Upgrade Your Standard of Presence


From the Desk of Calvin Trieu

Unexplored Letters

What I've Been Reflecting On

This past week I was down in Tampa, Florida, working with NFL prospects getting ready for the Combine.

I was there as a strength and conditioning coach, embedded in a room full of athletes who are four to five weeks away from the biggest job interview of their lives.

And I don’t say that lightly.

For these guys, a few seconds on the field can mean everything. Contracts. Financial security. Changing the trajectory of their families. Making years of sacrifice worth it. The stakes are very heavy, and everyone in that building knows and feels it.

What struck me wasn’t how intense things were. It was how deliberate everything felt.

These athletes are young. Early to mid-twenties. And yet the level of presence they brought into the room was noticeable immediately. How they listened. How they took cues. How quickly they adjusted. The professionalism. The respect. The way they moved through warm-ups, lifts, field work, nutrition, rest, recovery — all of it mattered.

Every single one of them wants the same outcome. Every single one of them has a story. Some came from advantage. Some came from hardship. But no one in that room wanted it more than anyone else.

What will separate them isn’t desire.

It’s the small things.

I watched some athletes toggle their deliberateness up and down depending on what was in front of them. But there were a few who stood out to me — not because they were louder or more aggressive, but because their standard never dropped. All week, it stayed high. Quiet. Consistent. Unnegotiable.

When it was time to work, they worked.

And that matters when milliseconds count. When a slightly different knee angle, arm swing, breath, or start position can change a 40-yard dash time. Presence isn’t abstract in moments like that. It’s measurable.

Being there reminded me of something.

Most people want better outcomes, but they never upgrade their standards of presence.

They say they want the goal, but they haven’t defined what showing up for that goal actually looks like on a daily basis. Not just on good days. Not just when motivation is high. But consistently, quietly, when no one is watching.

So I’ll leave you with this to sit with:

What are your standards right now, really?

Not the ones you say you have. The ones your behavior actually reflects.

And are those standards aligned with the outcome you say you’re working toward?

Because how you show up matters a lot more than most people want to admit.

Journaling Prompt

  • Where am I casual about things that actually matter?
  • If this week were a job interview, what would need to change immediately?

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Talk soon.

Much Love.

Calvin

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