I know it’s a weird statement, but this is important so hear me out…
Time to get a little personal here.
That’s a picture of my son’s 5th birthday taken at roughly 9:00 at night.
You’ll notice we’re singing happy birthday to him with a cake that’s already half-eaten.
I missed the first time the family sang to him because I was “busy working”.
I made a promise to myself that night. No more half cakes.
That was back in 2018. I had a much different definition of success at that time.
If you asked me to define success back then, I’d have defined it as a bank account, a house, a car, or some other vanity metric that people can brag about on social media.
I used to think “If I just hustle and grind now, I’ll be able to enjoy it later”.
The problem that I realized in that moment standing there in front of that cake was…
My definition of success was completely wrong.