“But YOU are never at work!”
Some dry distant relative blurted this at me at a dull family gathering I was dragged to last week.
And whilst I disagree on the ‘never’…
I will agree that I choose not to work average hours.
In truth, I stopped doing the average 40-hour week a while back.
Instead, I choose to be ruthlessly fucking productive for 20 maybe 30.
… Because last time I checked there was no award, or reward, for clocking hours?
Truth is and in my experience, the man pulling the most hours is never the happiest or the richest – life doesn’t work that way.
In fact, it’s the exact opposite….
Case in point a study done on deathbed regrets.
No2 on the list?
“I wish I hadn’t worked so much.”
A cold hard reality made worse by the fact that the study also stated:
“This came from EVERY male patient. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship.”
‘Cos here’s the thing that we all KNOW…
The Grim Reaper is coming.
I will die.
You will die.
Life is fucking short.
Do not waste it building a business that becomes a prison of your own making.
It’s why this week I’d urge you to build, craft and construct a business of your making that works hard FOR you…
So that you don’t have to.
Remember my friend – you’re here for a good time, not a long time.
Make More. Provide More. Be More.