees without going into debt. (Big thanks to Grandma Hobbs for helping out with the first one.)
  6. Finding a great job 2.0. I came back to pursue an MBA with an emphasis in HR. BYU helped me get a job at LinkedIn, a company I absolutely loved working at.
  7. My book. I was inspired to write Not Your Parents’ Workplace as a 2nd year MBA student. Several professors and classmates played a huge role in this. Part of the motivation for writing it came from an entrepreneurship class. I was supposed to start a business, and pitched my professor on writing a book instead. I think he thought it was a lame idea, but he approved it (thank you, Tom Peterson).
  8. Friends. Many of my closest friendships were formed at BYU. I met so many wonderful people who have enriched my life in many ways.

I’m grateful for Brigham Young University.


Day 17: Long Walks (30 Days of Gratitude)

I just got back from a long walk. Once the kids were asleep in bed, I put my headphones in and headed out.

I listened to a General Conference talk. Then I listened to parts of The Icarus Deception by Seth Godin. Then my older brother Facetimed me. (He thought he saw a picture of me in a news story about Friday’s power outage in San Francisco. False alarm, but the guy looked very similar.)

Then my cell phone died.

I finished the last 10 minutes of my walk in silence. No technology. No distractions. Just me, the street lights, and the stars.

I love going on walks at night. Long walks calm me. The monotony of putting one foot in front of the other produces clarity of thought. I’m always in a better mood when I get home.

I’m grateful for long walks.