Everyone wants to get to the point where we don’t have to “worry about money anymore.”
I go back and forth.
I don’t think money can buy happiness, but having money definitely takes the sting out of life. I’ve been on both sides of this and I apologetically say that having money is better than not. When you have money, a flat tire is an inconvenience of life. When you don’t have money, a flat tire might as well be an earthquake.
But there is something about being broke that I miss. I’ve been on a quest in this new year to get it back.
I’ll speak for myself here, but when I was broke, I was hungry. I was an animal. I wanted to succeed so bad that I was willing to do absolutely anything. I would work all day, stay up all night, do every job and give it my all in everything.
I admit, I don’t work with that kind of intensity anymore.
Let me say, it is for good reason. Back then, I went through these waves of high intensity and then I would crash and go through these slumps of anxiety and depression. I didn’t eat as well and I didn’t take care of myself in the same way that I do now.
But I did have something then that I don’t have now.
I had an unwavering and obsessive desire to achieve my goals. I was an animal.
I’ve been searching for ways to light that fire inside of me again. I’m not sure what else I expect of myself.
I wake up in the morning and I make the bed. I write my blog every day, I go to every meeting, I make every sales call possible. I am on everyone’s ass all the time about doing better, about doing more. I am still obsessed with being the best I can be. I work hard and we continue to drive results. I am in a really good spot.
But some days, I miss being a little crazy. I miss being sleep deprived and desperate to win.
I’m going to take some massive action this week. I am going to force myself into an uncomfortable position. I’m going to force myself back into a state of desperation. I’m excited.