Off the back of the Michael Jordan post, this one comes as an interesting turn.
In 2020, I decided to do something different - get out of my comfort zone. And what a year it's been so far.
I'm completely outside of what I was used to. The hunger, thirst and passion to become super successful is blazing in my heart.
Every single day, without fail amounts to one step closer to my dreams. I spoke to my eldest daughter the other day and just listening to her really made me think - we're on a parallel journey. Her reaction to a situation she's faced many times is totally different now.
To be in a state of mind where you react completely differently to a situation, means your on either on the right path or the wrong one. If I've learned anything, that's one of the gems.
So if you can handle pressures you never used to be able to, however big or small, then pat yourself on the back, because you're growing. Success leaves clues.
At the beginning of the year, I set out to make this year count like no other. No more excuses - every year I've been telling myself I'm going to achieve something. I'm going to face my fears.
And every year, I have failed miserably. There isn't a year that I can say I actually accomplished anything significant intentionally, as far as I can remember.
At the root of it, there have been conflicting powers at work - desire vs inaction.
The desire to live out my dreams - which I first hung up when I was 15 or 16 years old - to play football professionally, just for the love of playing and long distance running, because I was one of the best without trying.
Inaction crept in like a thief in the night when the opportunity presented itself, being justified by complacency. If I wasn't going to play football, then something else needed to take its place.
For many years after I stopped pursuing my dreams, I could still live off the work I'd put in - I joined a football club for about two or three years in my late teens, early twenties and re-discovered my gift and the love of the game.
I played for club in West London, sponsored by Sunrise radio.
In two seasons, we went from a mid-table club to top tier (2nd place). It wasn't by accident. The manager had assembled an amazing team which, had we continued, would have become a force to be reckoned with. I also played for my uni at the same time, so I was really putting in the work.
At least that's my point of view. I left (unintentionally) after the second season for unrelated reasons. So I don't know how they actually did.
Once I'd stopped playing, complacency and a "needs must" (my excuse) mentality crept in. And that was the beginning of my demise.
The fascinating thing is though - I always held on to the belief that I was going to regain my footing. Weirdly enough - this is it. At 46 years old, overweight and superiorly unfit, my goal now is to create new dreams.
If you know about some of the great accomplishments achieved by older people, then you'll know that at 46 years, you can still do it.
That's all I need.
Read the alchemist.