Posts Tagged ‘ motivation ’

Party was a good time!

I don’t know if I’d call it a “party” per say, more like a gathering of all of the employees from the office.  It was very relaxed and chill.  We snacked, had some drinks, and cooked up some BBQ.

My business partner’s house is absolutely beautiful.  It’s in a gated community of nothing but million dollar homes and it’s in this secluded area that’s very quiet and relaxing.  I could go on and on about how nice his place was but I’ll end up typing 10 pages.  Basically, it’s what you would imagine out of a luxury home.  3 car garage, one of those pools with the “invisible edge” that just sort of falls off, hot tub, a master bed and bath that is bigger then my entire fucking apartment.  It just goes on and on.

And I’ll tell you something.  You want to talk about a swift kick in the nuts in terms of motivation?  That is exactly what I needed.  He is definitely living the good life and that’s how I want to be living, not to mention it’s his second house.  Who knows what his other main home is like?

Last night we didn’t talk about work at all which was a nice change.  He mentioned how he needed me to help him pick up something for his place today around 10am, so it looks like I’ll get a break from work to go do that.

The leads were supposed to start yesterday but I didn’t get anything.  My lead guy said that he thinks they got everything setup and didn’t start pumping the marketing up until later in the afternoon so today should be better.

And if you are wondering, yes I bought my business partner a nice house warming gift, but to be honest I’m not even sure he noticed.  LOL.

Ah well, it doesn’t fucking matter.  It was a thank you for everything he’s done for me.

I’ll be able to gauge my entire situation a lot better once I start taking these leads, so until that point I really don’t have much else to report.

By the way, thats not an actual picture of his home – it just gives you an idea of the level of luxury I’m talking about.

Happy hump day everyone.

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Monday blues or Monday motivation?

I took some time off from posting this weekend just to clear my head.  I did my best to not think about work at all and to just enjoy myself.  It was my boys 31st birthday this weekend so we went out and had some drinks.  I ended up spending way too much at the bar so I’m going to be laying low the next few weekends.

On Saturday I made a big pot of my pasta sauce and this batch was fucking delicious.  Looks like I’ll be eating a lot of pasta this week.

Anyways, I was pretty upset on Friday, and today things started off well.  I closed a deal the second I got into the office and I’m hoping to have a big week.  It’s the last week of the month and I need to finish strong.

Financially things are going to be tight.  I keep looking at my projections over and over again and I don’t know how I’m going to make this work, so I’ve decide to just stop obsessing over that shit.  I need to focus on bringing in business and closing more deals.  This other shit is what’s driving me crazy.

I’m constantly reminded of Winston Churchill’s famous quote;

“Never, never, never, never give up…”

It’s so easy to just throw in the towel and say “fuck this,” but that won’t get you anywhere in life.  You can’t give up on something you are passionate about and something you know can be successful.  You have to keep pressing forward no matter what, and that’s what I’m going to do.

If things take longer then expected, fine.  If I have to get a second job to help with finances until this thing floats itself, fine.  I’ll do whatever I have to fucking do.  I want this shit so fucking bad, and I’ve wanted it since I graduated college 5 years ago.  This is the best opportunity I’ve ever had at making it financially and there is no way I’m going to throw that away.

10 years from now I’ll look back at this and maybe I’ll be rich as hell or poor as fuck, but regardless I’ll crack a smile knowing I gave it all I had.  Imagine the thought of being 50 or 60yrs old and broke and constantly wondering; “what if I just hung in there a little longer, would it have taken off?”  That’s the position I never want to be in.

When I was drinking with my buddy we were talking about life in general, and although I love the kid, at 31 years old he doesn’t seem to have much direction.  It’s a scary thing because at that age I want to have a flourishing business with a shitload of money in the bank.  Financial security and freedom must be an amazing feeling and I honestly can’t wait until I’m there.

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