I've worked hard

I’ve worked hard:

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I’ve worked hard.

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It’s hard to acknowledge.

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But I have.

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Harder than most people ever will.

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My results show it.

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Ironman.

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Multitime marathoner.

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Dance choreographer.

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A golfer who can drive the ball 300 yards.

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Healthcare Investor.

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Poet.

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Author.

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Doctor.

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2 books.

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2500 journal entries.

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Almost 1200 blog posts.

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Hundreds of books read.

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Thousands of hours of podcasts.

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Scuba diver.

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All of this takes work.

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It takes effort.

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It takes time.

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I’ve committed.

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Committed this time.

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As much as I tell myself I haven’t.

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As much as I downplay myself.

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As much as I don’t like talking about this.

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All of these are real.

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Unimaginable to 16-year-old me.

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No way that guy who got into med school thought he would end up here.

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And yet here I am.

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Did I get lucky?

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1 million percent.

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Everything lined up.

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But none of these are just luck.

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It’s work.

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Dedication.

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Effort.

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Commitment.

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Hours and hours.

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Alone.

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Me.

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Just me and my mind.

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Executing.

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Thinking.

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Strategizing.

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Working.

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Continuously.

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Taking a break is hard.

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Really hard.

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Tbh this feels like a break.

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That’s how I’ve gotten through it all.

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Not kept it inside.

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Let it go.

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Surrendering.

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Accepting.

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Then working.

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Committing.

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Dedicating.

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Showing up for myself.

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Again.

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And again.

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And again.

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Even when no one else was there.

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Do that for yourself.

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Please.

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Time is speeding up.

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Life is too short.

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It’s too quick.

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We’re here for but an instance.

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You and I largely don’t matter.

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So don’t waste your life.

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Do something with it.

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Something you want to.

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Just because you want to.

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Not anyone else.

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First dream.

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Imagine.

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What do you want?

Ask yourself.

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Really ask yourself.

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Write it down.

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Convince your subconscious.

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Read a few books.

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Recommend Think and Grow Rich.

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Strangest Secret.

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Four Agreements.

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The Magic of Thinking Big.

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Digest them.

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Write down your goal.

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Say it to yourself multiple times a day.

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Be patient.

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Watch.

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Wait.

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Surrender.

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Your brain will start shifting.

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It will start moving.

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Showing you opportunities.

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Little hints of intuition.

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Follow it.

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No matter where it leads.

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Good or bad.

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Slowly, you’ll get to work.

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Keep working.

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Don’t stop.

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Take breaks.

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But be relentless.

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Relentless about where you want to go.

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Enjoy the ride.

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But work.

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Find enjoyment in the work.

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The process.

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The grind.

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All of the things I mentioned at the top are results.

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But I had to love the process.

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The grind.

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Even this.

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This piece doesn’t even feel like it fits.

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And yet.

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Here I am.

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Writing.

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Writing another blog post.

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Trying to make sense of the world.

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Make sense of my head.

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Make sense of my brain.

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I still don’t get it.

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I’m getting better.

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But I’m not there.

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I still feel like it’s not enough.

That there is more to do.

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I know there is.

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And yet if I died tomorrow, I would die happy.

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I committed.

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I tried.

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I showed up.

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I did enough.

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I am doing enough.

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I need to remind myself.

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You got here.

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You worked for this.

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No one else did.

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So pat yourself on the back.

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Look how hard you’ve worked.

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