John Fannin
Bio
United States Marine Corps Veteran
College athlete
B.S. Kinesiology
Rowed across the Atlantic Ocean as part of team Fight Oar Die in the 2019 Talisker Whisky Atlantic Challenge.
Stories (18/0)
In The Event of My Death
Life is fleeting. We all have knowledge that we are going to die, but we view it as this distant thing that we’ll deal with when it comes, and honestly I don’t think it can be any other way. But herein lies the problem...I’m dealing with it right now. At 35. I am hyper aware of my own mortality and the frailty of the human form.
By John Fannin2 years ago in Motivation
Get Angry, Once
The news cycle, supported by social media, is an outrage machine. Without fail, roughly every two or so weeks, there is something for us to be angry about. The Democrats are doing X, therefore angry noises from Republicans. Republicans are doing Y, therefore angry noises from Democrats. Sportsman did Z, so sports fans are no longer sports fans. If we're not outraged, we instead wallow about in schadenfreude like a hippopotamus, ready to lash out with gnashing of teeth at anyone who would ruin our perfectly “safe” echo chamber, and mocking those we deem less intelligent or capable than ourselves.
By John Fannin3 years ago in Lifehack
What Are You Capable Of?
Have you ever asked yourself that? Have you truly wondered what could be possible if you stopped saying that you’re not enough? I have a friend, he’s a veteran and a fair bit older than I am. But for as long as I can remember, he’s been a friend and a solid mentor through most of my life. As I grew older though, the lessons he taught became fewer and fewer.
By John Fannin3 years ago in Motivation
Chasing Greatness
I've always wanted to be great. For some reason, I've always thought I would be. For quite silly farcical reasons albeit. All of my immediate family members were born in a year that is a multiple of five, save me. Both of my siblings married someone whose name starts with the letter A, and when I take my vows in less than 2 weeks time, it will be to a wonderful young woman named Sarah. It is all a bit silly, isn't it? To look upon these mild and unrelated differences as if they mean something? To forge out of them some sort of significant meaning of life, the universe and destiny? And it is. It is quite silly. It is a ridiculous notion that any one of these could be the reason why I've felt the way I did.
By John Fannin3 years ago in Motivation
The Strength of Vulnerability
The Strength of Vulnerability Strong Enough My whole life I'd thought that being vulnerable meant being weak. I grew up in the heart of Texas high school football country, where I was expected to fit a certain stereotype. To be this rugged tough football guy in full pads playing in 100+ degree heat in August. Tough. I was supposed to be able to fix a car, lift a ton of weight, fish, hunt and wrestle steers. That's what was "expected" of me, or so I believed. Being a young man from Texas came with all sorts of expectations. Some realistic, others quite silly when viewed through the lens of hindsight.
By John Fannin3 years ago in Motivation
