You’re chasing goals that were never really yours. And beating yourself up to get there.
More success was supposed to fix it.
And the wild part? It works!
The cars, the trips, the bigger place.
But once the excitement wears off, that empty feeling comes back.
Somewhere along the way, we picked up someone else’s idea of success.
And we chase it the only way we know how.
Get it done. Or else.
So when you finally win, you don’t even know how to feel good about it, because feeling bad is the only engine you’ve got.
The usual answer is to push harder.
Here’s my proposal:
Fuck that.
In the nicest way possible.

