I can trace it back to the exact day. I had just come back from a local pub, where I had dropped off my resume. This was one of my lowest days, and yet it was also one of the most liberating days. I was broke. (I can admit that now.) I was desperate. I had been sitting on my hands for months. I knew the truth but I was hiding from it. My finances were consuming my every thought and yet I wasn’t doing anything about anything. Other than the obsessive, compulsive thinking, thinking, thinking, worrying, worrying, stressing, stressing. But still not doing anything about it.
On that day, everything changed.
I was done. I hated this life. I hated being broke. I hated feeling paralyzed and small.
So, I made a decision. Do something about it.
And that’s how I ended up at the pub.
What took me so long?
My pride. For someone who’d worked building other people’s six and seven figure businesses, I couldn’t swallow the thought of slinging beers to cover the bills. What would this mean? Had I failed? Was this the end? Dream over?
Long story short, the pub never called.
Europe did though. Next thing I knew I was on a plane, then a train, then a stage. Haven’t looked back.
But I’ll never forget:
- Pride is paralyzing. Don’t let it stop you from doing what you must do right now, to move forward.
- Life’s a journey, just take the next step.
- Action creates reaction. Something always happens when you move.
- You’re never out of options.
- The Universe has your back. Do your part and it will do its.
“You’ve come this far, don’t give up now.” – The Notebook