Sacrifice: Cry Now. Smile Later.

See also: Deferred Gratification.

Reflection might just be the most important part of the work-life parallel puzzle.

If you can’t make an honest assessment of where you are right now. You will never be able to plot a true course toward your goals. That’s a fact.

Lately I’ve been thinking about sacrifice. No. Not human sacrifice. It’s hot here in Phoenix, but there are no volcanoes ‘round these parts. (Now, if we moved to Hawaii…)

I’m talking small sacrifice—and how, the longer you avoid making the small sacrifices, the bigger the sacrifice(s) you’ll need to make in the future.

The longer you shovel junk food into your mouth with reckless abandon, the longer you blow your money on disposable shit you don’t need, the longer you go without saving for retirement, the longer you avoid committing to doing the work to launch your side hustle business—the bigger the sacrifice you’ll need later to achieve your goals.

It’s easier to develop a common sense diet, to get off your ass and move around, to set a couple bucks aside for a rainy day, to take that next step toward your dreams than it is to radically change your diet, your lifestyle, your finances, your goals.

I love me some gelato. And I love sleep. And I love being a consumer whore—but it’s easier to keep the weight off than lose 50lbs. It’s easier stay out of debt than fight compound interest. And it’s easier to work for yourself than anyone else.

Cry now. Smile later, I guess.

PS: Mark, this is “reality check”—not “pity party”, by the way. 😉

I used to drink Mountain Dew all the time.

Now I don’t.

Granted, I generally drink at least one 16-ounce “energy drink” per day, but that’s not the point.

I used to drink cokes, sodas, pop, if you will, all the time. First thing in the morning. (Took me a while to develop a taste for coffee.) With lunch and dinner. Casually between meals.

I don’t do that anymore. In fact, most of the time, I’m drinking either water, Arnold Palmers, or plain old iced tea. It’s rare that I get a soft drink outside my douche-branded Rockstars.

And even those Rockstars are getting old. If we’re honest, anyone who drinks them daily gets nothing from them but a temporary reprieve from their well-deserved caffeine withdrawal symptoms.

The point is, it wasn’t hard to quit drinking soft drinks. I just stopped ordering them.

And if I can quit soft drinks just like that, why can’t I quit other bad habits?

Things that make you go hmmm…

Flipping the script to optimize my life

I’m a morning person—but I don’t do mornings.

So why in the hell, then, have I been trying to hard to THIS schedule?

0500: Get up. Exercise.
— work all day —
2100: Stay up. Work on GBXM.

Last night, I joked that I should flip that schedule.

0500: Get up. Get online. Work on GBXM.
— work all day —
2100: Exercise. And get 7 hours of sleep.

I laughed and laughed. Until I didn’t.

Would you believe I was disappointed I didn’t hear my 5AM alarm this morning?

Something, something. Connecting the dots between hustle, flow, and willpower.