Whitefish, Purpose, and Personal Drivers.

Monday Mutiny | June 15th, 2026: Happy Monday. Below are five things that challenged, motivated, or entertained me this past week — hopefully they will do the same for you.

(1) I spent all week in Montana (Whitefish to be exact), and it was exactly what I needed. It’s been ten years since I last found myself in the mountains of Montana, so not only was it nice to get away and surround myself with the nature that makes the state so damn incredible, but it was also great to be working on a new project with an eclectic and experienced group of individuals: a lawyer, a former police detective, a private investigator, a producer, a true crime writer, a YouTuber, a tech guru, and myself.

Now, as a writer, my work is almost always done in complete isolation — but the truth is, I actually enjoy working with a group. I find it fun to collaborate, share opinions, and move in a shared direction (after some disagreement, of course). And, although I can’t share much about what we’re working on, I can tell you that you’ve never watched anything like it because this story has never been told. It involves decades of crime that has been hiding right under the noses of both society and authority. If I wasn’t directly involved, I wouldn’t believe most of it myself (in fact, I still don’t, which is why it’s so damn interesting).

More to come when time allows.

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(2) My friend — the one who ultimately put the group that I just mentioned above together — shared his own story as to why he got into doing what it is that he does for a living: he’s a true crime investigator, ghostwriter, and self-professed “justice fighter.” And even though I’ve known him for nearly three years, I never quite understood why he was so drawn to his line of work until last week.

I love hearing people share stories of the journey that ultimately led to them discovering their “purpose” or “calling” in this life. I personally feel very fortunate to have found something that I feel called to do, but I know this is not the case for everyone. And, the more I think about how this works, the more I realize that purpose is rarely obvious. It typically arrives after a series of events and experiences that can easily be ignored if you’re not paying attention to the signs.

Here’s my take on it:

Your purpose will not be screamed in your ear. It will not call to you like a conductor announcing “All aboard!” before the train leaves the station. Rather, you will be nudged, gently and frequently, by circumstances and chance encounters. And, these cues will be easy to miss if you continue to wander through life distracted and aimless. However, if you choose to pay attention and truly analyze every situation, your life’s direction will be shown to you, and signs confirming that you are on the right path will become damn near impossible to ignore or deny. Like this, your purpose will arrive silently over time, but once you have identified it, you must embrace it with every fiber of your being, making it violently obvious to the world that this is what you were put here to do.

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(3) Along the same lines, this is one of my favorite quotes:

“The purpose of life is to discover your gift; the work of life is to develop it; and the meaning of life is to give your gift away.”

—David Viscott

(You’ve probably heard a variation of this quote frequently misattributed to Pablo Picasso.)

(4) While in Montana, I randomly stumbled into an “IG friend” at the local taco truck. Me and this guy have talked back and forth online for about six years; we share a lot of the same views on life and society, and we both happen to be currently working on a documentary. So, the fact that we bumped into each other adjacent to some smoked trout tostadas is something that I consider to be one of the many signs that I just described above. I take this kind of thing as life’s way of letting me know that I’m on the right path with the right people.

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(5) Lastly, this is not in any way profound or even interesting, but anyone who knows me personally knows that my “dream” vehicle has always been pretty simple: an all-black, fully loaded Suburban. This desire comes from both a place of comfort and necessity. First of all, I’m tall; I like vehicles that allow me to sit up straight and drive with ease. Secondly, I’m at a point where I now need something that can fit both a car seat and two Great Danes. (Also, I’ve always just liked the look of the large SUVs that seem a bit like something a federal agent or hitman would arrive in.)

Anyway, I was put in charge of finding/driving the rental vehicle for the group this past week, and I managed to get us a 2026 Suburban for a good price — and, well, driving it just felt right. Now I really want one.

Needless to say, Montana was awesome and I’ll definitely be returning (sooner rather than later). I’d like to go back in August with the sole purpose of disconnecting while fishing. I’d also like my son to come with me this time.

Thanks for reading.

As always, I appreciate your time, support, and attention.

—KC