Reflect on the dreams you had growing up.
Are you on the right track?
If not, what is your excuse?
Growing up in a small town outside NYC, all I ever wanted to be was a stock broker. That was the dream job — the internet crushed that dream.
My next goal was to be "an entrepreneur." Whatever the fuck that meant — 16-year-old me was about to learn.
16 years old and already tired of being told what to do. I wanted to "be my own boss." The problem is I had no idea what I wanted to do. I didn't grow up in a family business.
Yet I told myself I was magically going to think of something — that or millions would fall out of the sky.
Year after year passed — money wasted on different investments and still no millions.
Loss after loss I finally realized it was all for a reason.
If I were to win the lottery any of those times I thought I would, I wouldn't have gone through the life I have lived.
The millions didn't come because it would've put shit on easy mode.
Everything happens for a reason.
Maybe that's why you're still broke too.
Go take the first step.
Stop procrastinating.