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When You Get Where You’re Going, You Won’t Be (That Much) Happier
“You have power over your mind — not outside events.” — Marcus Aurelius
Let’s turn back the clock to last October.
I’d just moved into my new apartment a few weeks earlier. I was writing 2000–3000 words per day, I was freelancing for 11 clients, I was training Jiu-Jitsu 2–3 times per day, and I was on the mend from a devastating week where I injured my back, neck, and ribs, all in the same week.
Life was different then. It was a simpler time, but not really in a good way. I was desperate for any glimpse of success, and achieving that was all I wanted and thought about.
I was working my butt off, I wasn’t making that much money in reward for my efforts, and I didn’t do anything besides work for a long time.
I barely saw my friends besides my gym friends at the gym. I couldn’t really afford to date. All I could do was eat (mostly beef and broccoli), sleep, train, and write.
That was my life for about 8 months — 12–16 hours per day, 6-7 days per week.
It was tough. It was gritty. My days weren’t glamorous, they were monotonous. Everything was difficult, pretty much all the time.
