Fuck fear – life is awesome.
It seems to me that every time I get nervous about the outcome of a situation, I waste time, energy, and sleep when I should just not take the damn thing so seriously and enjoy whatever is about to show up.
Now before you run away thinking this is another gooey tree-hugger inspirational article about the wonderment of life from some successful rich dude who doesn’t know what it’s like to struggle, read this;
Sometimes life sucks balls. Sometimes I hate my life, and in the past I’ve hated myself.
The most recent session I had with my mentor Kelly Marceau brought me head to head with a very interesting situation. I posed the following question to her;
“Kelly, on the heels of coming back Belize for 11 days, I found out that my proposed comp plan was rejected by my employer. I want to move to Belize late this year, and be able to focus solely on my writing, speaking, and coaching, but yesterday I got an offer to get stake in the game on a company that is looking for an exit strategy. It’s right up my alley in the cloud computing world and I could be looking at a payout of over a million dollars in 2 to 3 years. It would cost me a lot more time and work as well as travel compared to my cushy work-from-home job today. Do I put off going to Belize and take this offer for the money?”
It’s a great dilemma to be in, one that I feel blessed to have to contemplate. Her answer (and mine): No, don’t take the offer, it’ll distract you from where your heart is leading you.
Strangely, while driving to a client meeting the next morning, I found a podcast by Ty Harmon called ‘escape velocity’. What an awesome podcast at a time when I really needed it. I won’t steal his thunder with the details but I will say that his analogy in the first podcast is awesome. He compared the situation I’m in with a hostile planet that had it’s own gravitational pull. The escape velocity needed to escape this planet must be greater than the gravity (fear/debt/whatever) of the planet. The whole analogy resonated with me.
My planet=my job and my debt. It’s a hostile planet with limited freedom and fraught with risks of a global impending disaster (they could fire me at any time, for example).
My space suit=the preparation I’m doing (had already started last year) to get out of debt and not need a job (or at least not one that pays so much).
My rocket=my work in writing, speaking, and coaching on relationships and sex.
My rocket fuel Part 1: My passion for helping people love to their fullest, and have the best sex of their lives.
My rocket fuel Part 2: My desire to be free from working for someone else, and free to set my own schedule and make my own rules.
My mission control (Houston): My girlfriend / partner Misti who keeps me grounded and not taking life too seriously.
My destination: the black of space (opposite of being ‘in the red’) which equals debt-free living on the island of San Pedro in Belize.
And thank you Ty Harmon – your podcast is what I needed right when I needed it.