Broken & Wondering What I’m doing

Over the last 10 weeks I’ve been continuously injured – ankles, feet and knee. I don’t know what I did to start the injury run, but it has been a long and winding road to get everything back together.

It did mean that I spent a fair bit of my downtime trying to find relief in between treatment. And as often as not I was looking for a way to occupy myself.

That did mean I ended up wondering how did I get here?

Like anyone else I like to identify the root causes of things: what actually set me on the path that I am on.

I started to think back to my high school days – specifically to the Bill Hicks inspired rejection of the status quo. Thanks to Mr Hicks I realised that perhaps wanting a career and a house in the suburbs wasn’t going to satisfy me.

There was more to life than we were told there is.

Not blessed with the talent to become famous I had to forge a different path. (There are some downsides to fame – I wonder how Jennifer Lawrence stacks up the 34 million she made by being in the public eye vs having her privacy invaded so flagrantly? Not to mention her highly crafted persona?)

Obviously with my proneness to injury there was no point trying to be a professional athlete

When I first crossed paths with Rich Dad, Poor Dad. All of a sudden there were no *real* talents required to get what outside the Dilbert Cube of life – I didn’t need to be talented, or gifted at a sport. With desire and determination I could forge my own path.

In life you’ll always ask was it worth it. Like everyone, I’ve given things up. I gave up weekends when I was first starting to learn to sell so that I could get face to face with both a husband and a wife in order to sell them roof restorations.

I’ve done a lot of work in Newsletter Marketing Systems and Print Town for the benefit without immediate reward so that the business would be better off long term. That is the lot of the business owner.

It means that you need to put together the necessary marketing, then create the products in order to sell something first before you get rewarded.

It’s a different way to live but even when I was wondering if all the injury setbacks would end, I felt reassured that I had made the right choices.


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