“How many hours a week do you work?”
I sat for a minute before responding.
“Do I give the short or long answer to his simple question?” I thought. This past week I moved and, as a result, worked a total of 5hrs. Everything got done, 426 new email subscribers were added, thePTDC Facebook page reached 100s of thousands of people, books were sold, and more than enough money was made.
So on one hand I could work 5hrs every week. My jobs would be:
- Touching base with my social media manager, administrative assistants, and content manager.
- Formatting two articles and setting emails to go.
- Email response.
The reality is quite different.
I could work 5hrs/wk but I don’t. I freakin’ love working. The truth is that I was miserable this week because I couldn’t find the time to work.
I should start by admitting that I am not a millionaire. I’ve created a life of personal and financial freedom and my businesses grow each month but I’m not putting on my swim trunks and flippy floppies just yet.
But Didn’t You Go to Hawaii for 6 Months? Wasn’t That Chill?
Yes. Many of you know that I recently returned from Hawaii. I was there for 6 months working remotely. What few people know is the reason why I decided to go.
I wasn’t happy.
Shutting off from the World and becoming a vagabond in tropical locations was never my goal. I didn’t start a website because I wanted to quit my job, make people jealous, or give a giant FU to “the man”. I did it simply because I felt like it and It appealed to me.
But as the website grew I became obsessed and, in that process, a jerk. I didn’t become a jerk in my online persona. I become a jerk to my friends and family. Suddenly everything was about me, my business, my success, and my interests. I forgot how to interact with others or support and make time for people I cared about and caused irreparable harm to relationships I held dear.
So I ran away because it was the only option.
In order to take back control of my personal and professional life that had spiraled out of control I isolated myself. Purposely I took myself to a remote region of Oahu and shut off contact from the rest of the World. In my notepad while listening to the waves I wrote everything down. It took 2.5 months for me to dump every thought out of my head onto paper. I had one rule: Everything had to be written down.
Before long I learned what was important to me and what wasn’t. There’s so much bullshit in our World that can be ignored but in order to do so you must train yourself. Like everything else worth having, this takes concentrated effort, hard work, and sacrifice. Nobody else can influence you in your decisions to be honest with yourself and, for me, the only way to make sense of what I really thought was to run away.
I know it sounds exotic. A single 27 year old guy sitting with a notepad writing down his thoughts on the beach, but it wasn’t. For 6 months I had no social or romantic life. Have you ever gone 5 days without speaking to another person? It’s petrifying. But silence is special, silence allows one to be honest with oneself; moments of silence ———————— are part of the music.
The first 5 days of silence were horrible, the second was bad, third was manageable, and the fourth was a life-changing experience.
Now, let me be honest and tell you why I do what I do and why I’m Just Now living My Dream
Oratory is empty if it has not been field-tested on the battlefield of experience. And I have little use for those who write beautifully and live sordidly; or those who withdraw from the world and issue instructions for how to live in it[…] – Robert Fulgum
Get rich quick schemes only make the person selling the scheme get rich. Building a life of freedom, abudance, and fulfillment takes significant work and consistency.
My dream was never to quit my job–I loved personal training. I cried when I quit.
My dream was never to move to Hawaii–I love the sun and hate the cold but the real reason was to isolate myself so that I could finally focus, gain perspective, and have some serious introspection.
My dream was never to make a lot of money.
My dream was to create the life where I had the freedom to read and write all day
There have been ups and downs and, although I would have never admitted it at the time, I teetered on bankruptcy for months. Maybe this isn’t true about everybody in my position, but my dream was to create a life where I could read and write 10hrs/day. Without interruption, I wanted to be able to explore whatever crazy idea enters my mind before it has a chance to leave.
That’s the dream that I’m living. It’s not full of lavish vacations, sports cars, and multitudes of women. Maybe that’s a dream for you, but me, I’m happy with what I’ve got.
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