When I moved back home to live with my parents at the age of 24 in the spring of 2013, I had already decided on a limited number of items in which to pour my time. I knew for certain that I wanted to get a job in sales, and to do business.
Now, just over two years later, I have no productive business. I failed to fail. I did end up getting a sales job, working new car sales at Jeff Haas Mazda for nearly half a year. Though I did learn a few lessons from that experience, it was ultimately a poor use of time. I came back home depleted on a near-daily basis.
When I did find work again, this time through Craigslist, I fell victim to the same habits that had kept me from moving forward in the first place.
I’ve made efforts at self-mastery through consistent exercise and scheduling since coming back to Houston. Still, I indulged myself to excess.
This time, things will be different. Why?
Purpose. I’ve identified it. That thing that will get me to look forward to getting out of bed in the morning, and occasionally keeps me working late into the night.