Trying to climb
I oftentimes come back to this blog when something goes right, or when something goes wrong. Today is nothing in particular I just feel a little lost. I feel as though I’m at the bottom of a thousand foot ditch. I have a ladder with me, all I need to do is climb, but for some reason I’ve been struggling to find the will power to begin the ascent.
For the last 6 months I’ve been trying to build the latter. In doing so I realized how deep the ditch really was, how much I didn’t know about latter building, and getting tons of splinters along the way.
Now I’m in a place where all that’s left is work. The creative, the ideation, the market validation, the resources are all there for me and this business I just need to get to work.
This is good I guess I mean it’s where I’ve been trying to get to, but it’s freaking me out. In all honesty, now more than ever I know if I fail it was because of me. There’s no more excuses, and that’s just scary. In other words I’m kinda being a bitch, and I don’t like that.
I play chess, a lot of chess. Not really because I like the game but because it allows me to escape and disappear from my life. In turn I have gotten pretty good however I kind of hate it now because it’s the ultimate form of procrastination for me.
I’m also sick of being broke, living with my parents (although I am grateful), and having no future security whatsoever. It’s really getting to me after a year of being okay with it. I have an undying need to be settled more than I ever have.
I just have to remind myself of the reason I’m doing this. Freedom to do whatever the hell I want, whenever I want to do it.
Anyways, I don’t have much else. I’m gonna take a deep breath, think about being filthy rich, and finally achieving something I can be proud of.
Weekly thoughts:
Poirier had a chance to win
Did anyone read that metaphor? Like come on
Friends are important, but sometimes personal goals need to take priority
I’m incredibly out of shape
I suck at quartiles
I owe Cullen 10 bucks (sending now brotha)
I’m trying to find the pocket
I don’t pass the ball much, sorry fellas
I got an office so that’s cool
I might be getting fat