There is no limit to how far I will go to get what I want.
I’ve worked seven days a week since high school, and I imagine I will until the day they carry me out in a box.
It’s not work to me. Doing the things that matter to me. Driving my life. Making my life what I want it to be. This is living, to me.
The other day my buddy Paulo—an expert at Do What You Want!—said to me, “The absolute worst thing I can imagine is sitting on a beach!
“Rather than being bored, give me a board and a kite, and see how far the wind carries me.”
There’s a reason I get him and he gets me!
Skiing 101 days this year, while blasting through bumps, trees, and powder, I got through 80+ audio programs and recorded most of my next book.
I don’t work this way under the illusion of “getting somewhere.” This is living, to me.
If every single day I am not creating the most amazing life I can imagine, then what the fuck am I doing, is a mantra that has fueled me.
I work with my clients the same way.
My commitment to them is absolute. Their goals become my goals and I do everything I can to get them what they want, including, sometimes hurting them and me.
Last week I pushed one of my clients beyond her limit, and it might have ended us.
Sometimes when I fight, on the inside, I am cussing out my trainer. Pushing me harder and further than is comfortable, that feeling inside of me, that rage, that force, I direct at the person in front of me.
I know it’s not about him, but when he is the one pushing me through pain, I can’t help but put it onto him.
For my clients, I will push, and I am happy to take the force of their pain.
Every day of the week, every fucking minute, I will risk my fee and relationship to keep my client moving forward.
As fifteenth century Italian author, Pietro Aretino, said, “I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.”