Reverse Inspiration – when the energy you put out comes back and recharges you
Lately, I’ve been putting a lot of energy out into the world. I checked my email for this site for the first time in months and actually found something besides spam.
…I see yours has something about it that others are…missing.”
…really liked your personal finance article from June. “
Just two comments. But they mean the world to me. Why? Because they inspire me right back.
I haven’t written in 6 months – I showed my blog to a friend, and she started her own!
So of course I had to start writing again! It’s great how your energy bounces back to you.
I just got off the phone with my business accountability partner and you know what he said to me?
I’m glad you called me on my shit.”
He hustled his ass off this past week.
I only expect of others what I do for myself and I only do for others what I would want them to do for me.If you know me in real life and you see me bullshitting on Facebook or when we are together, call me on it! Please!
I know I am at a higher level than some people – but I still need to be checked.
Here’s to your constant motivation, inspiration and willingness to not give up.”
I didn’t say it at the time, but I really appreciate that.
The bigger thing here is that she said “I never thought of being anything other than a teacher, until I met you.”
That’s what I’m talking about!
A true paradigm shift. A true effect on someones life. A tiny dent in the universe!
But most people aren’t receptive, they aren’t responsive. Some people just don’t take it to heart.
You’ve got to embody what you put out. Practice what you preach and hold others accountable to their goals.
You will always need someone above your level to easily point out your flawed thinking and rookie mistakes. I am constantly seeking out people who are above me. Who can point out my flawed thinking. My poor actions. My poor choices.
I’ve done just that. I’ve reached out to and met just about every person that I listened to online, men that I have modeled and other people who I didnt even know would inspire me.
All of them saw it in me.
The drive. The hunger. The desire. For more.
I am not where I want to be and I am not yet who I would like to be. But they see the attitude and the willingness to learn. I’ve gotten this in every walk of life. People who didn’t know me, would tell me “You’re going to do great things” and I hadn’t even opened my mouth.
That caused me to sit on my laurels for far too long.
I’ve spent the past couple years trying to make up for that lost time.
I like writing here. Because it helps me just as much as it helps you. You cant really change a behavior or habit until you acknowledge it.
The first step is admitting you have a problem.”
I was never addicted to drugs, so I don’t know the second step. But the first step is the problem.
A lot of people don’t THINK they have a problem and therefore never acknowledge it. They think everything is ok.
Is me making 50k a year a problem? Depends who you ask.
In my heart of hearts, I know it is a problem.
Because I know that I am capable of much, much more.
Before I started working out seriously, I first had to acknowledge the fact that I wasn’t doing enough. Plain and simple.
I wasn’t eating the right things and I sure as hell wasn’t working out.
You have to look yourself in the eyes and say “liar”
It hurts. It hurts bad. It hurts every time you call yourself out. It never hurts any less.
Every time you have to confront yourself, it hurts. Because the person who lies to us the most – is ourselves.
You can point a man out on the street and easily see the flaws in his thinking and actions.
But when it is you, you rationalize, you make excuses, you justify your situation.
It’s different for me because….”
You want to justify why you don’t have the things you want or aren’t in the place you want to be.
As we age, the bullshitters filter out. They give up. They settle. While the people who really want it are still trying. Still trying to figure it out.
A friend of mine commented here that I “put my mind to something and just keep going”
You’re god-damned right. Because what else am I going to do?
It may not come as fast as I want. It almost never does. But that’s okay, because it does come.
I wanted to be ripped ever since I hit puberty. Every guy does, and any guy who tells you otherwise is one of the bullshitters mentioned above.
Everybody wants to be ‘that guy’ everybody wants to be cool. Everybody wants to be a bad motherfucker.
No one WANTS to be on the sideline.
Society gives us this false modesty where it’s not ok to want that. Where it’s better to blend in then to stand out. It is more noble, they say.
It’s painful to stand out.
I get shit every day for being in good shape. Mostly resentment.
Don’t get me wrong, I get tons of compliments too.
The resentment stems from me representing what they can’t have. Why else would you resent someone if you ‘never wanted’ what they had?
It takes it’s own unique boldness to stand against the masses and say “I’m not afraid to stand out, I’m not afraid to be different and I’m not afraid to be better.”
Society tells us that people aren’t better than eachother. But every day we kill eachother trying to prove who is ‘more right.’
You can’t tell me a bum on the street is equal to the guy who discovered the polio vaccine or Einstein or Warren Buffet. If you think that, you a delusional to a level that I cannot understand. These people are better because they weren’t afraid to show their gift to the world. They weren’t afraid to keep going.
It is what it is.
I am no longer afraid to show who I truly am. Love it or hate it.
Most of what I want, a lot of other people want too. They are just afraid to admit it.
There is a subset of people who aren’t afraid to get after it, and those are the ones that history remembers. Not the critics, cynics or naysayers.
It is better to try and fail than to never try.
I don’t ever want to say that I didn’t try.