Waking up at 6am. Going to bed at midnight. Working six days a week. Working 10-14 hour days. Spending 10-20 hours a week on school. Three exams in one week. Working to get two business projects off the ground. Working to get healthy. Never enough time.
Sometimes it feels like I’m failing at everything. Sometimes it feels like it’s never going to happen. Sometimes I worry all this effort will be for nothing. With all the bad happening in the world, it’s a fight every day to stay motivated.
But what’s the alternative? I keep telling myself that success requires risk and sacrifice. I keep asking myself if I want the pain of discipline or the pain of regret?
Today I remembered that three years ago I was literally homeless and unemployed, sleeping in my car. And just now I remembered how far I’ve come from the messed up kid I was twenty years ago.
I’m not where I want to be, but I’m definitely not where I used to be. I’m scheduled to graduate in December with a degree in Real Estate. I’m working in commercial real estate. I’ve made a few sales on a separate business project. I have a business partner and we have potential advertisers lined up for another project. My life is full of people I love and people I respect. I’ve learned so much. It’s two steps forward, one step back; but still, progress.
I’ve been through way too much to worry about whether keeping it real is gonna make people look down on me. I highly doubt anybody’s life is as perfect as we’re pressured to appear on social media.
So, this is for all the other hard working hustlers out there. All the other dreamers taking action. All the others taking risks to reach farther and higher. All the others daring greatly. All the others in the arena getting your butt kicked. Take a minute to look up and breathe.
I’ve never felt more alive.
Not too late to participate.