It was just an old country road and I one night. The kind of road with tree’s hanging over and only one house every 10 miles.
At that point, my life had turned upside down. I stopped dating my girl, quit my job, and was planning out my next move.
All of the comforts I had enjoyed were now gone.
No more steady money or sex.
I didn’t know what the fuck to do. To the people around me, everything seemed normal.
Even friends that had known me for a decade didn’t notice.
I handled it well, but I couldn’t hold back the emotions any longer.
The anger, frustration, and disgust.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had overcome so much and yet I didn’t have much to show for it.
While I didn’t cry, there was lots of shouting. Banging my fist on the steering wheel and cussing.
I pushed the pedal to the floor as flew down the old dirt road. 45 miles per hour, 60 miles per hour, and then 85 miles per hour.
Before I knew it I came upon some random town called Florence.
As I entered the town, I slowed down.
And found somewhere to park so that I could take a walk.
I ended up stopping at a cafe to get some coffee. Here it was 8 PM and I was 2 hours from home drinking coffee in a small country town.
In that moment I felt at peace. All of my problems seemed behind me.
I took out my notebook and started writing down my thoughts. Ideas, goals, and what bothered me about my life.
Things such as…
- Being 240 pounds.
- Feeling stuck in my reality.
- Not having much money with no job.
I put it all on the page to get it out of my head. If I let everything sit in there any longer my head would explode.
After finishing clearing my head. An old man came up to me and started talking.
Old Man: Young man, I’m glad to see that people still write things down in a journal.
Me: Yes sir. I’ve done it for years.
Old Man: You’ve got your head on right. Just keep your faith and put one foot in front of the other. You’re doing great.
And like that he was gone. There I was sitting alone in a cafe in the middle of nowhere. It was as if I had just talked with Old Man Destiny.
As I made my way back to my car our conversation kept playing in my head. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
By this point, I had driven for Uber a few times. So far Uber was my only way to make money.
I needed the money so I didn’t go home. Instead, I drove for Uber. I made a little over $75. Not bad for 4 hours of driving.
After I made some money I headed home.
I pulled into my driveway at 4 AM exhausted. As I dragged myself into the house I recorded a video.
My mind was hardly functioning, but I didn’t care.
I talked about not giving up and what I was going through.
After I finished I fell into my bed.
And here I am writing this to you over a year and a half later. I’m making more money and finally doing what I want.
Why? Because I reached my breaking point (several times) and stuck it out. I imposed my will daily and now I’m living off of that work.
No matter where you’re at right now. Whether you’re making good money but want more. Or if you’re sick and tired of your life.
It all starts with you being honest with yourself.
From there ALL you’ve got to do is learn the Art of Being Yourself.
If you’re ready…
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